<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460</id><updated>2012-01-30T18:05:26.506Z</updated><category term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Panthera leo</title><subtitle type='html'>unleashed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3856609645308168105</id><published>2012-01-29T18:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:32:39.629Z</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Like A Tiny Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since I can't shop #like a boss because money doesn't grow on trees or fall down from the sky, I can only treat myself to this many clothes (and shoes. Note: no bags). The shopping frenzy started 2 weeks before the actual boxing day sales and 1 month after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Bickie who keeps pestering me for photos of my purchases. I live 10 minutes away from you but you insist I go through all this trouble taking pictures and folding clothes. (By the way I still can't find the skirt I bought):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1tmUmK6MFQ/TyWRiJxuzLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h1IfUT7R_N0/s1600/boots%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1tmUmK6MFQ/TyWRiJxuzLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h1IfUT7R_N0/s400/boots%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703124519060688050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#1 Ankle boots from Forever 21 &amp;lt;3 &lt;div&gt;(My favouritest pair currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGAWjX2Tag/TyWOrTb2hiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/niWnCpuaw5Q/s400/clothes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703121377737213474" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;#2 Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Really love furry stuffs. But they're faux furs because I am AGAINST ANIMAL CRUELTY. Unless it's leather, because that is just a byproduct from the meat industry. At least I think it is. Found my answer here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20060918023946AAhBzmb"&gt;http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20060918023946AAhBzmb&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGAWjX2Tag/TyWOrTb2hiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/niWnCpuaw5Q/s1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnEnnIlUf1w/TyWOrlJeGiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SIXT-15meEE/s400/clothes%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703121382491953698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3 More clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Gonna give most away except for the sleeveless blouse and the green football shirt which I bought only because it was green. I have never heard of this German football club)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGAWjX2Tag/TyWOrTb2hiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/niWnCpuaw5Q/s1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGAWjX2Tag/TyWOrTb2hiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/niWnCpuaw5Q/s1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-595JZTHJsFA/TyWOskWDP3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1UK5ZbVJFPQ/s400/clothes%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703121399456153458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGAWjX2Tag/TyWOrTb2hiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/niWnCpuaw5Q/s1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4 Dresses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Apparently the one on the right looks like a bath mat. Grrr. It's called fashion ok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not talking to my housemate for a week. Hehe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7pGAWjX2Tag/TyWOrTb2hiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/niWnCpuaw5Q/s1600/clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHlqTpUrmV8/TyWRYmSVYFI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Xc5qJ9N7t5o/s400/clothes4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703124354914934866" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;#5 How the dress looks like when worn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(I proved my point. IT IS NICE! Gonna save it for the day I become a bridesmaid for someone's wedding :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S: I don't know how that blue mark on my leggings got there. It's not a tear, I checked) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please, someone, anyone... if you ever come across a wishing star, could you please wish that money grew on trees?? Sincerely thankful from the bottom of my poor heart~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3856609645308168105?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3856609645308168105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3856609645308168105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3856609645308168105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3856609645308168105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2012/01/shopping-like-tiny-boss.html' title='Shopping Like A Tiny Boss'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1tmUmK6MFQ/TyWRiJxuzLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h1IfUT7R_N0/s72-c/boots%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2358710162426279904</id><published>2012-01-27T19:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:10:44.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Food not for thought?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inspired by my friends who always post pictures of the food they cook on facebook #monkey see monkey do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;But since I'm a naturally SHY person I will post them on blogger which has more privacy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hell yeah I finished my exam today! The day when I can finally say I've got too much time on my hands, has arrived. *infinite laughter* The tears will come in three months' time (when I get my results). I know it all too well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyway, these are pictures from my lousy 2mp BlackBerry camera. I transferred them all into my laptop :) #I'm so free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came back to an empty house today. And am still alone right now. Exams have officially finished and everyone's doing their disappearing act. Kinda missing this dysfunctional household.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come a long way from the I-burn-my-hand-frying-an-egg to the self-declared world renowed chef :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pichas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GsORp3CRm8/TyL9unRBK-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/bw5klvZaV_A/s400/IMG00142-20110402-1858.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702399055460641762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 Roast chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6cQIt-Q7YM/TyL8YZZDBsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-O5p7F1truk/s1600/IMG00472-20120110-1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6cQIt-Q7YM/TyL8YZZDBsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-O5p7F1truk/s400/IMG00472-20120110-1604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702397574267471554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#2 Herbal chicken soup&lt;div&gt;(P.S.: I still don't know how to cut a chicken so I cook it whole)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yLAa6OVDt4/TyL8YBqMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/SxXJ4alNRtY/s1600/IMG00166-20110607-1504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yLAa6OVDt4/TyL8YBqMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/SxXJ4alNRtY/s400/IMG00166-20110607-1504.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702397567896938370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#3 Grilled chicken wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S: I was going through a weird period where I craved chicken wings every second of the day in the summer of 2011. Best wings in Manchester: Pizza Co. and Oxford Bar *drools*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPCH-FKvrj4/TyL779En7aI/AAAAAAAAATk/LojDAlaApk4/s1600/IMG00365-20111107-1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPCH-FKvrj4/TyL779En7aI/AAAAAAAAATk/LojDAlaApk4/s400/IMG00365-20111107-1150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702397085629279650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4 Grilled fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9FVRBmDcT0/TyL77q9JmJI/AAAAAAAAATU/qNEwRF76Iio/s1600/IMG00168-20110618-1534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9FVRBmDcT0/TyL77q9JmJI/AAAAAAAAATU/qNEwRF76Iio/s400/IMG00168-20110618-1534.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702397080766093458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#5 Salmon sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBABgjRh9Kc/TyL76QZj6aI/AAAAAAAAATM/I46cqbU8cDk/s1600/IMG00165-20110605-1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBABgjRh9Kc/TyL76QZj6aI/AAAAAAAAATM/I46cqbU8cDk/s400/IMG00165-20110605-1419.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702397056457632162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#6 Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S: My misshapen sushi. I always start off feeling pumped and determined and then that feeling dies down and I couldn't be bothered anymore. After all, it goes into the stomach and comes out again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiyU6YYqz2w/TyL7RCnr89I/AAAAAAAAASk/iQqAapdegHM/s1600/IMG00285-20110903-1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiyU6YYqz2w/TyL7RCnr89I/AAAAAAAAASk/iQqAapdegHM/s400/IMG00285-20110903-1237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702396348384146386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#7 Nyonya food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S: So proud of my heritage &amp;lt;3 *sheds a tear*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ukJn9mz53Y/TyL7PdGzcwI/AAAAAAAAASc/JM3WGoXXHic/s1600/IMG00157-20110509-1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ukJn9mz53Y/TyL7PdGzcwI/AAAAAAAAASc/JM3WGoXXHic/s400/IMG00157-20110509-1936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702396321134244610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#8 Spanish food @ La Tasca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MITjylH86M/TyL7O9ChiRI/AAAAAAAAASM/gyfhgz1nv1Q/s1600/IMG00139-20110323-1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MITjylH86M/TyL7O9ChiRI/AAAAAAAAASM/gyfhgz1nv1Q/s400/IMG00139-20110323-1946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702396312526358802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#9 Chinese food @ Red Chilli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S: That was only half of what we ordered. Tsk tsk... Gluttons. That red dish was SO SPICY it was impossible to eat -_- but the roast duck was PERFECT I tell you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hel-V7uG4dY/TyL7Oai8IkI/AAAAAAAAASA/JxfTDTZ8dVU/s1600/IMG00102-20101215-1613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hel-V7uG4dY/TyL7Oai8IkI/AAAAAAAAASA/JxfTDTZ8dVU/s400/IMG00102-20101215-1613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702396303267078722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#10 Vietnamese food @ I don't remember the name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too lazy to upload more. Anyway it isn't my dream to be a chef. Maybe a food critic :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best of all is to be a WEDDING PLANNER/BRIDESMAID! I can plan you a 10-course traditional Chinese wedding and........... choose your wedding dress for you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2358710162426279904?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2358710162426279904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2358710162426279904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2358710162426279904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2358710162426279904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2012/01/food-not-for-thought.html' title='Food not for thought?'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GsORp3CRm8/TyL9unRBK-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/bw5klvZaV_A/s72-c/IMG00142-20110402-1858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-57047895377003599</id><published>2012-01-19T22:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T23:59:59.528Z</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>If I were to go to Nepal to take up meditation classes and to find inner peace and a purpose in life, it would be to shop till I drop. In fact I think I've already found my life's purpose. One cannot imagine the satisfaction and the sense of fulfilment it brings, the joy and happiness that fills my heart whenever I buy something new. It makes the gloomiest of days bearable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Online shopping is the greatest invention ever! Of course you need a laptop to do that which ultimately makes it the greater creation. But that's useless without the internet, which is pretty much non-existant if there is no electricity -_- You get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway back to the topic... It's an addiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pros: No walking/carrying stuff/queuing- all you do is sit (Random fact: I spend 3/4 of my time sitting and the other 1/4 sleeping), no travelling time, no exposure whatsoever to the sun/storm/hail/sleet/snow and whatever the UK weather hurls at you, 24h availability- you can shop even after all the stores in the shopping complexes have closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cons: It makes you waste time (I can sit and shop for hours without food- Shopping is more than a necessity and also a means of losing weight) and money especially if it has free delivery when you spend above 50-60pounds (most stores). I always find myself buying stuff that I don't need just to qualify for the free delivery. Oh yeah, I'm a victim of all these sales gimmicks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Which reminds me, I bought an exercising mat last year, used it for only a week before it became a permanent resident on my cupboard, collecting dust. I was fat ok! I needed one of those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Bickie, I bought a pair of boots. I know I did say that I won't be buying anymore (but we agreed that ankle boots are an exception). But I'll be bringing all my stuff back to Malaysia when I graduate anyway so it doesn't matter now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S: I also bought a coat. And some other awesome, amazing clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S.S: Waiting for my babies to arrive. The feeling at each delivery is as good as opening the door to find a puppy at your doorstep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-57047895377003599?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/57047895377003599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=57047895377003599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/57047895377003599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/57047895377003599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2012/01/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2847169021021393379</id><published>2012-01-17T14:39:00.008Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:26:11.391Z</updated><title type='text'>For my future daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Exams. I suppose everyone has to deal with them at some point in their lives. Some find exams a joy- I am not sure if this group of people exists but the other group- people who loathe exams so much (testophobia- I got it from wiki, which is of course not an accurate source of information) do. And unless you're a nerd or you really just love studying or you're freakishly smart/genius-y, exams won't be oh-so-easy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For me, the hardest paper in the universe just finished today. Chemotherapy. The two hours in the exam hall was pure evil torture. I had to squeeze all my brain juices dry and it's not like I remembered the stupid structures I worked my butt off to memorise. When they're all jumbled up in the structure bank THEY FREAKING LOOK THE SAME TO ME!! ...... It's ridiculous. It's like mix and match with more than a hundred different structures and scientific names that go 'pyrantel pamoate' or 'sodium stibogluconate'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just hope that I pass that paper so I don't have to do any resits. I don't want to study for this paper again. I'd die. When I was younger (in kindergarten/primary school), the marks were always 99% if not a hundred. Especially in the moral paper (Pendidikan Moral), questions went like this, "Helping an old lady cross the road is a good deed. True or false". I did those with my eyes closed. *pfft* :D Then it came to secondary school. Just get more than 70% and you get an A. That was fine. And now I've come to my lowest point where I just hope to pass. :'( What more do I have to face? The pain of labour? I may just as well go for a C-sec in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I grumble. A lot. And I complain a lot. That's just human nature. Well at least for me. I complain to my mum about how hard studying is. And Mum's advice: "No pain no gain". Why didn't I just become an air stewardess (if accepted of course), or find a rich guy and get married. But how long will that last? You can't be an air stewardess for 40 years. You become old and wrinkled and you get a job at the counter instead. Marry a rich man: if anything happens to that marriage, you are left with nothing. Money can't buy you no happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a lengthy post of self-debating/having internal conflicts, I found the purpose of studying. Just until 2013. So toughen up and don't be a no-backbone-r. By the way if the world ends in 2012 I'm so gonna throw a tantrum because studying ain't no playtime to me. And I spent the last 15 years bonding with my text books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: This post is for my future daughter's reference if she ever questions me about becoming an air stewardess/marrying a rich man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2847169021021393379?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2847169021021393379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2847169021021393379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2847169021021393379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2847169021021393379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-my-future-daughter.html' title='For my future daughter'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-7953866025893804275</id><published>2012-01-10T14:35:00.006Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:26:29.719Z</updated><title type='text'>A random post for 2012</title><content type='html'>Heh. I'm gonna skip the/my usual intro stating how long I've been away and how busy I've been (apparently) and how this post will be a start to my consistent blogging. It's all crap. You know that will only happen in like, a gazillion years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm currently cramming for my January exams. Or not. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna like my future career but I loathe working/studying for it. Quoting a friend, "January is such a hateful month". Well to be honest, January and May. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random stuff that happened this whole month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I plan my wedding/gowns when I suffer from insomnia at night. I even now know what my bridesmaids are gonna wear (I got that vision last night :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I met Husna (currently studying in Ireland) on the bus when I arrived in Manchester after a holiday in Belgium- this goes on to prove my previous post on how small the world is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I haven't left the house for five freaking days omg *depressed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Everyone seems to be getting married nooooowwwww. I AM OLD (eg, Timothy Tiah and Princess Aud, Mr. Saw's daughter and someone famous in Alor Star of whom I have no idea about, and 7-8 of my friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Been snacking a lot. So fats, please be kind enough to distribute yourselves around my boobs/hips and NOT MY WAIST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Noted a couple of people with nice noses. If you're reading this, the Nice Nose Award goes to Lee Mei Chi and Lim Pen Nie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Secretly disappointed that it hasn't snowed this year. P.S: my snow applies to snow that falls to the ground and not melt and it has to be at least 5-6 inches thick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My bed is evil. It has powers that draw me to it and not let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I feel sleepy constantly ie, after waking up, after eating, while studying and most of the time I end up taking a 2 hour nap... Just like the African Sleeping Sickness (African trypanosomiasis)- disturbed sleeping patterns. Omggg I have to memorise so much *stomps foot and walks away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be studying shouldn't I?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tears the book in half* &amp;lt;---- in my imagination cuz I don't wanna fail :(((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG I'M SO LAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-7953866025893804275?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/7953866025893804275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=7953866025893804275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/7953866025893804275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/7953866025893804275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-post-for-2012.html' title='A random post for 2012'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-9085221576535722809</id><published>2011-09-11T16:45:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:50:48.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small, small world</title><content type='html'>What are the odds of meeting someone you know in a different country or along the highway? Based on the Corrinne formula x+y=abc*def, I'd give it a one in a million chance, or rather a one in a 27.5 million chance :D, given that the current population in Malaysia is 27.5m. To sum it up in a word: unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1; I bumped into Yen Yen, a good friend who studied A-level with me in the toilet of an airport (Taoyuan International Airport, Taiwan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2; I met TKC, a friend studying in Manchester who is currently back along the KL-Alor Star highway. His car was parked one car away from mine at a rest house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 3; I met Ang, an ex-college friend at Tesco five hours ago. We are not even from the same state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with a few conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;1. The world is itsy bitsy teeny weeny small in size. (But according to Science/Physics the universe is expanding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My social circle is extending. (Hardly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not easy to forget, try as you may. I pop up when you least expect it. Like a genie. (Self-obsessed theory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The friends I have are unforgettable, try as I may. They appear when I least expect it. (The Best Friends Forever/BFF theory. My favourite by far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go kiss Yen Yen now.&lt;br /&gt;Pity, she is a few thousand miles away from my warm, seductive kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the It's-A-Small-World theory does not work because I failed to meet Lee Hom in Taiwan. Plus Taiwan is an ISLAND. Which means that if the theory is correct, I would have met Lee Hom on the tube, in the shopping complex and at Shilin night market. *stomps foot and walks away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-9085221576535722809?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/9085221576535722809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=9085221576535722809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/9085221576535722809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/9085221576535722809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-small-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a small, small world'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-5539992578293467787</id><published>2011-08-20T13:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:06:43.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green-eyed Witch</title><content type='html'>So, I've been under house arrest ever since my buddy, Jinny went back to Singapore. Yep, that's how lonely I get without her 'cuz most of my friends are away studying in KL and Australia. Some have even become mummies which makes me feel very old as we are of the same (child-bearing?) age. You know, *talks in a hushed tone* I keep thinking that I'm still 20 years old. Hehehe. I keep having to correct myself each time someone asks me how old I am. And no way am I disclosing my real age here. Gah. xD I guess I stopped growing at 20. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing anything at home. Nope, not a single thing besides eating, sleeping and watching movies. But I suppose I did wash at most two plates okay! Oh and I've been doing random stuffs and wasting my dad's money like curling my hair in the middle of the night with my curling iron or painting strawberries onto my fingernails on the left hand and pink flowers with a white background on the right or buying that adorable pair of polka dot wedges or getting a half-year supply of green contact lenses. Yep, you read it correctly. I got myself green contacts so that I look like a witch walking down the streets. Get into my bad books and you may find yourself under a spell. Ha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SomeOne was telling me just a couple of minutes ago that a 'something for you' card came in the post today. My reply, thinking that it was a card for me, was, "Heh. Why did you tell me?" (I wanted it to be a surprise) Then I found out that he meant the slip-that-you-get-in-the-mail-when-the-postman-delivers-a-parcel-to-you-but-you-weren't-home-at-the-time-and-so-he-left-it-at-the-post-office card. WELL THAT WAS EMBARRASSING. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima grab some pizza now. Fatness.&lt;br /&gt;Less than three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-5539992578293467787?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/5539992578293467787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=5539992578293467787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5539992578293467787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5539992578293467787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2011/08/green-eyed-witch.html' title='The Green-eyed Witch'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-188991091500549322</id><published>2011-08-13T06:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:35:08.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing Bells</title><content type='html'>*READERS BEWARE; THE AUTHOR IS IN A MAJOR WEDDING MODE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm a weirdo who loves weddings. Also, I love Valentine's and cupids and white gowns. What can I say, I'm a Libra. I'm a hopeless romantic. Blame my sign.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: SomeOne had better note this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of the exposure to Disney's cartoons at a very young age where the stories always end with 'and they lived happily ever after'. Maybe it's because of the romance comedies on Astro that I've been addicted to for the past few days. Or maybe it's simply because I'm currently PMS-ing. I am now obsessed with weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriages don't always have happy endings, I know. That's the cruel fact of life though I choose to believe otherwise. I've seen happy marriages. To pessimists out there, they do exist! It's all about giving and taking (although I love calling the shots and being in charge :P hey I do give in every once in awhile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying in bed last night thinking about how much I want to be a wedding planner. I even had visions of a garden wedding, a pool wedding and a church wedding. Hehehe this is shameless! But seriously, if you're planning on getting married two years later (I would have graduated by then if everything goes according to plan), do get me as your wedding planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just found my dream job. Maybe this is a little unrealistic... but since I said 'dream' it doesn't have to be :) Maybe being a divorce lawyer would be more practical these days. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Hi, because I absolutely have nothing to do at home I decided to post something on my blog. Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-188991091500549322?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/188991091500549322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=188991091500549322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/188991091500549322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/188991091500549322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2011/08/ringing-bells.html' title='Ringing Bells'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-4975182638282428530</id><published>2010-04-15T11:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:11:58.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Paris!</title><content type='html'>So after Dublin our next stop was Paris.&lt;br /&gt;The French motorists were always rushing about. Hmmm. They don't give way to pedestrians. Hmmm. Unlike ol' Manchester. And they just had to step on the gas while we were crossing the road which sent us screaming in a frenzy like a bunch of mad people. It was super embarrassing. Anyway, what do you expect in a big city like this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled around Paris using the tubes which were very, very efficient, I must say. The longest I ever waited for one was 5 minutes!! But the underground air is musty and smells of... pee. Most probably some drunkard peed there. Eeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh I'm bad mouthing Paris. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo... This is PARIS I'm talking about! Who cares about the transport!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes there because it's so glamorous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwQ-vyYII/AAAAAAAAAQY/qDy5Us2eYIA/s1600/DSCN2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwQ-vyYII/AAAAAAAAAQY/qDy5Us2eYIA/s400/DSCN2231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460315772745310338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eiffel tower. As if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bxiPzhMwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ctsy9bnguN0/s1600/DSCN1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bxiPzhMwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ctsy9bnguN0/s400/DSCN1909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460317168893768450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre Dame. This is where the Disney character, Quasimodo from 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bxhuyqcHI/AAAAAAAAARI/1zGbaClO67c/s1600/DSCN1931.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bxhuyqcHI/AAAAAAAAARI/1zGbaClO67c/s400/DSCN1931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460317160031809650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh... and this is my favourite place on Earth. Super duper love Disneyland. It was worth every penny I paid. More expensive than my Westlife concert ticket &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8byGt8IIxI/AAAAAAAAARY/nQBQp9w-_7w/s1600/DSCN2154.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8byGt8IIxI/AAAAAAAAARY/nQBQp9w-_7w/s400/DSCN2154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460317795458229010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champ Elysees. There... it's that famous street with all the branded stuff along it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yer&lt;/span&gt;... no nicer picture of me. Couldn't open my eyes... too sunny. (Don't be vain. Don't be vain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwSKeRHPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EKZaPITBMCk/s1600/DSCN2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwSKeRHPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EKZaPITBMCk/s400/DSCN2146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460315793072921842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Arc de Triomphe. See &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;... they were doing some restoration works. Spoil the picture. (Arc, don't be vain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwQVUhaYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cJVoJYztft0/s1600/DSCN2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwQVUhaYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cJVoJYztft0/s400/DSCN2259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460315761625098626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Opera-Opera Bastille. The plot in the novel 'The Phantom of the Opera' apparently took place here.  See... got people taking wedding photos here!! I also want!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwR4dx0BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fnWfFLBtDuY/s1600/DSCN2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwR4dx0BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fnWfFLBtDuY/s400/DSCN2202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460315788239032338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nah&lt;/span&gt;... the overprotected and overrated Mona Lisa painting by Leonardo da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bxhJs_yrI/AAAAAAAAARA/0erzR_riSBY/s1600/DSCN2129.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bxhJs_yrI/AAAAAAAAARA/0erzR_riSBY/s400/DSCN2129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460317150075931314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foie gras. My Mum was like, 'You ate foie gras? Do you know how they make it? They force feed the geese so that they can harvest bigger livers,' when I told her. T___T I will never, never, never, ever eat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bxgxzC7II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZAjDA80w8Zk/s1600/DSCN2131.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bxgxzC7II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZAjDA80w8Zk/s400/DSCN2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460317143658851458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escargots (snails). Eeeew... I could feel them crawling in my stomach after eating them. And no, I did not puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice yummy foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Creme brulee&lt;br /&gt;2. Macaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can go and try them now. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;You see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;... I didn't do any work again. Later I have a full dress rehearsal (for Mnight) some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-4975182638282428530?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4975182638282428530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=4975182638282428530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4975182638282428530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4975182638282428530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning-paris.html' title='Good Morning Paris!'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8bwQ-vyYII/AAAAAAAAAQY/qDy5Us2eYIA/s72-c/DSCN2231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6064988241276684344</id><published>2010-04-13T20:13:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:43:07.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Dublin</title><content type='html'>Hello hello... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me went for a uber nice long break during the Easter holidays. I wanted to blog after coming back but I was quite preoccupied with dance practices. Yeah... me and my smart idea of performing for Mnight. Super hard work okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what! I FORGOT my PIN number because I didn't use my card for 12 days. Now I have zero cash(I use that card to withdraw money) and I can't pay using my card. T____T&lt;br /&gt;*speechless* I ended up owing everyone around me like the Malay proverb 'hutang keliling pinggang'. Hehe. Ok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, I'll find time to go to the bank. [Whispers]I'm left with five euros from my trip though. :) See... I didn't spend all my money after all. Smart consumer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of assignments to complete. T___T But I keep putting them off. Procrastinate, procrastinate, procrastinate!!! *vomit* I will start TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme show you some pictures of Dublin. Will upload pictures of Paris and Amsterdam next. Save the best for last. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKJTS5ldI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IGnmQH2TcYI/s1600/DSCN1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKJTS5ldI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IGnmQH2TcYI/s200/DSCN1721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459710909427062226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cliffs of Moher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKIlYd6KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cJkezQS8hKo/s1600/DSCN1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKIlYd6KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cJkezQS8hKo/s200/DSCN1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459710897102383266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Burren. This whole place is made up of granite. Apparently the grass over here grows throughout winter because granite retains heat. (I was listening to the tour guide up to this point... and then I fell asleep. Sigh. I paid the tour company to sleep on their bus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKJq8AurI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fo18sFk45GU/s1600/DSCN1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKJq8AurI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fo18sFk45GU/s200/DSCN1748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459710915773512370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connemara. The winds were so strong I literally flew the moment I stepped down from the bus. (P.S. I'm light!!! Hohohoho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKKL58YxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cgDaHdCaNl0/s1600/DSCN1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKKL58YxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cgDaHdCaNl0/s200/DSCN1764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459710924623209234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylemore Abbey. An English man from Manchester built this for his wife but she passed away not long after that. She contracted some disease when they were on holiday at some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I remember quite a lot. I'm impressed with myself :) *claps* No wonder I forgot my PIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI7DM5q2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PHiYHi6THoU/s1600/DSCN1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI7DM5q2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PHiYHi6THoU/s200/DSCN1611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459709565077138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strike&gt;St. James park&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it's supposed to be St. Stephen's Park. St. James' is in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI7haJLzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xJJKZzncOiM/s1600/DSCN1632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI7haJLzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xJJKZzncOiM/s200/DSCN1632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459709573185744690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A statue of Molly Malone. I don't know who she is but she had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI79lKtrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E-M_nrnGwJI/s1600/DSCN1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI79lKtrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/E-M_nrnGwJI/s200/DSCN1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459709580748175026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous Guinness Storehouse. I drank beer and got a little red in the face. Please... I had only two mouthfuls. Sigh. I'm such a goody-two-shoes. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI8AW_IsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NwoF8ppoqWQ/s1600/DSCN1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI8AW_IsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NwoF8ppoqWQ/s200/DSCN1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459709581494002370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posers. I likey. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI8xJeifI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rUPeyp4OVIo/s1600/DSCN1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TI8xJeifI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rUPeyp4OVIo/s200/DSCN1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459709594590677490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Don't miss me too much. Muacksss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6064988241276684344?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6064988241276684344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6064988241276684344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6064988241276684344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6064988241276684344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/04/greetings-from-dublin.html' title='Greetings from Dublin'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S8TKJTS5ldI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IGnmQH2TcYI/s72-c/DSCN1721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3545401341971193282</id><published>2010-03-13T18:28:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:43:16.087Z</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and Today</title><content type='html'>I went to the gym for a workout yesterday :) (You know, since I'm gaining so much weight like nobody's business and I've already begun to see the signs, for example, puffy cheeks and a really flabby tummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second step to a healthy lifestyle. (I'm already practising the first one-eating healthily. I eat OATS for breakfast everyday to lower my cholesterol level, okay...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I didn't know what I was thinking at that time. &lt;strike&gt;Jogging&lt;/strike&gt; Brisk walking certainly isn't the most pleasant thing in the world. Plus I only lost 54 calories after a 20 minute jog which is crap. I feel so cheated. And later that night, I ate a slice of chocolate cake for dessert which I almost immediately regretted but it was so tempting I couldn't resist it. It's so frustrating sometimes. It is so difficult to lose weight but so easy to gain weight. But then again, who said life is fair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had pancakes and egg tarts for lunch (high calorie foods again) T_________T&lt;br /&gt;*They were homemade*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5vZrpZYCSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/x59oxX-VZPs/s1600-h/DSCN1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5vZrpZYCSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/x59oxX-VZPs/s200/DSCN1575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448187518104635682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicious pancake served with bananas, strawberries, hazelnut butter(nutella), and topped with golden syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the picture doesn't look too appetizing. I used a blue tint(blue is an appetite suppressant colour) so that you won't feel like eating it and won't drool all over your keyboard. See, it is for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no pictures of the egg tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked and played cards the whole day. There goes my 'today'...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get some work done tonight. *keeping my fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: I'm beginning to like Professor T. His accent is sooooooo cute and I found out that I can actually understand his lectures if I pay attention. *loves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3545401341971193282?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3545401341971193282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3545401341971193282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3545401341971193282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3545401341971193282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and Today'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5vZrpZYCSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/x59oxX-VZPs/s72-c/DSCN1575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-7912711624972414214</id><published>2010-03-12T14:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:32:51.702Z</updated><title type='text'>Classic death</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;(Romeo and) Juliet's funniest death ever starts at 1:06...&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard my sides hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitcom: The Nanny&lt;br /&gt;This is all I ever do these days. I live off movies like a movie monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Repent ye Dear Corrinne before thy exams cometh and thou hath not started revising."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWEjPr3SAzQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWEjPr3SAzQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-7912711624972414214?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/7912711624972414214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=7912711624972414214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/7912711624972414214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/7912711624972414214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/03/classic-death.html' title='Classic death'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-174854741350079498</id><published>2010-03-11T16:47:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:22:23.877Z</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Music</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or has the sudden change in weather induced drowsiness? Mind you, it's already spring. Nice, sunny spring :) It's been a long time since I last took a nap but for the past couple of days, I've been falling asleep while SITTING UPRIGHT in my CHAIR =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something then hit me. I remember reading an article in Reader's Digest about a girl who was suffering from a sleep disorder. She just kept sleeping and sleeping and sleeping. I don't remember what the name of the disorder was but there was no cure. I don't want to die from excessive sleep. T______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something hit me the second time. I realised that I had been listening to soothing, relaxing and calming music for the past week. Well, it was supposed to enhance concentration, something I lack, right? I have got to the bottom of the Sleeping Corrinne Mystery. See. Told you I'm a detective (read:Sherlock Holmes). Just to prove my new theory, I went and searched it online. And then... I stumbled on this &lt;a href="http://www.informaworld.com/smpp/content%7Econtent=a783756531&amp;amp;db=all"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; with the title '&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Use of Music to Promote Sleep in Older Women'. I am NOT older women. T_________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another worrying fact is, plants that were exposed to loud, rock music withered and died whereas plants which were exposed to soft, classical music grew faster. (You can read the article &lt;a href="http://www.essortment.com/all/musiceffectbra_rqxt.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) ZOMG, I'm not hitting the clubs anymore. T_______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've been to the club only ONCE in my entire twenty years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5km1xUktoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aqrSvBRSRXk/s1600-h/withered+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5km1xUktoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aqrSvBRSRXk/s200/withered+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447427929495877250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-174854741350079498?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/174854741350079498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=174854741350079498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/174854741350079498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/174854741350079498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-music.html' title='The Power of Music'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5km1xUktoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aqrSvBRSRXk/s72-c/withered+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-862842445217404310</id><published>2010-03-10T16:18:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:10:49.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work</title><content type='html'>See. I'm keeping up with the one-post-a-day routine. Ok, so maybe today is just the second day but so what?? I am still following my blog standards. &lt;strike&gt;My blog so needs major reviving&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Right, basically I just need a kick in the butt to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pile of work waiting for me with arms opened wide. T_T&lt;br /&gt;(Of all things) Reflective essay: 'My path so far on the way to becoming a practising pharmacist.' =.= Gag, gag, puke, puke, puke. I don't even know where to start. Because, I'm too awesome for words, ok?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;So, I pushed my luck a little too far by asking Mum to do the essay for me. Hehe. Fat chance&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos Mum simply refused. T_T&lt;br /&gt;The answer I got when I asked was, 'think about it'. Thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;I know... it's my work. I should do it by myself. Plus, this is personal. Blah blah blah. I don't need you to preach to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do it. Soon. I hate you, Procrastination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good laugh watching 'How I Met Your Mother' and 'The Nanny' today. How ironic, isn't it? Especially since I remember saying something about how-busy-I-am in my previous &lt;a href="http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/03/upd8.html"&gt;post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duuhhh. Week six is coming to an end and I have three, THREE!! tests awaiting me in Week seven. I have to cram six weeks of lecture notes in, let's see, four days. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right since I haven't been doing any revision whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that Mr. Zit is going to attack me face. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-862842445217404310?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/862842445217404310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=862842445217404310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/862842445217404310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/862842445217404310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/03/see.html' title='Work, work, work'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2094877869251671841</id><published>2010-03-10T02:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:35:23.245Z</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last updated my blog. I'm a very busy person FYI thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having insomnia now.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;I had practicals today, which means exhaustion. I took a looooong nap &lt;strike&gt;like sleeping beauty&lt;/strike&gt; when I came back and I woke up at 8pm. How do you expect me to go to sleep now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... here's the update. It was Aileen's birthday two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated it at Bella Italia. Like the name suggests, it was an Italian restaurant. Don't ask me who Bella is. As far as I'm concerned, they have really yummy gelati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5b_3DEzJYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AePoB2FyVIk/s1600-h/DSCN1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5b_3DEzJYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AePoB2FyVIk/s200/DSCN1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446822120534517122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Typical English ambience. Loved it. Those were real candles and I did a little experiment with it. Hehe. When hair is heated, it becomes curly because the disulphide bridges are broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5b_2wLxa4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/CIg4yyUKYMQ/s1600-h/DSCN1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5b_2wLxa4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/CIg4yyUKYMQ/s200/DSCN1548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446822115463490434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Romantic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;That's the characteristic of a Libran (me). Maybe I shall just get married here..&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.. and the waiter was hawt because he had on a really nice uniform with a dark green apron. But no, he didn't propose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5b_XnY9q2I/AAAAAAAAANw/Lu1ET7mcX4c/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5b_XnY9q2I/AAAAAAAAANw/Lu1ET7mcX4c/s200/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446821580526955362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The seven of us that went :)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Birthday Girl is the one in a leopard print blouse. Happy birthday hun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2094877869251671841?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2094877869251671841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2094877869251671841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2094877869251671841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2094877869251671841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/03/upd8.html' title='Update'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S5b_3DEzJYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AePoB2FyVIk/s72-c/DSCN1531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-1014211983560120483</id><published>2010-02-23T16:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:39:52.223Z</updated><title type='text'>STOP DOG ABUSE</title><content type='html'>Mahatma Gandhi once said, 'The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, it was the case of the abandoning of Pulau Ketam's dogs onto a nearby island, with no food and water, that caught global attention. This year, it is the Selayang Pound Scandal where dogs were purportedly starved to death and their carcasses dumped in garbage bins. Some of the dogs were also claimed to have died from tick fever, seeing as to how the pound was tick-infested. Have our hearts turned as hard as stone? What have the dogs done to deserve such treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through a blog (click &lt;a href="http://malaysiandogsdeservebetter.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) when I came across articles on dog abuse. A dog was beaten up so badly that it had a gaping hole on its head. Both its eyes were eaten out by maggots. A good Samaritan took pity on it and brought it to a vet. Alas, the only thing the vet could do was to euthanise the dog to end its sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, this is not the only story depicting the plight of our dogs that I happened to stumble upon. There was this other story where a dog had to be amputated because it was someone's sick idea of a joke to tie a wire so tightly around the dog's paw that it cut 3 cm into the bone. How would you feel if that was your leg??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love thy neighbour as thyself, that is one of God's commandments, but how can I love people like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by a very angry and disappointed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-1014211983560120483?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1014211983560120483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=1014211983560120483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1014211983560120483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1014211983560120483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-dog-abuse.html' title='STOP DOG ABUSE'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2056281728989155493</id><published>2010-02-19T21:47:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:22:34.638Z</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZFMM8RDjL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZFMM8RDjL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best movies I ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not some silly romance movie. Nor is it a horror movie whose ending makes simply no sense at all where after watching it for two hours, I still don't understand what the movie is about-what a waste of time. I can be really picky when it comes to movies. So, when I say it's good, it really is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No spoiler. Watch it for yourselves. It is a very meaningful movie. (It obviously is because I'm singing praises for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attend Student Fellowship (SF) and this movie can relate very much to what I learnt. Don't retaliate even when you know you're right. When the time comes, the truth will be revealed and your accuser will be sorry for what he did to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason blamed his granddad for his father's death but his granddad just lived with it. He bore that pain every single day of his life. His son is dead and his grandson, Jason, hated him. Eventually, Jason learnt the truth-that his father died in a car crash, although it was already too late. But deep down, I know Jason loved his granddad dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of how temporary life on Earth is. Be thankful for what you have and give thanks. The little girl in the movie was only nine years old but she suffered from Leukemia. She succumbed to the disease in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's mom was of course devastated but she managed to press on. God gave her that strength. I heard this a couple of days ago at SF: when you need God the most and you feel that He isn't there, that is when He is right there beside you, guiding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another story.&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking along a beach when he saw two sets of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;So, he asked God, 'whose footprints are these?'&lt;br /&gt;And God replied, 'they belong to you and Me. I will always walk beside you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, the man faced troubles in life.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while walking along that same beach, he saw some footprints but this time it was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;He felt abandoned and he asked God, 'why have You left me?'&lt;br /&gt;Here was what God answered him, 'you only saw one set of footprints because that was when I carried you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. That just slipped. I didn't mean to spoil the suspense. You can still watch it. I only revealed 20% of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Five stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus point: The actor is cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2056281728989155493?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2056281728989155493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2056281728989155493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2056281728989155493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2056281728989155493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimate-gift.html' title='The Ultimate Gift'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3301928002826141790</id><published>2010-02-10T17:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:15:49.047Z</updated><title type='text'>Flabby tum</title><content type='html'>My first aerobic class was harder than I thought. It actually is more than just exercising along with the music. Oooooh... I barely managed to sweat out the sit ups. What a weakling. Sigh. I ended up laying flat on the mat, immovable, laughing myself silly. WhenwillIbeasfitastheinstructor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been months (in fact, years) since I last exercised. I graduated from secondary school three years back, which means no more P.E. classes (for three years). And I, being a lazy bum, didn't take the initiative to go to the gym. Right. I'm paying the consequences now. I've got a spare tyre around my waist. T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, squash lessons. We have a squash court right at the doorstep and coaching is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna put my time to better use. (Been playing Spider Solitaire without even once winning. Okay, I'm not so pathetic. I did win on the rare occasion. But my win percentage is only 7%. =.='')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, flabby tum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3301928002826141790?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3301928002826141790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3301928002826141790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3301928002826141790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3301928002826141790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/02/flabby-tum.html' title='Flabby tum'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6478475496041669167</id><published>2010-02-08T22:02:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:55:13.244Z</updated><title type='text'>Gas leak?</title><content type='html'>I'm now back in my room writing this post. The heaters aren't working and it's icy cold in here. No wonder they gave me the duvet. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Resident,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a serious gas leak leading to loss of hot water and heating we are required to evacuate Whitworth Park tonight (Monday 8th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be aware that you are not in any danger but...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Homeless for the night. And tomorrow's a schooling day. Anyway, I managed to drag my butt out of the chair and headed over to University Place (for the night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Residences Management Team behaved in the utmost professional manner, I must say. And no... I didn't get a full body massage. But we were given refreshments. Where there's food, there's a happy Corrinne. :) Sigh. I'm so easily bribed. I even got a duvet because they didn't want to find a frozen corpse in the morning. I really can't help feeling thankful to the team although I know it is their responsibility to maintain the residents' wellbeing. Well, I'm grateful that they didn't just say, 'shoo, shoo, out you go. Hurry along now. And don't come back until tomorrow morning', although they could have easily done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours got round that Whitworth Park was gonna explode. *biggest eye rolling action ever*&lt;br /&gt;Human exaggeration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random talk; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mcg&lt;/span&gt; stands for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;microgram&lt;/span&gt; and not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;millicentigram&lt;/span&gt; like I thought. (Where did that word even come from?) Thank goodness I passed my Math test on units. Today, I realised that I don't know how to convert &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ounces &lt;/span&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pints&lt;/span&gt; into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;millilitres&lt;/span&gt;. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6478475496041669167?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6478475496041669167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6478475496041669167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6478475496041669167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6478475496041669167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/02/gas-leak.html' title='Gas leak?'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-4372308460208979074</id><published>2010-02-03T22:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:43:31.742Z</updated><title type='text'>Autumn's Concerto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;下一站, 幸福 (Autumn's Concerto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2oJREknA-I/AAAAAAAAANo/Zqxrmhgk3Dw/s1600-h/Autumns-Concerto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2oJREknA-I/AAAAAAAAANo/Zqxrmhgk3Dw/s320/Autumns-Concerto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434166089265644514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. my Mandarin ain't that bad! I'm watching a Taiwanese Idol Drama with no subtitles. :)&lt;br /&gt;That's an accomplishment! But five episodes a day!!!!!! Sigh. I know I've gone overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story's so sad, gosh, with the typical storyline. They (the rich, spoilt brat and the poor, humble girl) fall in love. The guy's gonna die. The (evil) mum's hostility towards the girl. The girl's perseverance. Hmmm... I haven't got to the last episode but they most probably will live happily ever after. It's all predicted!&lt;br /&gt;*playing the role of a movie critic* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good acting on the part of Vanness Wu, who plays the lead role, (erm-what's-his-name-again?) Ren Guang Xi. He is cool &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and handsome&lt;/span&gt; and so sweet! :-)))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the theme song's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-4372308460208979074?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4372308460208979074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=4372308460208979074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4372308460208979074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4372308460208979074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/02/autumns-concerto.html' title='Autumn&apos;s Concerto'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2oJREknA-I/AAAAAAAAANo/Zqxrmhgk3Dw/s72-c/Autumns-Concerto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-8553410794955065702</id><published>2010-01-31T18:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:58:45.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Birmingham</title><content type='html'>Birmingham is awesome. It is the second largest city in the UK after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIp0P_VSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0mBRwM85xo8/s1600-h/DSCN1426.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIp0P_VSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0mBRwM85xo8/s320/DSCN1426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432969146218272034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bullring bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIrsfHvOI/AAAAAAAAANA/-eJymJKJXHk/s1600-h/DSCN1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIrsfHvOI/AAAAAAAAANA/-eJymJKJXHk/s320/DSCN1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432969178493992162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victoria Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIrY02i3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RiVnB5CdUA8/s1600-h/DSCN1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIrY02i3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RiVnB5CdUA8/s320/DSCN1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432969173216430962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aston Villa Football Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIqHdlA1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/qB8swW9Tp-o/s1600-h/DSCN1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIqHdlA1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/qB8swW9Tp-o/s320/DSCN1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432969151375541074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The futuristic looking shopping complex and Selfridges store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XJ_4tIHLI/AAAAAAAAANI/XnyceYPhALg/s1600-h/DSCN1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XJ_4tIHLI/AAAAAAAAANI/XnyceYPhALg/s320/DSCN1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970624882973874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Statue of Thomas Attwood in Chamberlain Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XKADCPZMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8PFuUdgErqE/s1600-h/DSCN1482.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XKADCPZMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8PFuUdgErqE/s320/DSCN1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970627655886018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XKASLIN9I/AAAAAAAAANY/94jpBKU8IqI/s1600-h/DSCN1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XKASLIN9I/AAAAAAAAANY/94jpBKU8IqI/s320/DSCN1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970631719696338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XKA69dVII/AAAAAAAAANg/YPUVpzRLn30/s1600-h/DSCN1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XKA69dVII/AAAAAAAAANg/YPUVpzRLn30/s320/DSCN1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970642668213378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japanese dinner-chicken &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karage&lt;/span&gt; bento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My holidays are coming to an end. In fact, school reopens TOMORROW! It's just a matter of a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this means that May is coming soon. Which means that I am inching closer to Mark (Westlife). Which means that June is nearing. Which also means that Malaysia awaits me. And this means good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*drinking a cup of yummilicious milk*&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dear Cow, Thank you for your milk (although it makes me fat since I only drink whole milk). I love you so. xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-8553410794955065702?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/8553410794955065702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=8553410794955065702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/8553410794955065702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/8553410794955065702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/01/birmingham.html' title='Birmingham'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S2XIp0P_VSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0mBRwM85xo8/s72-c/DSCN1426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2151076774764595357</id><published>2010-01-26T19:32:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:02:35.282Z</updated><title type='text'>Markaholism</title><content type='html'>I am officially done with exams. Hip, hip, hurray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will be going to Westlife's concert after all.&lt;br /&gt;Date: 30 May 2010&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Manchester Evening News Arena&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Price: GBP 44 (floor seating and it is near the stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S19SIF114rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DH9d33RiGKg/s1600-h/westlife.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S19SIF114rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DH9d33RiGKg/s320/westlife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431149974592545458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Handsome Mark (second from left). He is so so so so handsome. The handsomest person that ever lived. OMG. OMG. OMG. I think i am going to faint. My legs have turned into jelly.&lt;br /&gt;To Mark; 'Catch me when i fall?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;*slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i am in love with a celebrity who doesn't even know i exist. Sigh. This is probably the saddest thing that ever happened to me. But worry not, i will survive this dark period-Mark blind and Mark drunk by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going to Birmingham tomorrow. :S&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2151076774764595357?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2151076774764595357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2151076774764595357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2151076774764595357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2151076774764595357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/01/markaholism.html' title='Markaholism'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S19SIF114rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DH9d33RiGKg/s72-c/westlife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3856201355811859371</id><published>2010-01-17T22:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:08:59.415Z</updated><title type='text'>Camwhoring *giggles*</title><content type='html'>Exams, you stress me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm stressed, i eat.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm stressed, the pimples come.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm stressed, i camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;Poor blog.. i only use you to channel those pent up emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWlhVr-1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fK0ZRpa_2fg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100117_6.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWlhVr-1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fK0ZRpa_2fg/s320/Snapshot_20100117_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427847547260238674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWZhyFy4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HG8XJtpDY9A/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100117_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWZhyFy4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HG8XJtpDY9A/s320/Snapshot_20100117_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427847341220940674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWRmTJxZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VT3CKGOuzD4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100117_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWRmTJxZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VT3CKGOuzD4/s320/Snapshot_20100117_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427847204994401682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWRaB2B5I/AAAAAAAAALw/qi1wlaxpPT8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100117_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWRaB2B5I/AAAAAAAAALw/qi1wlaxpPT8/s320/Snapshot_20100117_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427847201700579218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWRIE6wqI/AAAAAAAAALo/_afgTl1Pe80/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100117_2.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWRIE6wqI/AAAAAAAAALo/_afgTl1Pe80/s320/Snapshot_20100117_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427847196881633954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWQrLz_rI/AAAAAAAAALg/K1-dVAYTACs/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100117_1.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWQrLz_rI/AAAAAAAAALg/K1-dVAYTACs/s320/Snapshot_20100117_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427847189125922482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWQYx6USI/AAAAAAAAALY/hEHOI7iEuTg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWQYx6USI/AAAAAAAAALY/hEHOI7iEuTg/s320/Snapshot_20100117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427847184185446690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3856201355811859371?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3856201355811859371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3856201355811859371' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3856201355811859371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3856201355811859371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/01/camwhoring-giggles.html' title='Camwhoring *giggles*'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S1OWlhVr-1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fK0ZRpa_2fg/s72-c/Snapshot_20100117_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3724460818980136113</id><published>2010-01-06T20:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:02:37.067Z</updated><title type='text'>summary of my fortnight</title><content type='html'>I know i kinda abandoned my blog again. But here it is, the rebirth! With a new layout! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Summary:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Edinburgh a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Brought YL, my Ah Ma around Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;Shopped the whole week after Boxing Day. Literally shopped till i dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Counted down to New Year at &lt;strike&gt;Albert Square&lt;/strike&gt; Exchange Square.&lt;br /&gt;Baked a gazillion cakes and muffins.&lt;br /&gt;And i am currently head over heels in love with Mark Feehily from Westlife. (OMG! He is so handsome!) What's not to love about him??&lt;br /&gt;Made a snowman by the name of 'Mark' yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And Happy Belated 2010 y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 resolution (and the years to come);&lt;br /&gt;me ----&gt; vegan&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry already =.=&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rummage the fridge for F-O-O-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               -The Mark Obsession-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3724460818980136113?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3724460818980136113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3724460818980136113' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3724460818980136113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3724460818980136113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2010/01/summary-of-my-fortnight.html' title='summary of my fortnight'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-168895957836003003</id><published>2009-12-18T19:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:43:43.799Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm dating Happiness</title><content type='html'>Holidays have officially started. And to kick-start my holiday mood, we (me, CY, WH, Bickie, YY and Mama) went shopping at Arndale. Had a time of our lives. Everything was on sale!! Grabbed a couple of sweaters and a shirt for Daddy. I smell bliss in the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been set free from bondage. Let's rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's itinerary: Cookie baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You name it, we bake it. Haha. Now, now... i'm a pretty good baker. So how bout i bake your wedding cake for your big day? 10-tier? 100-tier? A cake as high as the Petronas Twin Towers? Just think about it and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyvY_JZGIUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FX1pPjXk-1E/s1600-h/wedding+cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyvY_JZGIUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FX1pPjXk-1E/s320/wedding+cakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416661556207690050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they lovely? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will be leaving for London and Scotland tomorrow night so there will be no updates from me for a week. Goodbye blog. Goodbye world. Goodbye friends. I am off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-168895957836003003?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/168895957836003003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=168895957836003003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/168895957836003003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/168895957836003003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-dating-happiness.html' title='I&apos;m dating Happiness'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyvY_JZGIUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FX1pPjXk-1E/s72-c/wedding+cakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-8941732998126837396</id><published>2009-12-17T21:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:29:03.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Of Christmas Carols and Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;It snowed in Manchester. ^^ Felt like i was living in a snow globe. The streets were white. The roof tops were white. It was beautiful. I would be doing it injustice if i were to give you a description (anyway, i can't find the right words besides 'white'). If only i could relive today. Do i really have to grow up?? I enjoy being the rebellious, carefree, irresponsible, messy teenager-adult (i'm still young, okay?) that i am (nah... i think i'm filial alright. Hehe.) How i wish i were 20 forever. But Neverland only exists in Peter Pan. The closest i can get to is Netherlands and i will grow old there. SIGH. On a different note, i hope it will snow so heavily tonight that Whitworth Park gets buried under snow so i don't have to sit for my test tomorrow. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a Christmas Carol at the Catholic Chaplaincy near my school. Wow. It was amazing. The soloist, Joanne Patocs has got a really powerful voice (duh~ that is why she is the soloist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to Christmas :-)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song: 'When a Child is born'. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRjnRWiv46s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRjnRWiv46s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-8941732998126837396?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/8941732998126837396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=8941732998126837396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/8941732998126837396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/8941732998126837396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-christmas-carols-and-snow.html' title='Of Christmas Carols and Snow'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3124952322615938752</id><published>2009-12-14T21:34:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:11:51.003Z</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean when..</title><content type='html'>A guy gives a girl chocolates?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be so dead when MK sees this. Muahahahahahahaha. ^^ Oh well.. I'd just ask for forgiveness then. I will not reveal MK's real identity so don't bother to ask alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;TO MK: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KEPT THIS A SECRET FROM ME!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you believe it? XP gave MK chocolates on the last day of XXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went along and googled "what does it mean when a guy gives a girl chocolates?" HAHA. (I am so &gt;.&lt;)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the summary of the answers:&lt;br /&gt;1.  (MK please note) He likes you! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;2. It means he gave you some chocolates.. why is everything so complicated?? (Just ignore this!!)      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! I'm stitching my lips shut for now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3124952322615938752?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3124952322615938752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3124952322615938752' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3124952322615938752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3124952322615938752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-does-it-mean-when.html' title='What does it mean when..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-8528492825928051257</id><published>2009-12-14T20:44:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:49:17.001Z</updated><title type='text'>I really have nothing better to do</title><content type='html'>I am so bored. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed my table while studying Physical Pharmacy (in simpler terms, i dozed off while attempting to study.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than to continue smooching my table, I made the wiser choice of updating my darling blog even when i did not have anything to update it on. =.='' i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new pet. It's a ladybird. Isn't it just cute?? (i'm using 'it' because i do not know how to determine its gender.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Syaj2M0yzfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hmH6rPWRebw/s1600-h/DSCN0479.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Syaj2M0yzfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hmH6rPWRebw/s320/DSCN0479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415195753510522354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name: Polka dot&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Age: 19 months old? (a wild guess. Erm.. because it has 19 spots? Yeah, i counted the spots on Polka dot. I know i'm way too free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i killed it just the other night when i was going to sleep. The lights were all off so it was obviously dark. And of all places, Polka dot decided to sleep on my neck. It was ticklish (duh..) so my hand went smack. Oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried of course. So i switched on the lights to check Polka dot's heart beat. Ahhh... Relief washed over me! It's ALIVE!! I'm not a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is the picture of Polka dot settled comfortably on my finger. We are the best of friends. ^^&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to keep Polka dot as a pet. Low maintenance. I don't need to feed it. I don't need to clean poop. Maybe you would consider keeping a ladybird as a pet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-8528492825928051257?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/8528492825928051257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=8528492825928051257' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/8528492825928051257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/8528492825928051257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-have-nothing-better-to-do.html' title='I really have nothing better to do'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Syaj2M0yzfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hmH6rPWRebw/s72-c/DSCN0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-1560409051267248776</id><published>2009-12-13T23:02:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:43:44.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Physical Pharmacy blues</title><content type='html'>I know i should be studying right now. But it's Physical Pharmacy-the T.T (i am crying) subject. SIGH. There i was hunched over my lecture notes (for around 10 minutes before i ended up on the evil facebook) but my brain just refused to work. I couldn't even fathom the words that were staring back at me. *Oh dear* How am i going to sit for the test on FRIDAY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is monotropic polymorphism supposed to mean??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when i come to this point, i start indulging in food. I am trying to refrain from having supper but this is definitely one of the hardest task i have ever encountered in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne versus Supper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost. Supper won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-1560409051267248776?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1560409051267248776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=1560409051267248776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1560409051267248776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1560409051267248776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/physical-pharmacy-blues.html' title='Physical Pharmacy blues'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-4386316125719873416</id><published>2009-12-13T00:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:41:12.019Z</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; 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&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little performance brought to you by, &lt;br /&gt;Corrinne, CY, Mama and Aileen. :]&lt;br /&gt;Hope you love it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-4386316125719873416?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4386316125719873416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=4386316125719873416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4386316125719873416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4386316125719873416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_13.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2346657809100930677</id><published>2009-12-12T18:36:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:25:01.390Z</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>... the weather today. It was so sunny and bright in the morning (for once)!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I love God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I love Daddy and Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I love Sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I love my pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love being 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I love bags and shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I love chocolates, ice creams, cakes and anything sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I love the ladybird that stays with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love the pigeons outside my window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I love social parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I love weddings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I love eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I love everybody in the whole, wide world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in such a pleasant mood today. :-)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Ask for my hand in marriage and i will definitely say yes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, no BF. I don't need one to make me happy. *haughty tone* I'm happy as it is. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Neither have i completed my assignments (not a single piece) =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I don't need a reason to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I think it is because of the wonderful weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2346657809100930677?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2346657809100930677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2346657809100930677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2346657809100930677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2346657809100930677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3967422440370542760</id><published>2009-12-11T23:30:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:57:51.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Ball</title><content type='html'>:] A big smile for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it. Such a waste it ended early.&lt;br /&gt;All of us that went: from left; SC, Aileen, me, Karen, Wanhui, Chuhuan and Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXBjbqumI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pZrh0Kc3E8k/s1600-h/DSCN0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXBjbqumI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pZrh0Kc3E8k/s320/DSCN0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414126123743885922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXDdEaNwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iZsrI7Tz3s0/s1600-h/DSCN0791.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXDdEaNwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iZsrI7Tz3s0/s320/DSCN0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414126156395460354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXCzcfNsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h7mbRXxw5UI/s1600-h/DSCN0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXCzcfNsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h7mbRXxw5UI/s320/DSCN0789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414126145222162114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXCS392wI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7vCRyLxhHb0/s1600-h/DSCN0790.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXCS392wI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7vCRyLxhHb0/s320/DSCN0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414126136479046402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXCF4MhDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LON0JOrzaKg/s1600-h/DSCN0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXCF4MhDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LON0JOrzaKg/s320/DSCN0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414126132990346290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I LOVE my hair. ^^ And my dress. I'm sleeping in it tonight. LOL. My kind flatmate styled my hair. She's real good (as good as a professional hairstylist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the not-so-bright side, my high heels were killing me the whole time. Almost died. With high heels, the fastest pace i could manage was 1 cm per minute. The route from the main hall gate to my room took ages.&lt;br /&gt;Killer shoes. SIGH. The price of being vain. My poor feet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3967422440370542760?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3967422440370542760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3967422440370542760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3967422440370542760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3967422440370542760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-ball.html' title='Christmas Ball'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SyLXBjbqumI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pZrh0Kc3E8k/s72-c/DSCN0785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-1723979968598190256</id><published>2009-12-11T15:30:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:02:49.139Z</updated><title type='text'>The joy of shopping</title><content type='html'>Indescribable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping can definitely mend the broken heart. I totally forgot all my worries and my care (in this case, assignments) while shopping :] SIGH. Bought a dress, a bag and tights. Primark sure sucks the $$ out of my purse. I'm broke again! And i need the cash machine. NOW. =.= Anyway, i had to buy them because they were oh-so-cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the dress to tonight's Christmas Ball! Woohooo! Shall upload the pictures later on... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spilled rice all over my carpet. This is so me. Sigh. Bent over to pick them up, grain by grain, grain by grain... and guess what i found? GOLD. ^^ That is such a lie. Instead, i found nail clippings, clumps of hair... I shall not describe my room to you anymore. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;Assignments due on MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum room ASAP (&lt;strike&gt;maybe after coming back from Scotland&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another week to Christmas Hols!! Hohohohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-1723979968598190256?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1723979968598190256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=1723979968598190256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1723979968598190256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1723979968598190256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/joy-of-shopping.html' title='The joy of shopping'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3041412755121959862</id><published>2009-12-09T00:07:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:38:10.185Z</updated><title type='text'>When students are stressed</title><content type='html'>I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, assignments, assignments.... Sigh. I seem very free but am actually not. I have tonnes of work waiting for me to complete. =.= (all last minute) I'm so not sleeping tonight. (i've broken every single one of my December resolutions. I'll start all over again in January-to welcome the new year :] and break them all the next day) If i didn't have a roof in my room, my stack of assignments would have already reached the moon. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When students are stressed (i got these in an email. Laughed my head off):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qgYKhchI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q8dcNOomneY/s1600-h/expand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qgYKhchI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q8dcNOomneY/s320/expand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413021644109214226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qguv_m1I/AAAAAAAAAII/gI0o9ejQyNc/s1600-h/exam-answers-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qguv_m1I/AAAAAAAAAII/gI0o9ejQyNc/s320/exam-answers-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413021650171960146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qhK7o1iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wp49llIlBOY/s1600-h/30913886-bizzarely-funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qhK7o1iI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wp49llIlBOY/s320/30913886-bizzarely-funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413021657736992290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qhFxIfsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xhwdN-gDkCE/s1600-h/funnyimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qhFxIfsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xhwdN-gDkCE/s320/funnyimage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413021656350752450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the last one. (personal favourite) He hanged himself in the end. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being a sadist or anything. This is just way too FUN-NAY. I would've done the same anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been indulging in chocolates. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I regretted the day i bought them. (now i'm eating nonstop again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to work. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3041412755121959862?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3041412755121959862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3041412755121959862' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3041412755121959862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3041412755121959862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-students-are-stressed.html' title='When students are stressed'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx7qgYKhchI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q8dcNOomneY/s72-c/expand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-368633947098146437</id><published>2009-12-07T23:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:34:10.959Z</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when Corrinne is too free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx2S498uIfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-HENnrhmjYs/s1600-h/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx2S498uIfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-HENnrhmjYs/s320/funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412643834568778226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got to dress up as a vampire so this is what i'll look like if i did. Too sweet to be scary right? (You have to agree with me. Won't take no as an answer.) ^^ Muahahahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;*vampire laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen looks like Bobo the clown. (shhh... don't tell her i said that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY got punched (mook) in the face. LOL... and she grew a beard. I, on the other hand, grew a moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WH has rosy cheeks. She is an angel... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-368633947098146437?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/368633947098146437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=368633947098146437' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/368633947098146437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/368633947098146437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-what-happens-when-corrinne-is.html' title='This is what happens when Corrinne is too free'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sx2S498uIfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-HENnrhmjYs/s72-c/funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-1965901785539403042</id><published>2009-12-07T13:47:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:34:53.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Killing some time</title><content type='html'>An update a day keeps my blog alive! :]&lt;br /&gt;*see how determined i am*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm just waiting to go out to do my weekly shopping-Like an auntie :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itinerary for the next two weeks before Christmas holidays:&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Ball on Friday :] !!&lt;br /&gt;Physical Pharmacy mock test the following Friday :[&lt;br /&gt;Then i'm free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itinerary for my one month Christmas holidays:&lt;br /&gt;20-21/12 - Going to London&lt;br /&gt;22-26/12 - Going to Scotland (where i'll definitely be able to make a KT lookalike snowguy getting married to a GW lookalike snowgirl - i really have nothing better to do)&lt;br /&gt;26/12 (night) - Back to Manchester. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss Boxing Day this year. (This is so sad) *secretly hoping that i'll be able to shop in Scotland* P.S. : MAMA PLEASE READ THIS ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Off i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-1965901785539403042?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1965901785539403042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=1965901785539403042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1965901785539403042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1965901785539403042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/killing-some-time.html' title='Killing some time'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6149771596897058779</id><published>2009-12-06T21:32:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:08:58.098Z</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>I feel satisfied. So satisfied. At long last, i finally got to eat Malaysian food. I know i've been cooking but the food i cook is the put-everything-you-can-find-in-the-fridge-in kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;, the yummiest food in the world. *rubbing my belly and smacking my lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to tempt you fellow Malaysians in UK. ^^ (i am so evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxwjgrsn_UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h99l_nNRbbs/s1600-h/DSCN0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxwjgrsn_UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h99l_nNRbbs/s320/DSCN0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412239896585174338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxwjgV7vDnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/j8Dn7BphK5E/s1600-h/DSCN0627.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxwjgV7vDnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/j8Dn7BphK5E/s320/DSCN0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412239890742972018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people behind the wonderful lunch (and eventually dinner):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxwjgOCsbnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yyVFrJ3Z3lY/s1600-h/DSCN0626.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxwjgOCsbnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yyVFrJ3Z3lY/s320/DSCN0626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412239888624676466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left: ChuHuan (Helper 1)          Right: Kak Ain (Head chef)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxwjf7c-9FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ci7_-GfPnOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0625.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxwjf7c-9FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ci7_-GfPnOQ/s320/DSCN0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412239883634668626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left: Corrinne (Helper 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We stay under the same roof (ie, same flat). This was our first time cooking together. :]&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be lunch but we cooked so much, we eventually had it for dinner too. (secretly happy) I love, love, love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i ate half a kilogram of rice today. I honestly do. I ate non stop. Literally. My stomach felt like a bottomless pit. As i write, my poor tummy is hard at work digesting the three plates of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt; i had for dinner (and the three plates i had for lunch). &gt;.&lt; I wonder how i managed to gorge that much of food down my throat. Never in my 20 years had i eaten SO MUCH! I shocked myself and i shocked the world! I am capable of EATING A LOT! I am a big, fat glutton! (Now Granny can't compare my food consumption to that of a cat's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get indigestion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6149771596897058779?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6149771596897058779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6149771596897058779' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6149771596897058779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6149771596897058779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxwjgrsn_UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h99l_nNRbbs/s72-c/DSCN0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-7504955662611345644</id><published>2009-12-05T22:11:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:00:42.899Z</updated><title type='text'>York</title><content type='html'>Things you should know:&lt;br /&gt;It's the 5th of December 2009.&lt;br /&gt;And i went to York, which is about 2 hours' drive from Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall pass the post over to the pictures. Afterall, 'a picture is worth a thousand words'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pictures taken along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb7ozLO5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qPBTIu_GwWY/s1600-h/DSCN0522.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb7ozLO5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qPBTIu_GwWY/s320/DSCN0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411879719849900946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb7Kocf5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/N1PGwhI_5EU/s1600-h/DSCN0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb7Kocf5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/N1PGwhI_5EU/s320/DSCN0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411879711751831442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the countryside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our tour around York brought us to these places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb7070-PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UngMI2rHV88/s1600-h/DSCN0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb7070-PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UngMI2rHV88/s320/DSCN0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411879723107416306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clifford's Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb8WMy6_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/KVKEQlN6wfo/s1600-h/DSCN0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb8WMy6_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/KVKEQlN6wfo/s320/DSCN0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411879732036955122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The York Dungeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb8F2HgPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a77UNF4jmTw/s1600-h/DSCN0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb8F2HgPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a77UNF4jmTw/s320/DSCN0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411879727646867698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A picture of a pirate holding what seemed like a knife with cobwebs hanging around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we had lunch at Revolution (a bar). Our food came after 15 minutes so lunch was on them! ^^ Anyway, the food was good! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrcpM8LabI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gbv--sn6nlQ/s1600-h/DSCN0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrcpM8LabI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gbv--sn6nlQ/s320/DSCN0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880502645451186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aileen and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrco9qtwNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hrJeyG3MHvw/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrco9qtwNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hrJeyG3MHvw/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880498545672402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the rest of us (minus Bickie and YY)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. YY doesn't stand for Yunyi here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrcohxzElI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bRPPH7qPpDE/s1600-h/DSCN0570.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrcohxzElI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bRPPH7qPpDE/s320/DSCN0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880491059188306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autumn chicken skewers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrcoSP5k-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ws1mmX08S3E/s1600-h/DSCN0571.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrcoSP5k-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ws1mmX08S3E/s320/DSCN0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880486890476514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Revolution platter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrcnyvddUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m1qFUs-xPOo/s1600-h/DSCN0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrcnyvddUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m1qFUs-xPOo/s320/DSCN0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880478432916802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nachos layered with melting cheese&lt;br /&gt;(yup, it's 'melting' not 'melted'. I double checked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdfJFhDmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IYE9pf9oEMI/s1600-h/DSCN0586.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdfJFhDmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IYE9pf9oEMI/s320/DSCN0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411881429323812450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The inside of York Minster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We climbed the tower to the top. (It was my 'brilliant' idea we did that. I didn't expect the steps to be so steep.)  But in the end, i stood where soldiers once upon a time stood, looking out for enemies riding on horses coming from afar. Or messengers coming to offer peace. Or just admiring the beautiful sunset. (Oh... i sound so dramatic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm at the top, i can arrogantly say that the climb was a piece of cake. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdeumuafI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OqaU4ciRmhk/s1600-h/DSCN0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdeumuafI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OqaU4ciRmhk/s320/DSCN0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411881422215342578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The steps of the tower. There were 275 steps altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(i did feel a little giddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdfUhUz4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NWH8P8-kiwc/s1600-h/DSCN0599.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdfUhUz4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NWH8P8-kiwc/s320/DSCN0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411881432393240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halfway to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We weren't supposed to remain here/take pictures. Guess we didn't know the danger we were putting ourselves into. I mean, someone might fall over, right? *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly, there was this announcement over the LOUDSPEAKER, 'girls, please continue walking.' They had spy cameras installed! (ok, maybe i watch too much Jackie Chan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdgCZCTTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WTHACjJ0Aug/s1600-h/DSCN0608.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdgCZCTTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WTHACjJ0Aug/s320/DSCN0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411881444706503986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view of York from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdfrvHGpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/A2CpdM105XM/s1600-h/DSCN0605.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxrdfrvHGpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/A2CpdM105XM/s320/DSCN0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411881438625077906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-7504955662611345644?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/7504955662611345644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=7504955662611345644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/7504955662611345644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/7504955662611345644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/york.html' title='York'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Sxrb7ozLO5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qPBTIu_GwWY/s72-c/DSCN0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-832269017111948156</id><published>2009-12-04T22:59:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:33:12.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>See... i'm determined to keep my blog alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog is supposed to be an online diary,right? So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear online diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today, i woke up in the morning, ate breakfast, went to class, almost slept in class, came back, ate lunch, went for biology practicals, was just on time, stained my lab coat pink, came back, logged onto facebook, found out that Papa stole my fruits in Country Story &gt;.&lt; (just like i always steal his-just not as much and Yvonne's-quite a lot :] sorry!), thought 1 hour and 30 minutes was a long time so i took my own sweet time in getting ready-we (Mancunians) were supposed to gather at Mama's room at 6.30pm, it was 6pm by the time i wanted to bathe. :] When i finished bathing, it was already 6.25pm. Anyway, i was late in the end. Bumped into Aileen at the doorstep (she was late too. Love you, A). ^^  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner. 5 dishes altogether (main course)-herbal chicken soup, turmeric chicken, stewed potatoes,veggies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omelette&lt;/span&gt;. Had '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tangyuan&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lychee&lt;/span&gt; for dessert. Dinner was good! I cooked the omelette ALL BY MYSELF (actually it was just egg and onions). Anyway, Mama praised me! Told you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a pretty good cook. (what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to imply here is-hire me as your wedding caterer,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? PLEASE?) Didn't bring my camera so i don't have any pictures to upload (you will most probably see it on Mama's blog anyway). Saw a guy goofing around. He was dressed up as a... cheerleader??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my room now. Blogging (instead of doing my lab report).&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep at 12midnight sharp! Not one minute later. Joining a trip to York tomorrow, so i gotta make sure i wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day was just as good! Or even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: The 'Papa' and 'Mama' mentioned here aren't my real parents. I call my real dad 'Daddy' and my real mum 'Mummy'. Daddy doesn't play Country Story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-832269017111948156?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/832269017111948156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=832269017111948156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/832269017111948156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/832269017111948156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-4192254386301651859</id><published>2009-12-02T16:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:56:59.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Paris</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures of Paris that i promised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxaWsigkTBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Q7BPZwXQ5I/s1600-h/paris6.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/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxaWsigkTBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Q7BPZwXQ5I/s320/paris6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410677694254042130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxaXBw_VHvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3GezMdvIYM8/s1600-h/paris7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxaXBw_VHvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3GezMdvIYM8/s320/paris7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410678058918420210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxaWsa8XmxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_vkGzItF-A8/s1600-h/paris3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxaWsa8XmxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_vkGzItF-A8/s320/paris3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410677692223167250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's so cute, isn't she? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad to think that i'll be missing from her puppy-hood now that she's in Malaysia and i'm over here. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-4192254386301651859?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4192254386301651859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=4192254386301651859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4192254386301651859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4192254386301651859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-paris.html' title='Little Paris'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SxaWsigkTBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Q7BPZwXQ5I/s72-c/paris6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-85614008532032350</id><published>2009-12-01T22:46:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:24:15.263Z</updated><title type='text'>My December Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Today's the 1st of December.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No eating after 8pm&lt;br /&gt;2. No staying up late&lt;br /&gt;3. No waking up late&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat fruits 30 minutes before a meal&lt;br /&gt;5. No snacks in between meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lead a healthy lifestyle from tomorrow onwards.&lt;br /&gt;*Yes I am!*&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is officially the last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ever having supper.&lt;br /&gt;*Yes it is!*&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne will be fit in no time.&lt;br /&gt;*Yes she will!*&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm in the cheer leading squad to cheer myself on. :]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... so let's imagine me in a red and white tutu with matching pompoms doing somersaults for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... i told you that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; bored.(Blogging is to kill time)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my healthy supper consisted of wholemeal bread (carbohydrates, fibre), cucumber (vitamins and minerals), cheese (protein), margarine (vitamin E, fats) and mayonnaise (fats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY DECEMBER EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-85614008532032350?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/85614008532032350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=85614008532032350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/85614008532032350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/85614008532032350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-december-resolutions.html' title='My December Resolutions'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-1622208826373849912</id><published>2009-12-01T18:05:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:36:17.123Z</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>An update finally! :] It's been one month plus since the last post. How time flies! I can never keep my blog updated no matter how hard i try, no matter how many times i make a mental note to try, no matter how many times i promise myself that i will cos blogs=essays, and i don't like essays. Off the record, i've finally completed my 1200 word essay! Phheewww...&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored right now (just finished my Organic Chemistry test). So i thought, 'why not update my blog'. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past one month has been good. I didn't fall off the bed in the mornings, i didn't cut my finger with the knife, i didn't burn down the kitchen, i didn't freeze on my way to class and last but not least, i have a new puppy which i plan to name Paris (after Paris Hilton). That is the highlight of the month! I'll put pictures of her as soon as i get them. I promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas wish??&lt;br /&gt;Snow in Manchester. Oh... please let it snow! I want to build a snowman. No... i want to build a family of snowmen. In fact, i know what i'm going to build now! The Tuang family snowmen, snowwomen, snowboys and snowgirls. ^^ Papa (KT) and Mama (GW) will be so proud of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, my dear friends...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going back to Malaysia on the 15th of June! So, clear your social calendars! I'm so going to hang out (a.k.a lepak) 24/7 and stuff myself silly with food until i become a balloon!&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-1622208826373849912?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1622208826373849912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=1622208826373849912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1622208826373849912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1622208826373849912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6695877093231217442</id><published>2009-10-19T18:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:48:52.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in a dilemma</title><content type='html'>I'm dying to get a pair of Ugg boots just so you know. Gotta have one of those. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I like the cardy boots. Here's a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's more fashionable. However, it only has a sheepskin sock liner for warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394361045344443218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Styeykn121I/AAAAAAAAADw/9nBydujC96s/s320/cardy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these classic short Ugg boots (picture below) look good too. These boots have sheepskin lining and will keep your feet warm. But i prefer the cardy ones!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394361056235082082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/StyezNMX0WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dfqbDzkvX68/s320/classic+short.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make up my mind. I spent 2 hrs 30 minutes talking to my mum asking for advice. Hehe. And I haven't done a single piece of work cos i'm too obsessed with these boots right now. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These boots are the only thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;This obsession has become so serious that the moment i open my mouth, i start blabbering on and on about Ugg boots. I still haven't bathed. I still haven't taken my dinner. Cos i'm looking at the boots online. O_o&lt;br /&gt;P.S. no wonder i've slimmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll the get the classic cardy boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, I'll never get myself a pair of boots. And neither will i be able to finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... just venting my frustrations....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6695877093231217442?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6695877093231217442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6695877093231217442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6695877093231217442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6695877093231217442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-dilemma.html' title='in a dilemma'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/Styeykn121I/AAAAAAAAADw/9nBydujC96s/s72-c/cardy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-5233078942006620311</id><published>2009-10-01T21:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:21:16.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Manchester</title><content type='html'>I don't exactly remember what day it was, but it was drizzling. And it was COLD. Raining or not, the scenery was too lovely to miss. So out came the camera. Cameras are, without doubt, one of man's greatest inventions. How would i ever survive without one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken at a park near my university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUXL6HfliI/AAAAAAAAADo/0cNyJhIKNIk/s1600-h/DSCN0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387738022565352994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUXL6HfliI/AAAAAAAAADo/0cNyJhIKNIk/s320/DSCN0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387735614380628626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUU_u7g2pI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DbBKf4iZY7Y/s320/DSCN0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387735622073790706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUVALltMPI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZPhbB_5oSTI/s320/DSCN0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dog's name is Luna. She is four years old. And she's the cutest creature God ever made. She reminds me of my three dogs back home. I miss them so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's her master. I think she has the coolest hair. Maybe i will have my hair dyed too. How would violet and green look on me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would certainly be a sight to behold, wouldn't it? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUVAtVwFVI/AAAAAAAAADg/7sKJWmwoB4o/s1600-h/DSCN0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387735631133676882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUVAtVwFVI/AAAAAAAAADg/7sKJWmwoB4o/s320/DSCN0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is part of the Whitworth Art Gallery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUU-gZV3CI/AAAAAAAAADA/W34wJjLI2Gg/s1600-h/DSCN0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387735593299336226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUU-gZV3CI/AAAAAAAAADA/W34wJjLI2Gg/s320/DSCN0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the statue of Edward VII. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look closely enough, you will see 'xake' written on it. I wonder what that means. What a pity the statue was vandalised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-5233078942006620311?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/5233078942006620311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=5233078942006620311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5233078942006620311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5233078942006620311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-of-manchester.html' title='More of Manchester'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsUXL6HfliI/AAAAAAAAADo/0cNyJhIKNIk/s72-c/DSCN0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-3669215946965900104</id><published>2009-09-29T22:26:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:29:57.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying in Manchester</title><content type='html'>It has been a week away from home. Distance certainly does make the heart grow fonder. I am craving for Malaysian food. All i ever eat here is pizza, pizza, pizza. I am so gonna become fat by the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures I'd love to show off cos i thought they looked good. :)&lt;br /&gt;I took them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Who wants to hire me as the wedding photographer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387009236812165554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsKAW_nv8bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S3Mwu7HPLTY/s320/DSCN0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387008133591047426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsJ_WxzVnQI/AAAAAAAAACw/w4GqoC__L9I/s320/DSCN0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387008126908516930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsJ_WY6GSkI/AAAAAAAAACo/NlVR-TlTyEk/s320/DSCN0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Out of a hundred photos, only three looked decent enough to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things are going well so far (Cos my classes have yet to start). But it's gotten a little rainy over here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, I've been cooking my own meals. All of which turned out pretty yummy, minus the time when i burned my vegetables and the time when my pasta ended up half cooked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: I can be your wedding caterer, if you want..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-3669215946965900104?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/3669215946965900104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=3669215946965900104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3669215946965900104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/3669215946965900104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-been-week-away-from-home.html' title='Studying in Manchester'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SsKAW_nv8bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/S3Mwu7HPLTY/s72-c/DSCN0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2711903898904757899</id><published>2009-08-29T15:06:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:00:22.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always love my retainers</title><content type='html'>The past week has been a living nightmare. A zillion forms to fill in and bad luck all the way. Or maybe it was because of my mere ignorance. Really! It was one of the lowest moments in the history of Corrinne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it was the hassle of applying for a visa. I did not read through the payment methods very carefully. I thought i could pay the fee in cash. Turned out i had to use a banker's draft. Luckily i found this out a day before my appointment from my friend. Although the banks were all closed by then, i still had time to get it done the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unfortunate thing happened to me right after. Something that had never crossed my mind. So '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;'! I lost my retainers! I lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rainey&lt;/span&gt; my retainers! I lost my retainers of eight months! She was still a baby. This is so depressing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rainey&lt;/span&gt; was a personal item. And i am really missing her. Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rainey&lt;/span&gt;! She is now spending the rest of her days in the Sushi King rubbish bin in Mid Valley. *&lt;em&gt;I'm really sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rainey&lt;/span&gt;. R.I.P. Thanks a lot waiter-who-threw-my-retainers-away!* &lt;/em&gt;I have to spend another RM300 on a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i attended 'University of Manchester &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-departure briefing' at the KL Convention Centre. Instead, i went to Mandarin Oriental Hotel, thinking that the briefing was being held there. I had a delightfully long lecture on responsibility from my parents after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned over a new leaf! Corrinne is as responsible as ever now. In fact, i just emailed my friends a form to apply for an International Student Card instead of the usual (them emailing me forms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i still miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rainey&lt;/span&gt; dearly. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;This has been a really wonderful lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2711903898904757899?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2711903898904757899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2711903898904757899' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2711903898904757899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2711903898904757899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-so-sad.html' title='I will always love my retainers'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-4679514676076413234</id><published>2009-08-22T15:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:44:53.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DE.01.02.009</title><content type='html'>You must have been so curious about that title that you had to click to see the post, didn't you? Let me tell you a secret, that's the newest code to replace 5201314. GOTCHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, DE.01.02.009 will be my future home. Not the &lt;em&gt;rumah orang ulu&lt;/em&gt; okay! This one is in Manchester. It's my university accommodation. Apparently, they loved me so much they decided to give me my first choice. I'm just pulling your legs! There's no such thing. Who am i kidding? They don't even know me(yet). =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about four weeks, an exciting chapter in my life will start. Uni life! And i just can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;(Although this means that i'm aging!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, cheokee has begun seeing LYY. I hereby grant her my blessings despite the fact that it left me crushed. Okaaaay!! I am lying! They are not together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-4679514676076413234?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4679514676076413234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=4679514676076413234' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4679514676076413234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4679514676076413234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/de0102009.html' title='DE.01.02.009'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-1965342344407381520</id><published>2009-08-21T08:51:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:32:12.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7D6N in Kuching</title><content type='html'>A one month late post.. Nevertheless still a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to start off with a really HUGE thank you to Aylwin and his family for being such wonderful hosts. They housed us throughout our stay in Kuching, were the cooks and were also our tour guides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was picturesque Damai Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372327066883630946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/So5XAObQp2I/AAAAAAAAACI/hFbVvtBo2rc/s320/P1010088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We saw a model taking snapshots at one end of the beach and a couple taking wedding photographs at the other end. I had this sudden urge to run over to the soon-to-be-married couple and offer to become their bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the Sarawak Cultural Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372350560918095602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/So5sXwhkxvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WC48ah3yiEU/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i found my dream house...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372354371016820306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/So5v1iP5hlI/AAAAAAAAACY/aM306a4hHKE/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It would have been quite a pleasant change from the brick house that i have been living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends did not think very highly of my new home. So i decided to ask the Fairy God Mother to change it into Cinderella's castle. Yes, you guessed correctly. We went fairy-hunting at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372355901313522834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/So5xOnDEHJI/AAAAAAAAACg/TrzE5NGyjLI/s320/DSCN0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a group of very determined people, we searched high and low for any fairies that might be present. Alas, our search was to no avail. Until today, my house still remains a &lt;em&gt;rumah orang ulu. &lt;/em&gt;But on the bright side, i managed to lose 2 kg during that one hour expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to many, many other places which i am very, very lazy to state here and had lots and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-1965342344407381520?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/1965342344407381520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=1965342344407381520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1965342344407381520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/1965342344407381520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/7d6n-in-kuching.html' title='7D6N in Kuching'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/So5XAObQp2I/AAAAAAAAACI/hFbVvtBo2rc/s72-c/P1010088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6944447226844354234</id><published>2009-08-18T05:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:43:47.212+01:00</updated><title type='text'>get a grip</title><content type='html'>It started blissful. A three month holiday. Something school goers would covet. But somehow it took a turn for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending movies... sounds appealing, don't they? That was what i did. A movie marathon. Movie after movie after movie. I snapped out of it after a week though cos i got tired of that couch potato lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i started reading novels. (I've finished three so far) But that didn't last either. So i tried the alternative. Sleeping. I slept almost 16 hours a day. Inclusive of afternoon naps. Imagine that. Two-thirds of my day gone. That continued until yesterday when i suffered a bout of insomnia. I couldn't sleep until 6 a.m. That frightened me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to pick up the pieces and put my life back into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Starting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6944447226844354234?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6944447226844354234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6944447226844354234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6944447226844354234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6944447226844354234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-grip.html' title='get a grip'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-5655877183814256733</id><published>2009-08-18T02:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:12:34.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my other quarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SooM4StptdI/AAAAAAAAACA/vJktvnGApL0/s1600-h/DSCN0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371119666828260818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SooM4StptdI/AAAAAAAAACA/vJktvnGApL0/s320/DSCN0194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Name : Airbud a.k.a Bud-bud&lt;br /&gt;Age : 6 years&lt;br /&gt;He's the cute one! But readers beware! Bud-bud can be really mean at times. Have i ever told you he killed my rabbit and a little bird when i was teaching it how to fly? I still love him all the same though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SooM3wyUstI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dPmiE0ha-kk/s1600-h/DSCN0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371119657721049810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SooM3wyUstI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dPmiE0ha-kk/s320/DSCN0192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Name : Junior a.k.a Ju-ju&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age : 5 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's the kind one! Ju-ju will never hurt a fly.. He used to have a girlfriend that waited outside my gate 24/7. They made a cute couple especially when they went on walks together. But she dumped him about two months ago for another dog named Johnny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SooM3dPggbI/AAAAAAAAABw/GI2nR4EF8iU/s1600-h/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371119652474749362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SooM3dPggbI/AAAAAAAAABw/GI2nR4EF8iU/s320/Image088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Name : Prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age : 1 year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting.. Prince, the half-blooded mini pinscher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm spoilt and pampered. And i enjoy giving my master lots of heartache. I know how to sit, shake hand and give hi-5s. Due to my relatively small size, i always end up getting bullied by my two elder brothers. That is why i'm given a private space i call my own."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know&lt;/strong&gt; : Stroking a pet can help reduce heart rate and lower blood pressure, keeping the stress levels at bay. They provide companionship and lessen feelings of loneliness. Dogs... they give you unconditional love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know where i'm going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, adopt a pet today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-5655877183814256733?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/5655877183814256733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=5655877183814256733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5655877183814256733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5655877183814256733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/name-airbud.html' title='my other quarters'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/SooM4StptdI/AAAAAAAAACA/vJktvnGApL0/s72-c/DSCN0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-8880672152965599197</id><published>2009-08-17T05:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:12:50.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to mankind</title><content type='html'>I wrote this too. Although i think it might be a little cliched.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reap the fruits of the Earth,&lt;br /&gt;leaving us to starve.&lt;br /&gt;You cut down the trees,&lt;br /&gt;ruining our habitats,&lt;br /&gt;to build luxurious homes for yourselves,&lt;br /&gt;spas and resorts to unwind,&lt;br /&gt;and casinos for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;All in the name of modernisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kill us for our fur,&lt;br /&gt;be it striped, be it polka dotted.&lt;br /&gt;You kill us for our hide,&lt;br /&gt;to make handbags and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;All in the name of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but you won't stop!&lt;br /&gt;You take my bile,&lt;br /&gt;you take his paws,&lt;br /&gt;and you take her tusks.&lt;br /&gt;Because you say they are of medicinal values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stopped to think about us,&lt;br /&gt;to hear our pleas and our cries,&lt;br /&gt;are you so blinded by wealth and the riches life has to offer,&lt;br /&gt;that you fail to see our sufferings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were created by God too,&lt;br /&gt;but you were given the ability to think,&lt;br /&gt;we counted on you to protect our species,&lt;br /&gt;we counted on you,&lt;br /&gt;the creatures we call &lt;em&gt;Homo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sapiens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have long suffered in silence,&lt;br /&gt;and now we are writing this to you,&lt;br /&gt;asking,&lt;br /&gt;'what have we done to deserve this?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-8880672152965599197?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/8880672152965599197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=8880672152965599197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/8880672152965599197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/8880672152965599197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-to-mankind.html' title='A letter to mankind'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6370692034664132938</id><published>2009-08-17T04:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:15:10.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>save our planet</title><content type='html'>There i was, sitting on the couch, watching Animal Planet. Not my first choice of a movie. But there were simply no good programmes on Disney, Cartoon Network, HBO, Star Movies, AXN, Hallmark, and Cinemax. I've arranged them according to preference. Please allow me to assure you that i'm aware that i should be watching educational programmes. ( mental note to self : corrinne, repent! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, global warming is really taking its toll on the animals, especially the penguins and the polar bears. The ice is melting. Food is scarce. The little, innocent cubs can barely make it through winter. Eventually, they become extinct. All is not lost, though. This could all change! If only you would lift a finger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are simple ways that you can all do to help save Earth. She sustained us millions of years ago and still is. It's time we returned this favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce, reuse, recycle. The three basic steps to saving our planet. Simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6370692034664132938?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6370692034664132938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6370692034664132938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6370692034664132938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6370692034664132938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/save-our-planet.html' title='save our planet'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6296645021248532518</id><published>2009-08-17T04:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:17:23.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>f.r.i.e.n.d.s.</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem. My first attempt in 20 years. ( i'm 20 years old )&lt;br /&gt;And i want to dedicate it to all my friends. It's an amateur piece but i hope you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;They come and they go,&lt;br /&gt;It's part and parcel of life, i know,&lt;br /&gt;They leave footprints on your heart,&lt;br /&gt;That lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back on yesteryears,&lt;br /&gt;And all the memories we had together,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes fill with tears,&lt;br /&gt;But only tears of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may have been conflicts,&lt;br /&gt;There may have been misunderstandings,&lt;br /&gt;But the good times we shared,&lt;br /&gt;Are the times to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing my joy and my sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll part in a month or two,&lt;br /&gt;So i dedicate this poem to you,&lt;br /&gt;That wherever you may be,&lt;br /&gt;There i'll be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6296645021248532518?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6296645021248532518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6296645021248532518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6296645021248532518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6296645021248532518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends.html' title='f.r.i.e.n.d.s.'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-5538848476592330542</id><published>2009-08-17T04:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T04:16:24.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>notification</title><content type='html'>This is my first post in 6 months. A sudden bout of determination that i'll continue to blog. I know the last few posts spell L-A-M-E. Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is currently my holiday resolution-blog updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-5538848476592330542?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/5538848476592330542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=5538848476592330542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5538848476592330542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5538848476592330542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/08/notification.html' title='notification'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-5723899989220691380</id><published>2009-01-24T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:13:39.957Z</updated><title type='text'>i'm free..</title><content type='html'>Indeed.. i'm very free right now.&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalala... i'm bored. I have nothing to do. No good movies on astro. Sigh.. They're so unfair. Each time i come back there'll be no shows. And each time after i go back to campus, they start airing all the nice movies. This is so Murphy's Law - if anything can go wrong, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... i don't know what else to write anymore. I'm quiet..&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I think no one will agree to that. I'm so hurt. I'm crushed..&lt;br /&gt;*singing Crush by David  Archuleta* Don't worry.. it won't rain.&lt;br /&gt;Am i that noisy?? =)&lt;br /&gt;Well... i like the noisy me. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry!! All this typing makes me hungry. I'm so tempted to eat ice-cream right now. I won't though... cos i'm strong-willed. Yay me!! I'll sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-5723899989220691380?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/5723899989220691380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=5723899989220691380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5723899989220691380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/5723899989220691380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-free.html' title='i&apos;m free..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6847012646203020987</id><published>2009-01-24T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:47:47.718Z</updated><title type='text'>freedom..</title><content type='html'>At last..&lt;br /&gt;My exams are over. But not after having screwed up my papers. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;The four torturing days are over. Yahoooooooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free. Free to do anything as i please. Hmm.. except breaking the law. =)&lt;br /&gt;My plans during the hols.. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i'm gonna have a movie marathon. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Then, i'm gonna finish Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic and Baby. I love her. Highly recommended by me..&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pamper my dogs like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn my calories by typing/chatting on msn. - exercising the fingers and sitting helps to burn them off. That's real. See.. that's why i'm blogging now. I'm typing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be an environmentalist. Reduce plastic bags! Save our Earth!&lt;br /&gt;My newest motto would be ' Eat Healthy Live Healthy! '...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to kick off my addiction to maggi mee.&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions for the year 2009!&lt;br /&gt;Hope i keep them. Cos i've got a feeling that i'll break all the promises i keep to myself. I'm always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my fingers crossed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tag Pen Nie and Janelle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6847012646203020987?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6847012646203020987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6847012646203020987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6847012646203020987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6847012646203020987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/01/freedom.html' title='freedom..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6455358548566928347</id><published>2009-01-09T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:18:38.831Z</updated><title type='text'>snipping away..</title><content type='html'>Snip!&lt;br /&gt;Snip! Snip!&lt;br /&gt;Snip! Snip! Snip! Snip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snip! Snip!&lt;br /&gt;SNIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops.. i think i cut off too much hair on the right.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. i shall do the left now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! My new hairdo..&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look too bad after all. In fact, i think i did a pretty great job on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when i say i know what i'm doing.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm gonna be your bridesmaid, hair stylist, makeup artist, emcee etc on your wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that then.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6455358548566928347?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6455358548566928347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6455358548566928347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6455358548566928347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6455358548566928347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/01/snipping-away.html' title='snipping away..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2390727006062726507</id><published>2009-01-06T02:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:27:57.032Z</updated><title type='text'>lessons learnt..</title><content type='html'>Happy new year y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2009! Year of the ox!&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to my long-abandoned blog.. My blog says hi to you too.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips from the year 2008:&lt;br /&gt;Multi tasking is good.&lt;br /&gt;Do these 3 things at any one time. Study while listening to a song and combing your hair. The song has to be set to repeat of course. At the end of the day, you'll be the proud owner of a nice head of long, shiny hair plus you'll memorise a new song. Okay... i'm exaggerating a little here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel hungry, go to sleep. This is an effective way of shedding those excess fats. Try it.. at your own risk. Hehe. But thank me if it works, aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. I think i only learnt these 2 things last year.&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I am suffering from post music-poisoning after listening to the same song for 3 hours non stop everyday for a whole week. Haha. It serves me right!! The golden award goes to Jay Chou's&lt;br /&gt;newest song - dao xiang. I'm gonna puke green womit if i ever hear this song again. But it's nice and meaningful. As always. Jay's talented..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2390727006062726507?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2390727006062726507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2390727006062726507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2390727006062726507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2390727006062726507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2009/01/lessons-learnt.html' title='lessons learnt..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2656519108900790722</id><published>2008-10-24T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:16:42.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my happy ending..</title><content type='html'>It was one of those uneventful days when mama announced that she had just donated her blood. That propelled CY and i to donate ours too, since we're her daughters. In fact, my dad(KT)-and CY's stepdad, joined us. By the way, my grandpa and grandma, my aunts and uncles, my next-door neighbour and my childhood friend contributed to the country. One big happy family donating blood... =)&lt;br /&gt;The blood bank just got 350ml richer of blood group B. That came from my veins. This is proof that i'm the real daughter of KT and JP, and not just some adopted daughter from i've-forgotten-where. (Both my parents are of blood group B). CY's O-blood. So i guess BB is also of blood group O.&lt;br /&gt;I made a teeny, weeny, itsy, bitsy, tiny white lie about my weight 'cause I honestly think their weighing machine's inaccurate. I'm fit to donate blood and obviously i made the right choice. Quote: Altruism-benefitting the majority. Oooooohs and ahhhhhhs.... hehe. My arm hurts a bit now though.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we treated ourselves to Sushi King although i had to eat my catered Samosa dinner. *sobs* That was literally my first time setting foot in Leisure Mall (which is only a stone's throw away from UCSI). Announcement over the loudspeakers: "Today marks a very historical day for Leisure Mall &amp;amp; co. as Ms.-me has finally visited us after one and a half years." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So how we did get there-with eight people packed like sardines in a car-is a real wonder. Everything is possible!! G194 purposefully told me to remember that 'where there's a will, there's a way'. =)&lt;br /&gt;At night was the launching of UCSI University with magnificent fireworks!... where everyone in the hostel rushed out of their rooms like there was some kind of threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the end of my uneventful day turned eventful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2656519108900790722?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2656519108900790722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2656519108900790722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2656519108900790722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2656519108900790722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-happy-ending.html' title='my happy ending..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-4585932663831406847</id><published>2008-10-22T07:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:13:26.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking news..</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since i last blogged. Unfortunately, i forgot my password. Well, at least i remembered my username. Hehe. I've created a new one though, i mean the password... thanks to CE's non-stop pestering. Actually, i kinda miss my blog...... =)&lt;br /&gt;  Waiting for my shocking news??&lt;br /&gt;  This is what i found out on my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a test-tube baby (IVF)&lt;br /&gt;2. My surrogate mother's a cow (who wasn't able to attend my birthday steamboat)&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a cross between a cow and a monkey&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a descendent of a cow&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm officially the daughter of KT and JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    ( the above story is fictitious )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my extended family members.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything... and the superb birthday party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-4585932663831406847?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/4585932663831406847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=4585932663831406847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4585932663831406847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/4585932663831406847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/10/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking news..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2149740653109351795</id><published>2008-08-15T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:42:32.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid term hols..</title><content type='html'>It's sem break! Can't help grinning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buried under a pile of homework though. It's ironic.. But it won't spoil my holidays. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are probably enjoying Historical Malacca now. Hope you all have a swell time! Remember to miss me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;1. I think i'm gonna straighten my hair. I wanted to perm it. But my friends screamed their heads off when i told them that. My proposal for curly hair experienced lotsa rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm gonna help my dog recover. He's dropping a lot of fur. Multi-vitamins don't seem to do the work. They were supposed to make his coat shiny and glowing. I think he's almost bald by now. I'll check it out when i get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll do my homework!!! I'll do it... Honestly, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2149740653109351795?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2149740653109351795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2149740653109351795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2149740653109351795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2149740653109351795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/08/mid-term-hols.html' title='Mid term hols..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6695853304846064877</id><published>2008-08-10T04:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:08:03.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>colour disaster..</title><content type='html'>So i wanted something different. It turned out to be a disaster though. Blame me for being adventurous. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome wasn't supposed to be this. Whine and cry as much as i do, i can't turn back the clock. 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost is what suits me best right now... That poem is so meaningful. * sobs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't light and dark blue go well together? It certainly does not on my braces. I should have chosen purple and pink. But i told you i wanted something different. What's the big deal, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just temporary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, i'll be able to look back and say...&lt;br /&gt;' At least i've tried. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and i've just gotta add this line.&lt;br /&gt;' And that has made all the difference. '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6695853304846064877?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6695853304846064877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6695853304846064877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6695853304846064877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6695853304846064877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/08/colour-disaster.html' title='colour disaster..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-823959201915577972</id><published>2008-08-08T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:04:04.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>080808..</title><content type='html'>080808... How cool is that? The Olympic games have officially begun. What's more... It just doesn't stop there. It's my dad's birthday and my friend's dad's too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished my birthdate were a multiple number. Sigh...Can't believe i'm jealous of my dad's birthdate. Yean Hui's probably gonna write a me a comment saying, 'sweat!'. My dad celebrated his birthday... without me!! I can't believe that either!! I'm left out?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... my mid term holiday is just a week away. I'm counting down the days. Hurray!! I'll eat as much cake as i want to then. I'm on a weight-gain diet, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOO... I wasted my whole day again. Let's see. I slept for two hours. ( I've got a lot of catching up to do with my beauty sleep ) I sleep a lot. But that's because I'm still growing, okay. I'm gonna grow tall someday. And i got myself a new pair of shoes. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-823959201915577972?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/823959201915577972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=823959201915577972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/823959201915577972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/823959201915577972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='080808..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-478110408508848635</id><published>2008-08-04T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:58:26.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>weight loss..</title><content type='html'>' Hey, you've lost weight!' This probably sounds like music to the ears, for us, girls. That is exactly the compliment my friend passed to me a couple of minutes ago. =) *a huge smile is plastered on my face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm skinny.... and underweight.... and scrawny. I've heard that my whole life. It's not like i starve myself. I don't exercise so that i can put on weight. See... I'm doing my part in gaining weight. Hehe. Fine... I know exercising is crucial. I do exercise, sometimes. There was once when i went to the gym for three days in a row. I've stopped though. My friend warned me that i was going to get huge, muscular legs. *ignorant sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my analytical skills, here is the main reason for my weight loss: I've stopped catering. I cook my own meals and on occasions, they just don't turn out the way i wish they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... i'm going to bed with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-478110408508848635?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/478110408508848635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=478110408508848635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/478110408508848635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/478110408508848635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/08/weight-loss.html' title='weight loss..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6613236176531855963</id><published>2008-08-02T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:21:52.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my dodgeball experience..</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I played dodgeball on Friday. Dodgeball is a game where you try to avoid being hit by the ball thrown my your opponents. It was a friendly tournament held by the UCSI SALSA student society, which stands for A-Level Student Association if I'm not mistaken. I can't really remember. Unbelievable right? Me joining the dodgeball team? Well... it eventually led to the downfall of my team. Sorry... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't suffer any injuries. Neither did I get bruises! Yay! Of course, anyone could have guessed that I was the first to be eliminated from the team. Thanks to Daniel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though. Can't believe I had butterflies in my tummy even before the game started. We practised the day before the tournament. Not in the hostel but just outside it in the middle of the night. The warden must be thinking that we're a mad bunch of students trying to destress ourselves. It'll remain a memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, you might just want to ignore my statement in the first post, about it being the last. I never knew blogging was addictive... and at the expense of my homework too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6613236176531855963?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6613236176531855963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6613236176531855963' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6613236176531855963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6613236176531855963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-what-i-played-dodgeball-on-friday.html' title='my dodgeball experience..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-2567969403259032653</id><published>2008-08-02T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:28:08.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'>weird guesses..</title><content type='html'>Feeling bored and stalking blogs right now??&lt;br /&gt; WELCOME to riddles.com&lt;br /&gt; Try brainstorming what these short forms mean:&lt;br /&gt; ( Answers will be given at the end of this teeny weeny test )&lt;br /&gt; For starters,&lt;br /&gt; 1. GN&lt;br /&gt; 2. SD&lt;br /&gt; 3. TC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the pros,&lt;br /&gt; 4. DLTBBB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can't figure it out?? I detest short forms too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Answers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;1. Good night&lt;br /&gt; 2. Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt; 3. Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the forth...............................&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the bed bugs bite.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata! Gotta run before you people start throwing shoes at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-2567969403259032653?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/2567969403259032653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=2567969403259032653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2567969403259032653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/2567969403259032653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-guesses.html' title='weird guesses..'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5346902170708873460.post-6104676845823326829</id><published>2008-07-30T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:15:31.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>first timer...</title><content type='html'>Blogging?? It has never come across my mind as a pastime. How did i end up here then, you may ask. Well...There's a sudden blog-wave here. And i've just got to have one too. It's probably the coolest thing on Earth now. Or at least it used to be. Even my mum's colleague has taken into blogging.&lt;br /&gt;This possibly is my first and last post. It feels awkward not knowing who's gonna read this. See if I'm able to overcome my phobia. I'm blog-phobic. Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5346902170708873460-6104676845823326829?l=corrinnetpl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/feeds/6104676845823326829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5346902170708873460&amp;postID=6104676845823326829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6104676845823326829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5346902170708873460/posts/default/6104676845823326829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corrinnetpl.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-timer.html' title='first timer...'/><author><name>corrinne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05923170554058748850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7zO1Cbj7t5I/S0UHq1ivxtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xhrDfU-5Snw/S220/DSCN0806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
