<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 01:14:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Gettin' Down and oh-so-DIRTY!</title><description>My way, all the way. Zero hoots.</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-7025381871615781027</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T13:15:50.155-07:00</atom:updated><title>Momentarily fucked and then some</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My body clock is so fucked up! I need to get myself together. Sleeping at 5AM and waking up at 1PM is not good, at all for me and my prospecting job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a fantastic weekend catching up with old friends and made some new ones too. Its funny how things change after such a long time. I'm sure everyone faces good phases in life and this is just another one of those times, I hope everything works out well with all of you. Yes, we may not have spoken for the past few years but I'm glad we did after everything that has happened. I need not mention any names because they know who they are. I missed the lounging and hanging out even if you were too high to remember anything. Know that I care, and I want to be there for the rest of your life cause our friendship means so much more to me how I claim it to be. I've missed you, heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now I need my baby back cause he's been gone for too long. I need him to whisper nothings by my side instead of listening to crappy cars speeding on that one stretch of road outside. Baby, know that I love you and I wont trade you for anything else is the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been going AWOL but its all for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship starts VERY soon. World, make way, cause here I come - all charged up and ready to rumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-7025381871615781027?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2009/08/momentarily-fucked-and-then-some.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-1131968941592126215</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-22T21:34:17.867-08:00</atom:updated><title>SOME PEOPLE</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh god this is so pissing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe she can be so immature and ungrateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just dig out where she stays, go up to her, scream and confront her, then nicely go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we ever done to make you feel unwanted and unhappy? Just because of one simple thing which you put upon yourself, no thanks to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like just slapping her back to reality? And someone was telling me that this is hitting me so hard and bothering me because she is blood-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think it's that, I just think that any normal-functioning human being would think and act everything out rationally instead of jumping to conclusions like what she did. All she ever cared about was the limelight being held on her, how she used to seek all the attention and try to impress people with her rebellious ways when in fact nobody was really looking at her at all. What she never knew was that everyone found her to be odd and rather knocked up silly. So funny when I think back about it. It was like a message sent down from God how she just took us to her advantage and wanted to cling around only if it was any benefit to her without thinking about other people's feelings. How selfish and self-centered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she thinks any sort of harm is going to come upon ANY OF US, she has to think twice because we were not raised like her, nor do our parents think any less of us no matter what we ever do. I'm no angel myself but at least I have enough compassion and empathy, not to mention I do function normally as a human being. I would never ever think about doing any of the things that she has done! Always jumping to conclusions thinking every single bloody thing is about her when it actually is not, nobody really gave a hoot about her only because they had no other choice because they pitied her. And to think everyone pitied her for no apparent reason, that's just daft! Well at least we can all see her for the person she really is now and what she has done tell's so much about her and what life she wants to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a compulsive liar, lying about everything she has ever done and who she knows. That's just sad. And also to think that she would stoop so low like debris from a burnt down building makes it even worst. Now I feel sorry for her and I dont even want to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaiiiz, sorry people for updating in such an all of a sudden manner by putting it off about someone who was ONCE close to me. Yes, she's someone who I'm related to which makes it even worst. Anyway, I hope everyone has a fantastic week and hope no one feels as down the way I do right now because this is such horseshit.&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/3649530225672728756-1131968941592126215?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-38280957800303871</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-27T04:28:11.026-08:00</atom:updated><title>Orgasmic</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a newfound LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the form of OldTown's Assam Laksa. Since I've been missing Mama's Laksa Sarawak this is my best bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I EFFIN MISS HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back and sit on Stesha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I havent been updating much, just been pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be back very soon though, since I'm not a bum anymore with a vision, I suppose things have been changing, not much, still feels the same on occasion though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I cannot stand is waking up early in the mornings cause I am such a grouch, like Oscar. That way I shout at everyone around me. And my room is so god damn cosy I can just hibernate throughout all my days here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just realized that I havent been posting pictures AT ALL as of late. So I'll work that out soon, cross my heart hope to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a prosperous New Year ahead of them, especially to my Chinese friends, Gong Xi Fa Cai.&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/3649530225672728756-38280957800303871?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2009/01/orgasmic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-5067767586639171855</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-03T05:55:41.619-08:00</atom:updated><title>THE HORROR!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am heartbroken! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just landed in KL about 2 hours ago, trying to unpack but I cant set my mind to do it. I really cannot be ARSED. I am in pain, stupid flu, stupid fever, stupid sore throat. All this is NOT making things any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I was at home in my dark and messy room. Scary is what Stesha would say. I MISS STESHA ALREADY! I tried to hold my tears back when I saw her waving to me but I could not. I cried the moment I reached the smoking room and Ali had to console me. Oooooooh. The plane ride was horrible, I hated it. My body ached all over and the pressure in my ears was unbearable! I literally had to blow my nose a thousand times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can anyone say homesick much? And it's not even been a day. Ha ha. I crack myself up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont feel like shopping when I should be feeling like shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont feel like getting my ass up from the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont feel like doing anything at all but wait on this damn dull thing you call a couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST WANNA GO HOME AND HUG STESHA. AND KISS TOOTSIE SO I DONT HAVE TO GIVE HER AWAY TO ANYONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But on the other hand, I'm sure everything will be alright tomorrow and I'll be the jolly old me in no time once this sore throat goes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me any other pain in the world and I will still take it, like a man even, give me a sore throat and you take away everything from me, God. I feel handicapped! Even my wisdom teeth growing out never did this sort of pain to me. I HATE BLAND PAINS. It is so very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alang-alang&lt;/span&gt;! Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I told anyone how much I hate sore throats enough yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another reason why is because I have to limit my nicotine intake! I HATE IT WHEN I CANNOT LET ALL MY ANGER OUT ON CIGARETTES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything seems to be so WRONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then again, Ali is on his way with my Lee Stafford hair prods, Soap&amp;amp;Glory body prods and Too Faced self-tanners. I'm so happy. I LOVE BOOTS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I have something to smile on about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ALI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*kiss*kiss* baby's big round filled-with-joy cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the bestest boyfriend a girl can ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thank you for the Sobranie Cocktails, my love. You are indeed the bomb, big boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry for making shitloads of fuss about every single thing. I think I'm turning into that OCD perfectionist I've always had nightmares about being. I am so sorry. You know I still love you and you're the only one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's to being a nonstop spoiled brat again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649530225672728756-5067767586639171855?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2009/01/horror.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-9147703589163512179</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 02:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T18:17:19.300-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy New Year!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bit late, but better late than never. I ALWAYS SAY. Tardiness has always gotten the best out of me. And today, I'm flying off to KL :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sad!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to miss Mummy and Daddy, Stesha, Shereen, Shereena and Sabrina so very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will also miss our maid because she makes the bestest food in the whole wide world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanna tear up all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I aint that hard of an egg-shell to crack, what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then again, leaving home pretty much leaves me independent. And I guess that's what everyone wants of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont have any resolutions for this year, because who cares anyway? Screw resolutions and mind-blow the future spontaneously. As long as I have a strong head on balanced shoulders, I know things will go through, so as the same for anyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I've been exceptionally addicted to Akon's Freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of which, I LOVE PENANG! It's the only place in the world where you can get DVDs and CDs for RM4 per piece, and being the haggle-master that I was born to be, all of the roadside stalls are going to go bankrupt from pirating because they sold their goods to me for RM1 a piece. Ha ha ha. I bought at least about 300 pieces worth. And I am so happy with my pirated DVD collection, other people would absolutely DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's a toast to the new year - get rid of the bad and on with the new, may 2009 be one hell of a roller coaster ride for all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just saying, because I know mine will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649530225672728756-9147703589163512179?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-5587495715309434174</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T10:19:57.783-08:00</atom:updated><title>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SVJ8cEg-TvI/AAAAAAAABAE/MdkYgL7coDA/s1600-h/tods_bauletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaaaah. I have not been updating very much and I'm sure everyone who used to read my blog does not even bother to check anymore, but hey, better late than never, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got home from the airport about 2 minutes too late for Xmas eve. My bloody flight got delayed and I was practically celebrating Xmas in the plane rather than on the ground with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone else had a better Eve, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maxis is also being a very big bitch-itch for charging for calls on Xmas! I remember birthday bonuses where calls were all free! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wish Ali was right next to me to cuddle up to me. Oh, I hope he has fun in Paris. It feels so long since I last hugged him and that was to bid adieu. I miss him ever so dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Xmas, the only possible thing I look forward to are the presents and spending good time with la familia, especially with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pepe &lt;/span&gt;since he's constantly traveling and Xmas is the only time he comes to visit to spend time with Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what arm candy I just got for Xmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SVJ7sStjwoI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_IFtDZtLNyU/s1600-h/001JasonStatham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SVJ7sStjwoI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_IFtDZtLNyU/s400/001JasonStatham.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283421313726399106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe not so. I did not get him for Xmas but I wish I did. It was just a thought because he is to die for - with the accent and everything. Aaaaaah, Jason Statham, please come to the ends of the Earth to marry me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a serious-er note, this is what I got for Xmas instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SVJ8cEg-TvI/AAAAAAAABAE/MdkYgL7coDA/s1600-h/tods_bauletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SVJ8cEg-TvI/AAAAAAAABAE/MdkYgL7coDA/s400/tods_bauletto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283422134549237490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tod's Pashmy Bauletto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next closest thing to Rebecca Minkoff's Morning After Bag, but even better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for New Year's present, well that's a whole different story. Wink, *Gucci Tattoo Heart*, wink, wink. &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/3649530225672728756-5587495715309434174?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SVJ7sStjwoI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_IFtDZtLNyU/s72-c/001JasonStatham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-8389652910834911820</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-17T10:36:26.562-07:00</atom:updated><title>WTF.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot even begin to explain how much I hate getting the Crimson Wave every month. This month has been the worst, my cramps are getting more and more intense as I sit here smoking on a fag, patiently, willingly waiting for the dull, bland pain to subside. I wish I had a masseus to do the job, but I hate it when people massage me so that will not be an option. I just wish I could do something about this uncomfortable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, life has been equally good. I'm having my topsy turvies but I'm ironing things out and hopefully it will come to an end, pretty soon. I wish I could jet off on a permanent vacation and live on an island filled with sun canopies or hugeass beach umbrellas, sit in the sun, tan day and night. Suffice to say, my tan just got very even and decent, I'm glad I'm not just a block of shady brown anymore! I'm all smiles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose weight quick before I get depressed. Dropping from a size 10 to a size 8 within a month has been magnificent, I just need to work on my thighs and buttocks, maybe flatten the tummy a little and I'm good to go. So, shopping, here I come! Organic food (so much BLERGH)&lt;br /&gt;has been very nice to me too, I'm trying to drink 3 cups of green tea every day, as much as I like it with sugar, I'm skipping the whole sweet tooth thing. God damn, those things make my tums cramp up even more just by thinking about it. I am fucking determined to lose weight by end of this year so I'll just keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a very happy weekend, I hope everything goes swell because I know mine will!&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-8389652910834911820?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/10/wtf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-8735051564453008279</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T09:23:42.417-07:00</atom:updated><title>MMMM. Heavenly Bliss!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holidays are here, I'm glad I dont have to work for the next week. Ha ha ha. I have never ever appreciated holidays and sleep-ins as much as I do right this instant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy gave me a box of Kent Nanotek Neos a few days ago and they are so cool! The cigarettes are so compact, the size is 1/4 of a normal cigarette but just as long. I only smoked 2 cause I dont want to waste them all, I have this urge of even tucking the box away in my drawer so I wont smoke on them since you cant get them in Asia just yet. I was also thinking of getting a few cartons of Lady Rose cigarettes online but I'm not sure whether I need a license to actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping since I got my pay, I know it is not much but then again I earned all of it on my own - that way no one can put any limits to what I want or do not want to do. Heeeee. Okay, fine the only shopping I did was to get myself 4 bottles of Evian spray, lip balm and deodorant. Apart from that, the shoes I just got was a gift from Ali because I decided not to get any DVDs this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shoes, I dont know how I managed to get such giganormous feet, both my parents have normal-sized feet, and here I am stuck with size 9 feet for no apparent reason. And I hate how local shops do not have my size. I remember walking into a very chink-like store in Times Square and saw a pair of red slingbacks and brown dotted pair of wedges which I absolutely fell in love with. I tried them on and decided to purchase them, I even got them to expand the shoe width at the back of the store and to come home realizing that they got me the wrong size. They got me a bloody size 39, half of my foot could not go in! The nerve. I was a paying customer! I never found myself arsed to go back to the place because obviously, I could not even remember which chinky store it was seeing so many of them around. See, that's why I stick ever so strong like glue to Pedder Red, Shuz and my ever loyal Birkenstock or Japanese slippers. Because I know wherever I go, they have my size in stock, ready to wear as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Contender Asia Season 2 has started! I am soooooo happy. And The Postal Service's Such Great Heights have been very nice to accompany me day in, day out when I feel the blues. Bless Britpop Indie and it's natural wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next, next, next time I decide to update, which might be in a reasonably good time, I bid everyone adieu!&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/3649530225672728756-8735051564453008279?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/09/mmmm-heavenly-bliss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-282084627672106747</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-21T09:18:47.560-07:00</atom:updated><title>Days have definitely been better.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a little bug going around my immune system. I think I may have got the virus from one of the kids at school. SO IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is stuffed, my throat is playing an orchestra and my body temp has gone up to 100 degrees (okay okay, a little exaggeration wont hurt) but still. I feel like a walking corpse. I've been drinking tea non stop and it helps my esophagus cool off. Mmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goodnight's sleep shall help a lot (or so I hope) so I can enjoy the rest of the day tomorrow!&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/3649530225672728756-282084627672106747?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/09/days-have-definitely-been-better.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-4714274970744161855</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T22:09:00.428-07:00</atom:updated><title>Finally, it's the weekend!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaaaaah. Now this is a relief. Never have I looked forward to weekends as much as I do now. Before this every other day was a Saturday or Sunday for me and I just realized how much lack of sleep I've been getting. Now I know why people say working 9 to 5 is tiring, for which in my case is 730 to 6 Monday until Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a donkey's bottom. Work has been good, knowing that I'll get extra pocket money every month makes it a worthwhile thing as well. I absolutely hate Fridays since it's "Cleaning Day". And I was bullied into cleaning all the toys and apparatus! I have an addiction to sharpening pencils, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids, oh the kids, have been wonderful except one boy who gets on my nerves pretty easily, I was tempted to slap him and dump his head in a rubbish bin. Not only is he dumb, he's annoying as well. Every single time I tell him to do his work, he whines like a baby. Everyone in his age group can at least count until 100 or read most of the words in their books. All he wants to do is colour his way through and he gets so far left behind when the other children are doing their work, it's impossible. And to think he's already 6 years old. His silly father wants to send him to a Chinese school next year and I wanted to laugh in his face cause there is no way any of the teachers, no matter how strict or good they are can manage to control their temper with him! That particular kid needs A LOT of help, I think. I'm patient with all the other ones but he, he just pisses me off every single time I look at his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why parents send their children to daycares. Okay, more money for us but still, I dont agree with the concept of daycares. They come in un-showered and sleepy and a total stranger has to give them baths. They whine and cry and suck on their bottles as if they cling on to it for dear life. There has to be at least one parent who earns a steady income and another parent who stays at home with their children (preferably female cause I'm conservative in that sense). Otherwise, dont make babies! I pity the look on the kids faces when their parents come to pick them up after work and they just run and jump for joy, innocently not knowing that they have to come back again the next day. It's alright if they only come in the mornings to learn, but staying with other people, complete strangers as they know, every single day until 5PM is absurd! What if the people at the daycare do not wash them up properly? What if the only thing they do is sit in front of a TV all the time, getting brainwashed with cartoons and most cartoons are violent? What if they do not getfed properly and they do not get their daily nutritions? Oooooh. Just for the record, I do not give the kids their baths and I do not feed them. I put their diapers and clothes on, comb their hair and organise their studies in the morning. In the afternoon, I'm in charge of tuition. And the place I work at cleans AND feeds the kids properly. If you know my employer, I'm sure you're bound to agree with me. Anyone who knows her knows how fussy she is, and the fussy sort where she gets what she wants and sticks to it. Let's just say she likes discipline and drastic disciplinary measures equals to drastic changes for the education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I talked to my dad about getting a degree in child care and he disagreed. I was a little disappointed but I was not worried or anything. He wants me to go for something high-rank. I had question marks on the inside of my head. Lol. Okay, so it's between Architecture, Entrepreneurship and International Business. I have until next year to decide and I'm going in head first into a big pile of shit, well literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, another short update. I hope everyone enjoys their weekends cause I'm appreciating mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-4714274970744161855?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-its-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-4526545031468650501</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-30T11:11:53.078-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hiatus</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been pretty busy with my mundane life, helping out at a family friend's place for a bit until I get everything sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually thinking of cancelling makeup school and go forth with Mum's brilliant idea of getting a childcare/child psychology degree in Australia. It should be promising since I've been given the green light to set up my own day care close to home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my passion for kids have grown so much more intense than it did the last time. I was also thinking of continuing my studies and if things go as well as I plan, I would definitely take the chance of getting a Masters in Philosophy. Now how awesome would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dreams of visiting Africa and doing voluntary English teaching would come to life! And first thing first, I'd have to start from the root of everything which makes sense - back home. To the homeless children, the less-fortunate ones and those staying far away from civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Farhad and Faisal already. The twins definitely do NOT get on my nerves since they're so cute and they insist on calling me Habibi. So cute, so adorable, I want to bite their cheeks off and never ever spit he remains out. Nyeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providing cute little children is not so hard after all. I was expecting the worst when I started helping out at the center. Even when they put on their most annoying behaviour seems tolerable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, see, who said I had an attention span of a squirrel? And that I was not patient enough to see to children? Bollocks!&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/3649530225672728756-4526545031468650501?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiatus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-3848203571395231415</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T08:44:19.551-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oh Happy Days!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where has it all gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that there aren't any happy days in a relationship but it gets pretty darn boring when he's in class all the time. And here I am as jobless as I've always been. People now deem me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ketua kampung&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. I personally think it's funny but very offensive at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also notice I've got a million drafts saved on my dashboard and I'm not ever going to publish any of the drafted posts because it's either about something silly/stupid or really philosophical and half done to the point I forgot what I was philosophically typing about. I am not about to make a fool out of myself anytime yet. Unless someone decides to hack into my Blogger account and find all my very "clever" drafts about breast augmentation, politics and corruption at the same time. Oops. You must be thinking I did a little poopsie, after all everyone thinks I'm a little she-bimbo with no brains, which is as they say, is worth nothing up there. And really, I don't mind because I know what my brains are worth. I'd also like the idea of someone paying me shitloads of money to just talk for hours about a single topic without stopping until they get so bored with me they'd rather give me money to stop dwindling about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder most of the people I know tell me I should be working in the Public Relations industry. Which is, of course, the road I'm not taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent with Hafiz for a few hours because he's flying to Vietnam tomorrow morning. And the fact that Ali had class until 4PM does no justice. Initially we were supposed to go get his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju melayu&lt;/span&gt; done at Sparkman Shop but they were closed and I read the signs all wrong and started swearing. It said Open on Monday, Wednesday - Friday 10AM - 730PM and somehow my brain was not functioning properly and thought they opened on weekdays every day without being able to fathom that Tuesday was not on the list. Oh woe is me. I'm sorry to whoever is in charge, I really did not mean to hope you go out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next agenda on the list was to have a proper loose/hangout session and he opted for Coffee Bean, but I was reluctant so he brought me to Delifrance instead. I love the French sodas and I've only had that sort since I've been there, thrice. Such a loser, I know. Making such a big fuss about a place I've only been to three times! Money talks, what. And I have none of the evil paper they call money nowadays. Such a sad, miserable life I lead. Suffice to say, I walked around in Japanese-army-style dirty brown &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apek&lt;/span&gt; shorts, a very quaint organic cotton T-shirt and ruffled, almost-coming-apart fuschia Birkenstock sandals, which mind you, are the most comfortable pair of slip-ons ever discovered (apart from the big hoo-ha about Crocs, I'm pussy enough to not try them on in case I get laughed at and the fact I find them hideous, so let's not make me a believer out of that). See? Nothing gets any better than a bum like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, in the midst of talking about everything until I got a text from someone at the workshop saying my car was all done. My heart skipped two beats faster, at least, and I was just going through the two puffs of my third stick of the day! I am amazed by how my body functions. I was especially happy that my car was done and ready to let me come pick it up. We left for the workshop and right there in front of my eyes (all the other cars were blurred out) was my lovely sweetheart. Got the keys from the front workplace where all the keys were hung out (he gave me these really ugly pair of Hilux car keys which I scorned at cause it was rotting only to find they were not MINE, cause I dont remember ever keeping my car keys in such bad condition) and skipped back into Hafiz's car to go pick my baby down the road. He left right after I stepped out of his car, very ungentleman-like, only to find myself sitting in a car with a flat battery with no fuel in it. I was fucking stranded and fucking pissed off by the time I got hold of Hafiz again and told him to immediately rush back to my aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the stupid thing was, I was not thinking straight. I was merely 10 feet away from a bloody workshop and to no avail never thought of the idea of them being able to get all that done for me. So he rushed back, this time very gentleman-like and waited with me while they got everything fixed, battery and fuel included. It took them at least about 45 minutes to get everything in tip-top condition again. And before I knew it, I was out cruising behind the wheels fit for a King! (If they prefer low-riders and mean pimped-like pickups, then, why not)&lt;br /&gt;And to think, the last time I drove it was 4 months ago when the oil price was still at bay. RM50 of diesel only fills in a fucking less-than-half-tank! I remember just not so long ago when RM30 was half a tank on the meter. Now I understand the anguish from people who own cars. Because now I have to fork up my own allowance money to pay for that stupid car's tank. Uuuugh. The agony and horror. How I wish I got a Viva for my birthday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if anyone is nice enough to give me a Bentley Continental GT or a Cadillac Escalade, I would never say no. That would be too much of a good offer to pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I TAKE BACK ABOUT WHAT I SAID ABOUT THE VIVA FOR MY BIRTHDAY. I changed my mind. Because I want a pair of killer pumps from Prada, a brand new Gucci hobo and a white strapped Franck Muller Crazy Times. The whole concoction, please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah, the dreams of a becoming 21-year-old in 3 months.&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/3649530225672728756-3848203571395231415?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-happy-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-2550093037021046764</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T02:48:43.604-07:00</atom:updated><title>HA HA</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she thinks she's all that plus a bag of chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, everyone likes a bag of chips every now and then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I deserved any of the things she said about me to my face, well, that now would be a different story because I would stand up to it with open arms. But going behind me saying everything which is not true? Yo, facts need to be ironed out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot of anger pent up inside me since I can remember. Petty things have now rendered to not set my wick on fire anymore. Too bad she thinks otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am typing this out, smiling without a doubt, laughing even to think of the initiatives she has set up to turn everyone against me. I bet my bottom dollar (or ringgit, for this matter) she's waiting for me to combust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I shall not resort to violence or little shrieking because I wont stoop that low to any shit-shaped head's level. Only because I learn from my mistakes and I wont be afraid to admit it. Nor do I bitch or say anything bad about anyone anymore for I have learned the consequences and karma does turn back around, it kicks in the ass and I don't think I want to put up with having tantrums all the time the way I used to. It makes energy levels drop to an all-time record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said being firm and a come-off-strong-attitude is rude can go to hell. I'd rather have all that than be a wimp, act all dainty or suck up to everybody until the only pose I have is of me smiling with too-straight teeth and a pout. Thank you very much, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shies in the corner* I think she knows who she is cause I bet just about now she's thinking of wrapping her tiny hands around my more-than-her-fingers-can-reach-neck and push down so hard she wishes I could die or for my brains to pop out! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would die THAT easily. Or at least wipe myself off the face of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine Tony Montana in Scarface getting shot at the end with all the bullets "killing" him but does not die. So what if he died in the end. It took shitloads of bullets from that stupid machine gun to kill him anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's EXACTLY how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should wipe this silly grin off my face before I start thinking of the inevitable. Only cause I'm good at day-dreaming like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins watching Fracture. Ooh is Anthony Hopkins the best or the best? I shall give you no other choice. It's either the former or the latter! I loved him in Hannibal and I love him in any other movie I've ever seen him play. Even if he always played the philosophical, modern day Confucius with his cigars and cool hats villain, I never wanted any of his characters to be locked up in jail. Unfair, I know, but if O.J. can walk free then all his characters should walk free too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of having a really nice weekend with more DVD-bunking in the arms of the loved one, probably a day out for swimming and sun-roasting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Aunty Bibi and family for not checking your recently opened place yet. But I'm sure my head WOULD POP OUT of nowhere as soon as I give you the good word. I miss their Chef's food! Lol. Until next, I bid everyone adieu (except for shit-shaped head girl who thinks she's mighty fine all the guys would swoon at me and my butterfly head, yeeeeeheee!) because I have to put up with her and I absolutely wish I could strike the magic wand, guffaw and make myself stupid so she'd think she's stupid-er than me. Hmph! Always talking about her rich friends yet have failed to show how chummy she really is with them otherwise they would pick her up in their fancy ago-go cars and go cruising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world and it's tremendous wonders. I hope God has something in store for me to be able to keep my sanity and put up with minor bullshit like this every single fucking day. Just you wait and see! *jumps and skips of in anticipation and excitement!*&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/3649530225672728756-2550093037021046764?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/08/ha-ha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-2642466290655728363</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T09:37:22.829-07:00</atom:updated><title>FRED</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love FRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people think he's annoying. Nor do I think that other guy, Josh is cuter or funnier. I probably have the wit and humour of a 3-year old hence the sudden craze for FRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 2 of the angry 6-year old will be out soon. Oooooh cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check his videos and official video page &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/fred"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite episode was Fred Goes Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love swimming, I love swimming, I LOVE SWIM-MING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This pool is big enough for me beccaaauseee ...... I don't ask for lots!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the short update and of course, check his official YouTube page. Such an awesome ickle fella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I've been putting his videos on play since a week ago and I can hear his voice ringing in my head. I take whatever I said back on the first line of this post because he clearly is annoying and I can see why now. That does not mean I love him any less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3649530225672728756-2642466290655728363?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/08/fred.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-720332283133148274</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T11:24:43.262-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Miss Teshie!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.11AM in the morning and here I am typing out how much I miss my baby sister. It's only been, what, 12 hours since she's been gone. I know, it's not like she's anywhere far, after all she is only in Brunei overnight but I miss her so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hidalgo with Ali just now and I must admit, the movie was awesome. Pretty old, but awesome. Viggo Mortenson comes off gay to me but his characters show off how much of a hero he is. E.g: Lord Of The Rings. I still cringe whenever I watch the stupid 2, was it 3 hour "epic trilogy" movie. It was alright when Fellowship Of The Ring came out but after that it got annoying I pretty much fell asleep every time I attempted to feast my eyes on the movie made out from the books I love. Hidalgo gets a 5/5 star rating, even if that was the second time I watched the movie, only this time I watched it properly without leaving half way or getting distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that after dins of Siamese Secrets takeaway, Ali did the cinnamon challenge and failed! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still imagine the crooked look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I believe the look was telling me "You better run away quick before I snort all the contents in my mouth onto your bloody face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I dropped on the floor and laughed so hard my tums started belching. I swear, cinnamon dust came out of his nose when he was trying to breathe. Classic, really coming from all the cinnamon challenges I've seen. I knew I should have recorded it! It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of whatever I was going on about. Time for me to hit the sack and TRY to wake up early so I can continue my long awaited days of jogging on the treadmill. My waist seems to have gotten back to it's original size and my whole body feels bloated, forgive the fact my period just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy fun-filled weekend, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-720332283133148274?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-teshie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-4191586721589234772</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T10:16:29.143-07:00</atom:updated><title>Love/Birthday Dedication</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Kalysa, my dearest cousin. And Shereena, my cute model-like-legs sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are respectively 20 and 14 this year, on the same day! How nice to remember both their birthdays at the same time, knowing how bad I can be with dates. And I hope everyone else whose birthdays I forgot may forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a widespread series of pictures especially for my loved ones and what in the world I really think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7bswrTI/AAAAAAAAArM/VGaGARtczFk/s1600-h/kaly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7bswrTI/AAAAAAAAArM/VGaGARtczFk/s400/kaly1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229594982099234098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNCnmi8yOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/A23L4fgXpTU/s1600-h/kaly6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNCnmi8yOI/AAAAAAAAAr0/A23L4fgXpTU/s400/kaly6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229596840436746466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNCnxjob5I/AAAAAAAAAr8/-1HgJ477hIM/s1600-h/kaly7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNCnxjob5I/AAAAAAAAAr8/-1HgJ477hIM/s400/kaly7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229596843392397202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNCoNoV-II/AAAAAAAAAsE/Qvr6of2Wqls/s1600-h/kaly8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNCoNoV-II/AAAAAAAAAsE/Qvr6of2Wqls/s400/kaly8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229596850928351362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times you would act silly with me and pose silly with the camera in hand chasing me around to camwhore with you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7vUCG3I/AAAAAAAAArU/kazKAxZgFu8/s1600-h/kaly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7vUCG3I/AAAAAAAAArU/kazKAxZgFu8/s400/kaly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229594987364227954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7iqcEGI/AAAAAAAAArk/hfdfstVDyI0/s1600-h/kaly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7iqcEGI/AAAAAAAAArk/hfdfstVDyI0/s400/kaly4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229594983968542818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we would soak in the sun rays just to get that little bit of tan for prom knowing it would rain in about half an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7p4g7qI/AAAAAAAAArc/sR8jk-Yrz3s/s1600-h/kaly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7p4g7qI/AAAAAAAAArc/sR8jk-Yrz3s/s400/kaly3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229594985906630306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNCoVBY_GI/AAAAAAAAAsM/pXPu5RP0vpQ/s1600-h/kaly9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNCoVBY_GI/AAAAAAAAAsM/pXPu5RP0vpQ/s400/kaly9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229596852912454754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times I would be able to kiss you on the cheeks the way Rob does everyday now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7xsUlCI/AAAAAAAAArs/afcLmuNZ0WA/s1600-h/kaly5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7xsUlCI/AAAAAAAAArs/afcLmuNZ0WA/s400/kaly5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229594988002972706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And most of all I miss how I would talk to you as if I were looking into a mirror, reflecting my own image and thinking to myself how remotely alike we look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the little things we do together as a family. I miss the late night chats we used to have bunked in my old crappy bed. I miss telling you every single thing in detail and listening to you squeal on the spill. I miss having you right next to me so I know everything will be okay. I miss having you to carry me when I fainted after piercing my belly. I miss how you're always so protective over me even if I am older than you but you know you had the brawn to do it. I miss the little snorts you give out when you laugh too much even if you do it unconsciously. I miss you slapping me on the arm and leaving me bruises. All in all, I just miss you terribly. I dont even know how it came to be not seeing you for over two years. But I dont think I'd worry much about it because we're always making amends. Sometimes I get so scared not recognizing you, but then knowing I'd walk into a life-size mirror takes the fear away.  I still have all those pictures we took stuck on my vanity mirror and it's there to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY KALYSA HADIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I know I stole these pictures of your Facebook and you will forgive me either way. But I dont see why Rob has to be in every single good one! Haha. Robby Rob, you know we love you. But you have to stop interframing Kaly's good shots! All the other ones of Kaly going solo are silly looking with her nostrils either enflamed or engorged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-4191586721589234772?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovebirthday-dedication.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SJNA7bswrTI/AAAAAAAAArM/VGaGARtczFk/s72-c/kaly1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-2678345722213714944</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-20T10:49:23.856-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Don's Back!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yay! Ali's back from KL and his classes will be starting soon. I can have him AAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL to myself now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back on Friday at 3:15PM but then had to rush back to KL via the 6:15PM flight which was delayed to 7:30PM because his maternal grandfather passed away. I feel sorry for him, and his family too. I hope his Atok rests in peace and may Allah bless his soul in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, he's back in good old Miri and back to the old times of spending endless, quality, nothing-to-it time together. (Until his classes commence, that is) I'm pretty content for the time being. Been helping Mum out with the house chores and I have to wash/iron my own clothes for the time being until Mum gets new maids. Oh I cannot wait. Call me a spoiled brat like that but we've always been used to having a little too much "help" in the house. Since most of our previous maids have complained about our house being too big for their liking, we had to send all of them back. Heh! I wonder how some of them stayed on with us for such a long time. I don't see what there is to complain about since they have their own privacy of a Maids' Quarters at the back of our house, we provide them with food (extra as well) and we even take them out shopping (well, me, anyway). So how? Even that, they feel the urge to have to run away and complain about us beating them (which we never have!) and we never even gave them verbal abuse either. Our last two maids, the first one which lasted for a year managed to coax the second one which we've had for about a month to run away. I was even so gullible as to bring the first one out to buy her gold! And then, someone told me the only reason maids buy gold is because they want to leave or go home. What the fuck. If I knew earlier on, I would NOT have let Mum give her the remaining balance of her pay to get the stupid gold. At least I know she spent more than she could afford and I bet my bottom dollar she has no money right now, serves her right. Their passports are still in Mum's cabinet drawer. Lol. Now they're really illegal immigrants! Which I'm sure does not make a difference because there's always ways for them to get new passports done, change their name and identities and use this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jalan tikus&lt;/span&gt; to run away from cops. Cunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I have to blurt out how much I love my new Baby Pink Nintendo DS Lite! I've been wanting one for ages and finally today me and Ali went to get it. Thank you, baby ;) (even if I did pay more than half!) Haha. He always gets like that, telling me not to spend my money on gadgets and getting me to spend more on clothes or makeup, since he knows how much I have an ultimate passion for both. Come to think of it, I've managed to get my hands on 3 gadgets within 3 months! The Sony Ericsson W960i which I got early June, the iPod Touch which I got from Mama end of June and the NDSL which I got today. No woes! I dont know which gadget I might want next but then I'm not so tech-like so I dont think I've got much to complain about. All 3 gadgets seem to be touch screen, coincidently! I swear I had nothing to do with it. But then again, everything seems to be touch screen, even the last air-walker machine I was on was touch screen and I got a bit pissed off because the buttons were not functioning right and the alignment was off. So much for expensive exercise/workout machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading all sort of different ROMs for my NDSL and I havent gotten a chance to play them properly yet because I get distracted by the new games I see online. Damn these advertisements! The 2GB I've got on the memory stick seems to be shrinking and I dont think I've got anymore space to put anything else in. I need a new memory card because I wont have the heart to delete any of the games I've saved on it already even if I know for a fact that they're all stuck and crammed into the hard drive! Aaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to get myself enrolled in makeup school. I need to do something, and QUICK.&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/3649530225672728756-2678345722213714944?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/07/dons-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-768411435060186319</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T09:53:08.952-07:00</atom:updated><title>DAMNIT!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facebook is being a SOB site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of all the applications and advertisements on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Friendster takes less time to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember people complaining about Friendster being over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big fat HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the people on Friendster are laughing at the Facebook-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn, even logging into Facebook takes an awfully long time. Or maybe my browser is playing silly, cruel jokes on me. It's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot stand all the friend requests I've had. My Mac does not like Facebook for me to either deny or accept the requests whenever I click on the requests link, Firefox shuts down. Annnnddd, the other application requests are damn annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I sue Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I managed to login to Facebook but it's still running really slow I can smoke a whole cigarette while waiting for the Home page to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Not that I smoke very fast, see. I like to indulge. Especially when it comes to vices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how my bed is repositioned in my room and I feel a better aura surrounding me, even if I now sleep next to the windows. I love how the sun shines on my face when I wake up. I can sleep in a hammock all night directly under the stars to wake up in the AM by the sun rising on my face. Aaaaaaaaah. Heaven on Earth at it's best, see! And I dont think it'll take shitloads of $$$ to build one anyway. The ones at Marriott are so cozy even if it's just made out of plain canvas and rope. The one we have at the house was so useless and we had to pay shitloads for it from British India, what a waste! The hammock part is all gone and the stand is completely bare standing against the wall next to Mum's orchid bicycle - I'm sure, for what it's worth, she'll come up with some brilliant plan to dangle her orchids on the hammock stand if she decides never to get a hammock again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of also painting my room a different colour when I get the time to do it. I was opting for red but then my lamps have green stained glass on them so my second choice would have to be turquoise and gold, after that thinking of recolouring the woodware in my room a darker shade of brown instead of the pale brown I have now, it's sickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my checked Roman-blinds and it's disgusting now cause it's faded awfully. I guess I'll have to get new curtains as well and I was hoping for transparent, turquoise ones which will brighten my room up nicely! Dont worry, they wont be fully transparent, I'll make sure I get extra lining as well. I also have a whole wall to paint whatever I want on since my bed is not stuck there anymore. I cant stand how I spend so much time in my room yet have no interest whatsoever in cleaning or sprucing it up. I dont think I've been one for the routine chores but since our maids ran away, I suppose it's a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get pretty shocked when I tell them I'm putting my clothes in the washing machine or if I iron them. Hahahah. I suck at it anyway you hear complaints all the time, it's necessary. I hope my Mum gets new maids soon, at least I dont have to clean my bathroom on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to complain? Life's been good as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to think of anything else to type. So I'll just end it here. Trying to maintain the blog and update whenever I can. This is today's dose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next post, dear readers, I hope you have a fantastic week ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-768411435060186319?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/07/damnit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-2561516741733940077</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 12:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T10:08:09.226-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Post For Oman</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SG4dPckpmcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/8PSSmOwSKxs/s1600-h/oman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SG4dPckpmcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/8PSSmOwSKxs/s320/oman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219141169374140866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most disgusting picture I could get my hands on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And still, a post for the one I find close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea how his nickname came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His real name is so easy to pronounce. See, even I can say it - Suhail Ezzat Ameen Al-Busaidy (no, Oman, I have not forgotten how your name sounds or spells like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see him end of this month and I'm sure he'll be just as excited to see me as well. It's been ages since we last talked about absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reminisce. I met him one and a half years ago at the old, lame Curtin football field. I remember people telling me what an asshole he was. I remember people referring to him as Blondie because of his gold-dyed hair. And how it used to sparkle so ugly in the sun it turned out a rusty shit-yellow colour instead. He came up to talk to me being the so-called socialite that he was, chatting strangers up (especially the girls) and how the guys would call him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gatal &lt;/span&gt;because of that. I never saw it that way ever since the first time I talked to him about football. I knew he knew his stuff and I knew he had limits on trying to woo any chick or getting into their pants (everyone has this general misconception that Arabs only want to get into a girl's pants when they chat them up) I still beg to differ even if most of the time, it's true. And the reason of me thinking that way is because I've been friends with Oman. That tiny retrospect of misled ideas makes me believe that Arabs are truly, unbelievably nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I never really liked any of his other friends, he was always special to me. I still hold him dear to my heart, even if he never told me that he was going to leave Miri for good. I would still like to believe that the only reason he never told me was because he did not want to hurt me seeing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; go right after we've managed to maintain our friendship for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we've had our ups and downs. I'm sure he felt torn after my last relationship blew up in flames. Him being both our friends and the place he bunked daily was next door to the ex's. But he never failed to let it go to show that he would always stand tall beside me (HAHAHAH he's short, mind you) figuratively speaking. And that he was going to support me no matter what I do or say. He was always doing things to amaze me like come all the way from Senadin to my house in the middle of the night just for 20 minutes to see if I was alright and then going all the way back by bus or cab (if there was any available) and I disappoint myself by being such a bad friend whenever he needed to talk to me about his problems, I would neglect him and concentrate more on myself when I know that he was the only one who was still sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my second bus ride with him when we finished class cause he needed to get money out all the way at HSBC (I told you setting up an account there would be a hassle). I fell asleep on the bus ride and when I woke up, I remember his jacket wrapped around me because he said I was shivering from the cold. I remember all those nights we would just sit outside his Village balcony and smoke non-stop without saying a word to each other, except for the occasional snorting and "Yo Bodoh, why you quiet!". I also remember sneaking out to his place cause I had a fight with the ex and I walked all the way to his place, he greeted me with a big hug and me, being proportionately strong in front of other people, tried to keep my head in one piece and act as if everything was alright. He knew though and we did not even have to talk about it because he knew I would be uncomfortable if I did. He just changed his bedsheets, pillow case and lay out a new comforter for me to laze around in while he laid on the other bed while we watched The Simpsons and Kill Bill over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times of meeting him up at Coffee Bean just because he felt like buying me a drink. I'd insist on paying but he would just push me out of his way and tell me to "Fuck off". I also remember the time we met Airul and he told me that Airul was interested in him. Lol. Me and Airul still talk about it until today. And to think I did not know him at the time makes it more hilarious to put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Oman's father, who came to Miri to visit Oman and I had to bring him out to the PBC where they had their dosage of beers, to the Grand Old Lady just to watch the sunset and for din-dins at the Seafood place all the way the other end of Miri for yet another one of their dosages. He was such a sweet old man. He even made Oman give me that bottle of Givenchy perfume which I was eying for when he went back to Oman via KL. His next trip consisted of me meeting them up nearby Imperial for dins and I remember him telling one of his friends how I was a daughter to him. I brought him to see my parents and they loved him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum still talks about Oman and says that he's the best boy-friend I've had since forever. And she never minds him coming over to the house cause she knows I'd be safe with him (Okay, now, I can say, apart from Ali). I still dont know how my boyfriend got to be alright with our friendship because he had a row with one of Oman's friends way back and they seem all tight now, it's weird. A good thing, though because Ali tends to hold grudges against most of the people he has rows with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oman, if you're reading this, I want you to know what an amazing friend you've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise you think I'd really dedicate one stupid post about you, Bodoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't even deserve it cause you insult me like I'm not already the worst person you've met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I think again about all the times you've been there for me and paying for just about anything cause you wanted me to spend all my money on my phone credit and shopping for clothes, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe you. And you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, OMAN! You're the bestest wanna-be-bitch-friend a girl like me can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know our friendship wont go down in the ruins because we're Steph &amp;amp; Oman like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just the Paris Hilton and her puppy, see.&lt;br /&gt;(I still think that was an insult, but I've forgiven her sincerely with all my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far you are, all the way from this end of the world, you know I still think you're lovely. No matter how many measly times you drive me up the wall with your annoyingness, Old Man, you're always the one I try to bug when I'm bored (no, not in terms whatsoever with a scapegoat). And no matter how many times you call me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh&lt;/span&gt; Bimbo, you never fail to make me smile, at least once a day with your childishness and stupendour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, the very hideous looking Omani, Oman, I wish you all the riches, beauty and love in the world. Only because I know you deserve that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-2561516741733940077?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-for-oman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bpvhdDAp5mY/SG4dPckpmcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/8PSSmOwSKxs/s72-c/oman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-2491608887951333046</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T20:54:59.116-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Smallest and Biggest Things in Life I Adore</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized how I dont put much effort listing down all the things I love in life, so here's a tribute for all things lovely I can think of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun - Oh no one knows how much I love the sun! If anyone has known me well enough, they would know how much I hate being in the dark and how I do not like to be confined in a little space without enough light. I can only imagine sitting in a maximum security cell, I even watched Prison Break, where Lincoln Burrows was confined in that medium and I felt sick, almost claustrophobic by just watching it I almost cried!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beaches! - Hence the nickname Beach Bum. I know I hardly take pictures enough to show how much I love the beach but that does not mean that I cant bum around on a beach enough to show everyone how much I love beaches. Confused yet? Cause I am!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makeup - Of all heavenly things created, I love makeup the most! I can play around with makeup on my face all day long without budging in front of a mirror. I love makeup so much it's impossible for anyone to love anything else. People also tell me I look different without makeup on and I dont care, my parents tell me I put too much "war paint" on and I still dont care. I have not been wearing any makeup since last week when my eyes got infected but hey, there's always time ahead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family - I love my Ampa (God bless his soul), I love my Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy, I love my Mama, I love my Big Nenek &amp;amp; Small Nenek,  I love my 5 sisters, I love my aunties and my uncles and I love my cousins! Have I said enough I love(s) yet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Don - I love Ali! What more can I say? I love him like how the sun rises everyday (even if I'm not awake most of the time to see the sun rise) but just in comparison to know how much I love him the way the sun rises everyday makes it utterly routine and without it, it feels like nothing. Can you imagine a day without the sun? Peh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The colour turquoise - I've always been such a big fan of the shade ever since I can remember how to pronounce it! It always sounded very cool and uncheesy compared to colours like pink (see, even saying it sounds corny!) I try to buy almost everything in turquoise and I never get bored of it. People tell me I wear too much of green. But green is not turquoise at all! As Stesha would put it "Turquoise is a shade of blue and green at the same time" so how on earth can it be only green?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunglasses - I love how it protects my eyes from the sun (my eyes can get pretty sensitive, see so dont you think I can have at least this one on my list of loves?) and I also love how the right pair of shades can make you look so good. They dont necessarily have to be THAT expensive, but hey what would I know. The only pair I've kept for such a long time would have to be my piece of Marc Jacobs aviators which I've had since last year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY IPOD - a current love I've had for about 2 days now. Haha. Does that not count? I hated the Classic nor do I like the Shuffle. So, uuh, miserably made! I am in love with the Touch and Ali says it's my new boyfriend cause I spend more time on it than I do with him on the phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sony Ericsson W960i - I've had the phone for 2 months now and I absolutely adore it. It's so easy to use and I remember how it was like when I had to go down to the phone shop every day just to satisfy my hunger of holding it even if it was the store's display phone. Haha. Now I finally gotten my hands on it, I can hardly keep my hands off! I also remember how I used to nag endlessly about my last phone which was such a hassle to use and I would even not reply any incoming messages because I could not be bothered to scroll type the text one by one. Oh my GOD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handbags - Such a convenient creation! For ladies (and men nowadays) to throw their stuff in for the sake of being such animals, I admit I am guilty of the crime. As much as I love my handbags, I never bother to actually clean it on the inside as much as I know I should. Neither do I clean the outside, so I shall admit guilty to both crimes. I love how my handbag matches everything I just slap on be it coincidence or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping! - Tell me who can resist retail therapy? No one can, not even the odd bloke down the road who walks down the street without his slippers on (if he had the money to do it) I would wake up in the weeeeee mornings just to show my parents how excited I am about going into a mall and walking out ............. 10 hours from the waking up time and see my hands filled with shopping bags. Oooooh the feeling beats nothing else in the world (okay, so I'm lying, the only feeling which beats going shopping is if you're broke without a single cent in your wallet/purse/bag/pockets - I normally dont use my pockets in case I get pick-pocketed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends - And I mean the genuine ones who stay there forever in your mind and heart! Not the ones who come and go as they please because really, who has time for that? Life's too short to be committed to a bunch of worthless people who have no use whatsoever for you. And of course, the companionship always brings you one step higher when you're just out having a smoke (or not having a smoke), sipping on lattes and gobbling down chocolate cake (at least you know you're not going to go down as a fatty on your own) because they always have your backs no matter the time or place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foes - You gotta love them, I always say. They try so hard to bring you down yet they never succeed and that's what brings you forward into life. You learn more from your mistakes they pinpoint (THAT and because they look at your every move from a distance, as much as they hate you, they want to envy you as well!) The enemies you make distance your very own being in every single way possible, if they're bad people, you just have to thank God that they hate you, if they're nice people, then hey, they're the ones who are missing out on something great, anyway!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Showers - Right after I wake up I have to take a shower straight away otherwise I wont be complete or I'd just lie down in bed and doze off to sleep again. I love warm showers and cold ones too. I love how showers can be so refreshing whenever you need to cool off. I take 3 showers a day daily and more if I can whenever possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toothpaste - How can anyone not love toothpaste? Every time after I smoke, I try to brush my teeth when I can. Haha. Such an ironic habit, I know. Toothpaste is so sweet and I know how my parents keep telling me to cut down on sweets and they would hide the stash away, I would just walk up to my room and put toothpaste in my mouth and spit it out once I'm done. Lol. Excess fluoride!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contact lens - I love wearing clear coloured contact lens! You cant imagine how much. Although I'm prohibited from wearing contact lens now because of my eye condition, I will definitely go back to wearing contact lens the second Dr Azhar gives me the green light. I hate wearing spectacles because they always slide off my face whenever I work up a sweat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfume - Yes, scents are amazing. I've got a variety of perfume and bottles which I've kept since I was 12. I always put an extra bottle of perfume in the bag I'm carrying in case I need a little spritz for when I feel like I stink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dunhill Menthol - I'm so hooked on these things it's impossible to quit now. I've had different sort of cigarettes ever since I can recall and Dunhill Menthol is the only I've sticked to for a long period of time. When I'm abroad I like the Menthol Fine Cuts and Dunhill Luxe. So bearably addictive. I've got my vices and people around me put up with it so I dont mind though I dont smoke around people who clearly hates the smell of smoke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animals - I love animals! Any animal. I'd sleep in the zoo with the tigers and lions if I could. One of the dreams I've always had was to keep a tiger and have a whole reserve for animals of all shapes and sizes. I've never favoured the idea of being a vet or a zoologist though because I think other people would do the job better than I can, as much as I love animals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Internet - Okay, not as much as I love a whole bunch of things, but I suppose the internet has to be the best source for anything to read! I wont go amiss at home without going on the internet to check my mails, and of course type this out. But I wont miss it if I ever went to a place without an internet connection. Let's just say it's one of the good things in life I wont really mind not having&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming pools - I love the water and how pools are just big enough to fit a hundred people in (though it would be a tad bit crowded) I dont think I would even mind. Unlike going to a shopping mall all crowded and rowdy the oxygen content gets lower as well. But when you're in a pool with a hundred people it wont even matter because there's enough air circulation and oxygen to go around to please everyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tearing up when it's that time of month - I dont know why, but I love getting my period. It's the only time of month where I have an excuse to shout and be moody to just about anyone and usually The Don gets the back side of it all. Hahaha. I love how I can just cry my eyes out as if being happy was not the best thing on Earth. Don't worry, my periods are never painful, just bearable. I know how other people whine and complain about getting PMSes and periods but I dont mind at all! See, I AM a happy child!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music - I love music, who doesnt? (Okaaaaay, my dad hates music, he doesnt mind it if it's there but if he's driving he's always the one in charge of the volume and most of the time he mutes it) I love how music can make you feel all sorts of things at one time. And I love listening to the lyrics in a song just to understand what the singer is singing about and feel the way he/she feels about singing it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cars, cars, cars! Hahahah. My guy friends always tell me that I know more about cars than they do. Maybe not Ali though because we love cars the equal same way! None of my ex boyfriends were such car fanatics and I recall how I could talk about cars nonstop and they would have to put a halt to it because they say it gets boring. I never feel that way with Ali because we can talk about one car for 3 hours and talk about the next car for another 3 hours. See how enjoyable our relationship is? Lol. It's always either about cars, football or any other guy thing down the road. Although I pitch in my fashion/makeup/clothes talk in and he doesnt mind either, I know he does it only because he knows it makes me all jittery and hippy-like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother Nature - Who doesnt like staring at a blank canvas of anything nature-y, tell me and I shall cut your arms off! Unless you're goth or the really dark, mysterious kind who likes to stare at bands like Kiss or Marilyn Manson then I forgive you wholeheartedly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smooches - Because they're the first best thing next to hugs. You can always hug just about anyone but you cant smooch just anyone, you're always limited to save your kisses just for one person! And no, I dont like to greet people with hugs and kisses because I like my comfort zone and my Mum taught me great lessons on sticking to my roots where some parts of life are not meant to be Westernized. I only hug and air-kiss cheeks when I meet family members, even then the first gesture I do is to kiss their hands first if their older than me! I find it more appropriate like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazing around - On a couch, on the carpet, on a large pillow. You name it. I can laze around just about anywhere because it feels mighty good to not be doing anything else but lie about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I've listed most of the things that I love and everything above is not in alphabetical order! Priority is never given in my case. Who needs priority when you have a whole bunch of things to love at one time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, life is beautiful. I feel good things coming my way hence the lovely lovey dovey post. Lol. I hope everyone else feels as happy as I do now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next.&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/3649530225672728756-2491608887951333046?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/07/smallest-and-biggest-things-in-life-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-6929990406256999402</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T05:04:12.931-07:00</atom:updated><title>Small, small world, the wonders and disasters.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES! I just read the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard my Mum and Dad talking about it on the living room couch and to think something of the like can even happen. Well, it should be normal this time around after the elections and release of Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim, right? Correct me if I'm wrong, after all, he did make those statements. He even publicly showed himself up for a CNN interview where the allegations were made worldwide. I have respect for the leaders of my country, namely the government itself and also the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de facto&lt;/span&gt;, mind you. I may not be political-minded nor would I ever participate in politics because it would be too much intellect and dishonesty at the same time, generally speaking. I dont know how I would be able to live with myself from all the brain-racking or decision-making politics would have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impossible thing is that I actually knew the guy! I went to motivational camp with him back when I was in Form 4 in Port Dickson. Yes, the accuser, Saiful Bukhari, was a fellow camp-mate of mine. I was shocked to see his face plastered all over the place the moment I opened Google News up. The horror! I did not want to believe it was him when I first saw his pictures but more pictures of him, his wife and his sister came up and I had to believe otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what the press or anyone else has to say about him, I would still like to think of him as the sweet, caring older brother everyone had at camp. He was always the one leading us doing all the tasks and giving us moral support - the camp was grueling! Dr Muruga can be quite a handful if anyone comes about his ways. I remember my sisters giving up before it even started because Dr Muruga was so strict and we had to be everywhere on time, on the dot, not even one second short. Saiful was also always the one who pushed us into doing everything correct and when we made mistakes he would just smile and tell us that it was alright and he would take the blame for most of the mistakes we did! I remember one night when all of us went out to the beach after dinner and chilled, talked unprofessionally without formalities about our lives and come to think of it, he was always the one who said nothing about himself.  I suppose he just liked to keep to himself rather than blurting everything out in front of a bunch of strangers. His sister, Saidati was a wonderful girl as well as she was beautiful on the outside. She was assigned as my room mate and at night when both of us couldn't sleep she would talk endlessly about her life, the expectations her brother would put upon her and the boundaries she was entitled to. I even remember the smell of her perfume because the only reason I bought it after the motivational camp was because of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole motivational thing was over, we still kept in contact. Unfortunately now, I have no idea what the both of them are doing, despite what the tabloids say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no say in the whole sodomy matter as I would like to think of myself as someone who respects him and his family. A bit biased, I know, but then again, no one really knows what happened and investigations are still running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I wish Saiful and his family the best in all their future undertakings. I hope the matter will be at rest to avoid controversies going throughout the whole of Malaysia. People all over the world are starting to look down on the country and I still believe Malaysia is a potential country to live in unlike third world countries bordering around us. Being a potential money-making country definitely has it's flaws and this sort of thing comes along with it whether anyone likes it or not. There are bound to be shit happening and this is just one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The reason this post being here is to reminisce on the people you've met throughout your life and some who you would remember forever like having their pictures etched at the back of your skull, and some, well, some you just want to forget about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa/Hazwan/Kaly - If you're reading this, I'm sure all of you still remember him cause I did the moment I saw his pictures plastered everywhere on the Internet. Such a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-6929990406256999402?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-7027348479750548205</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-30T00:22:57.594-07:00</atom:updated><title>I LIED!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when I said I would lay off on the iPods in my past post about Apple VS Microsoft?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed and miserably at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a proud owner of an iPod Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just too good to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I cut my nails off otherwise there would be no way I would be able to use the iTouch with such simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of iPods, my old 30GB one (which was with Aisha/Nisa/Hazel) for a pretty long time since 2007 has been passed on down to The Don. Haha. So much for getting him an iShuffle for his birthday present, hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had any other MP3 player besides the iPod. If I cant have an iPod, I dont want to have anything else. I'd rather just listen to music on my bummed out iBook with my Altecs inserted. I remember my first pink iPod mini which I lost (rather, someone else lost while they were out swimming at Marriott) and if only I could get my hands back on that one! It was so cute and I would still say yes to the digital monotone screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining though because the iTouch has done wonders for me for the past, uuh, 12 hours or so. I can even surf the net! And no, please dont tell me to jailbreak my iTouch because I do not want to. Thank you very much. I'd be too busy on my phone at the same time anyway. No wonder people get iPhones! HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lousy hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe Apple products suck the life out of you by the way! So friggin expensive yet tempting at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants my opinion on getting the iTouch, go ahead and do it! Dont if you have only one computer which runs on Windows XP SP1 or a less-than-10.4-Panther platform because it obviously will not work. I'm still stuck on Panther and I'm downloading the Tiger Retail CD via torrent. So bad, so bad! To sum it all up, BUY THE IPOD TOUCH if you have a Windows Vista and Tiger/Leopard operating system!&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/3649530225672728756-7027348479750548205?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-lied.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-7718652360734529300</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-28T09:58:12.056-07:00</atom:updated><title>HAH!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much for self-repention. I've not done shit to ruin anyone's lives in eons and I think it's about time for me to actually come up with something which I definitely have up my sleeve. I have to live up to expectations as well, right? Instead of just being a nice person who tends to keep quiet when she has nothing nice to say (it's on the inside with the whispers from the Devil which needs to be heard, see!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an evil bitch, or so they always say, I prefer the term "chick-always-getting-her-way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows how I never accept the word NO as in it has never ever existed in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait and see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the last one laughing and last one standing. I'm sorry it's hard for me to shed unnecessary tears when it comes to so-called outsiders who has no idea what my life is about. I suppose all those years being a spoiled brat has turned me stone cold inside and out especially towards a certain someone who thinks she knows everything about me, yet fails to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I always get my way, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay all of the above was typed out 2 hours ago and I saved it in my draft cause I needed to loo so bad but here I am, back again. How ironic is it that I feel so mellow and calmed down after only 2 bloody hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I would like to reveal who it was I was referring to because I suppose her dignity is still at stake and if she calls herself meat, I politely decline. Didnt I say so much for self-repention? Pah! Always making hasty remarks about everything, isnt it? I'd like to stick to self-repention people so bear with me. Everything else after the paragraph is absolutely 100% true though I would like to see myself improving over the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think it's a problem for anyone to NOT have education because I, for once, have never looked down on someone without education so I dont really mind myself being education-less for the next 5 years or so. It would be nice to live life the hard way and learn from mistakes. People tell me I'm street smart anyway, that way theories and books have no adverse effects on me whatsoever. I used to get mad when they would say that, but then think again, (note generalization) that street smart makes it all the way to the top of the world. Anyone else here crazy about The Apprentice as much as I am? HAHA. Is it just me, or are the ones who are street smart always end up being better entrepreneurs then the ones who are stuck on theories? Street smarts also end up NOT getting the job from Sir Trump himself, but hey, who needs Trump when you're on your way to becoming your own bloody billionaire? Aww, shucks, Trump sold out too much of his secrets on the show backstage. Now the street smarts will be taking over the world!I can even get married to a super-duper rich man and no one would mind me being education-less at all. HAH! How about that? As long as money pays, that's what keeps people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, everything was about how big anyone else's playhouse would be. That's exactly how everything is now at 21. Only the playhouses dont exist anymore and other things take place, like how much better my gadget(s) are than yours, and how much $$$ I have in my bank account in order for me to get better cars and a bigger house than you. I was even surprised when my youngest sister was telling me how "My friends would all be so jealous of my new Nintendo DS Lite!" And she hasnt even got it yet :O See what I mean? The world is blooming into a bigger portion, in what way, I cant be so sure. Good or bad thing? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be pretty competitive if I want to, but I suppose it subjects to what I like to be competitive about. I've never been competitive with my classmates over who gets Number 1 in class every term, even if I should have been. But it never bothered me. I'm told that if I do all the other things I do with such passion, I would succeed in my studies. But why have I never bothered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow friend's Mum of mine was telling me that if I really do not like the idea of studying then I should not do it nor should I let my parents force me into doing it. She even advised me that there are so many other things a person who is not interested in studying can do! Like all the fun I would have at the same time having the passion for it. It differs from someone else who is forced into doing it and wants to do it on their own will. She has been, after all, the best advice master I have known. And I trust her whole heartedly! Not that anyone else does not support what I plan to do, but I suppose she saw me grow up throughout the years and knows what I'm like hence saying all the things she said to me while meaning it without flinching and feeling uncomfortable telling me that I dont need the education to succeed and climb the ladder in life, yet I scorn thinking what kind of woman does that to anyone else's child! And then I think otherwise because her children are just like me, all interested in everything else concerning the fashion industry and never having the interest for exam-based education (This comes to a sensitive topic another one of my fellow friend's Daddy dearest told me right after I finished SPM and he said that "Having a degree nowadays is like having a roll of toilet paper. You go for an interview right after you graduate and no one wants you! It's either cause they think you bought the degree off or they dont think you're good enough to be working for them - and to think they only sell Scotts Tissue Paper!). She even calls me her very own Kimora Lee Simmons. Bless her soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not like to read the above paragraph in fear that I'll just have to bite back on my own tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a piece of my mind, scattered, I know. Piece of mind, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-7718652360734529300?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/06/hah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-1846593821916179571</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T05:19:06.414-07:00</atom:updated><title>For Sale!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have so many things to get my hands off and I've decided to hold a boot sale (well, considering the fact that I'll be holding it at home does not justify the term) but I'm still looking for a date to set and I dont know when, yet. I'll probably wait until Ali comes back so I have more help and he can do the dirty work while I sit and watch him do it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to see the response of my readers and just for a sneak preview, I currently have :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes, clothes, clothes in all shapes and sizes! (I have so many unused clothes with labels still on it and I have yet to remove them. I sort of bought them without thinking, the way I always do so I'll be looking forward to handing them to someone else!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bags - in general! Handbags, backpacks, sling bags, you name it, all for a reasonable price&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes - slippers, flip flops, sandals, sneakers (sizes vary though since some are really old and the last time I remember I was a size 7, all the other shoes are of that size as well)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jewelery - Greek, Egyptian, Beach inspired jewelery which might as well just blow your heads off. A wide bevy of earrings, bracelets and necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trinkets - so many to choose from. I have this wide variety of collectables which consists of minis from scented candles to porcelain pets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exclusive deals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A 7 month old Nokia 7380 going for RM1900 inclusive of the metal box it came in, earphones, charger and PC Suite - the phone is a luxury to even don on the outside, definite stares from everyone, some might even ask you if you're talking into an MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nokia N95 1GB going for RM1200 inclusive of box, charger, earphones, cable and PC Suite - in mint condition, pretty old since it's the first batch of N95 going around since 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The exclusive deals are COD only and I dont think I would like to entertain people who come up and ask for installment paying. Sounds harsh, I know but I suppose I've had too much an experience of the sort and they start owing money, when you catch them down the street - they flee with so much guilt. Prices for the two sets of phones are definitely negotiable though I would appreciate it if no one haggles it off for half the price. Otherwise, say bye bye and you can run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is interested can give me a holler and I'll make sure the whole boot sale thing happens. If no one responds, then hey, I might as well dump everything in a charity box and feel the love of generosity from the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else interested in joining ventures? If you have used/unused stuff to sell, most preferably the stuff you hide behind your closet and never notice there until you decide to wake up one morning and pull these strings of things out, then refer below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSVP in advanced via 0128059994 (Stephanie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-1846593821916179571?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-sale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649530225672728756.post-4851164785142265723</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-25T03:46:43.457-07:00</atom:updated><title>Damn these eyes</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate it when I get eye infections every bloody year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it this year, I got it last year and I got it the year before last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes have been bloodshot for almost a week now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital this morning and they dont have any eye specialists around at all. What the fuck? So the receptionist sent me to the GP - I wanted the bloody Ophthalmologist can or not? Aah! Well too bad they tell me "Beause he will not be around until Saturday and Sunday and he comes back every weekend from 8.30AM-1PM." I snorted my mints down my throat and asked them what on earth for. And they told me to read the bloody board next to the waiting station and I screened down on the Visiting Specialists side. The horror of it all! I asked her again where I could find an eye specialist outside and they wanted to refer me to the General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No effin' way was I going to drive all the way on that side of the world. People always complain about how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harga minyak naik&lt;/span&gt; so yes, count me in this time around. I had RM150 in my pockets specifically for the treatment and there was no way I was going to fill in more than half of the money for a full tank (I drove back home with an empty tank yes) so I went in and took a number to see the GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what she told me? She confirmed it was Conjunctivitis or better known as pink-eye and I was not allowed to wear contact lens for at least 2 weeks until the redness subsided. Ooooooh, I was exhilarated out of my fucking wit's end.  Hahaha. I've been wearing lens for 6 years of my life and I was shocked I even looked at her funny she thought I was mocking her. Well I wasnt. She told me it was contagious and I should not rub my eyes and touch people with it. I honestly thought touch them with what, my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why would I do that. Only cats rub people with their eyes but they are too short to reach your eyes to make it contagious. Unless they rub on your feet and you touch your eyes with your feet like those twisting acrobats? I suppose not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear gentle readers, please dont come near me or I shall rub my eyes on your eyes and you can feel the wrath of my pink eye (or pink eye(s) cause both eyes are infected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the eye drops which I have to apply 3 times a day and ointment (which I'm sure will hurt like hell when I go to sleep at night) cause it definitely makes it feel better, FEEL not look. I still think I look so utterly disgusting and unattractive with red dollops for eyes - I honestly thought I would have gone blind if I didnt visit the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speccy and geeky looking with my stupid purple Dior glasses - I know I should have chosen a darker colour! I should have known this sort of thing would have come up! Damn astigmatism why cant I wear normal shaped lens like other people. All my Mum's fault for having such disproportioned shaped eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Nik, seriously, if the eye drops and ointment does not work I shall kill myself. HAHAHAH. Do you take suicide calls, too? :D If the pink eye does not go away by Friday I am so seeing your "Visiting Specialist" and I shall pour my heart out to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading anyway, even if I exaggerated throughout most of the parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;To everyone else on the message board:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris - I miss you too darling! Ali's in KL now and he should be working. HAHAHA. While I be a lazy bum here goyang kaki. Makeup school in October baby!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel - Happy holidays to you too! Balik Brunei or not? If so come down to Miri and we can meet up! (Wait for my eyes to recover first ok)&lt;br /&gt;Izzah - We will definitely have a better New Year's this year, I promise I wont run off before the countdown started though the countdown that night started waaaayyy early than the counting itself. Come to Miri whenever you want, you know I'm here for you love.&lt;br /&gt;Liss - You know, if you read this, I shall cut your head off because I wanted to relink you and then I saw your new blog was removed AGAIN? Get your priorities straight and by that I mean ME.  Lol. Text me, call me, whatever, bye, love youse!&lt;br /&gt;Nariza - I'll relink you when I get the time to actually edit all the nonsense on that side. Such a hassle you know Blogger does not make it easier for any of us like that.&lt;br /&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/3649530225672728756-4851164785142265723?l=beachbum71.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beachbum71.blogspot.com/2008/06/damn-these-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beach Bum)</author></item></channel></rss>