tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161332832024-03-13T21:44:20.489+08:00kontradikcionSometimes...I'd rather blogMichelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.comBlogger488125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-17812849059095098992010-05-25T13:17:00.003+08:002010-05-25T13:42:23.235+08:00Titik Com<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S_tiHnyUXtI/AAAAAAAACVE/9HozAaxn58Q/s1600/titik+com.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S_tiHnyUXtI/AAAAAAAACVE/9HozAaxn58Q/s400/titik+com.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475077655077609170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.michellezyenn.com/">www.michellezyenn.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Go there already, don't bother coming back here! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Shooooo!</div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-33825596904467083822010-05-22T21:49:00.001+08:002010-05-22T21:53:54.273+08:00Nice to meet you too<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S_fhFYRkU6I/AAAAAAAACU0/5n9J4OwuMic/s1600/friends.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S_fhFYRkU6I/AAAAAAAACU0/5n9J4OwuMic/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474091354623857570" /></a>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-54173412425200983202010-05-09T23:21:00.007+08:002010-05-10T00:51:34.255+08:00Pissy Mood - I'm Sick<div style="text-align: center;">(Written in a pissy mood, suspected to be PMSing)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-bb_GtadBI/AAAAAAAACS8/ztZdIkOAJ6o/s1600/DSC07574.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-bb_GtadBI/AAAAAAAACS8/ztZdIkOAJ6o/s400/DSC07574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469300674667377682" /></a><br />There are so many things that I'd like to blog about but I can only keep those to myself due to various reasons. One being the fact that it involves other people who are not supposed to be involved in the first place. Another being the fact that I don't feel comfortable knowing certain people might read it...A private blog doesn't really make sense either so what I'll do is blog away and hit "save now" so the entry will remain accessible to me and me only. Unless my accounts gets hacked. O.O Which is quite possible since my password is a pretty easy one. It's a very n00b password. So n00b that you could prolly get it within the first few guesses.<div><br /></div><div>I'm supposed to be getting some work done but I've put that on hold (I'm actually just distracted) because the flu bug hit me. I've been sneezing the whole darn day and the amount of wan tans I made could prolly fill a whole bath tub. omg help me. </div><div><br /></div><div>My nose is gonna peel next because of all the friction with the kleenex I've been using. -_-</div><div><br /></div><div>*Makes mental note to take Vitamin C tablets before sleep* </div><div><br /></div><div>Can i just put a few camwhore-ish pictures and call it a post? That's what alot of people do anyway right? It's just that the photos put up are somewhat coherent with the whatever text that goes into the post. </div><div><br /></div><div>Unlike mine. </div><div><br /></div><div>There I was ranting (so annoying!) about me being sick and here I am about to put up a camwhore picture of my cousins, brother and I. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-beq3ZenaI/AAAAAAAACTc/Ved5Q4Y2oWM/s1600/DSC_0977.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-beq3ZenaI/AAAAAAAACTc/Ved5Q4Y2oWM/s400/DSC_0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469303625494732194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">How is this picture even related to me being sick?</div></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-beqQ5bCRI/AAAAAAAACTU/Jx7eIj_INTw/s1600/DSC_0999.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-beqQ5bCRI/AAAAAAAACTU/Jx7eIj_INTw/s400/DSC_0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469303615159732498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /></div><div>And this one? does camwhoring with my hot cousin have anything to do with my sneezing? Let's see if I could weave in a little story to make the picture look more relevant to my ranting. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-bepGD84zI/AAAAAAAACTE/9Planh7KEtE/s1600/DSC07572.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-bepGD84zI/AAAAAAAACTE/9Planh7KEtE/s400/DSC07572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469303595071234866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div>This is Mnda and I. We entered this really warm room from another relatively colder room and decided to camwhore here, instead of in the colder room. I was sweating in my lacey top that had many layers but because of the sudden change of temperature, I started sneezing really badly. </div><div><br /></div><div>There you go. Now you know the reason for these pictures. They don't seem to irrelevant anymore do they?</div><div> </div><div>(still in pissy mood)</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Life without photoshop sucks. Having to upload unedited photos is driving me nuts, which is another reason for why I'm pissy. Well actually photoshop wouldn't be that much of an essential tool for me if I had better photo taking skills. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-bepr8wtOI/AAAAAAAACTM/yMMnxLSwWXw/s1600/DSC07586.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S-bepr8wtOI/AAAAAAAACTM/yMMnxLSwWXw/s400/DSC07586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469303605241623778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">You think posing can save your day? (from NERD - Rockstar) No, posing will never save your day, nor your hour or your minute so quit it or buck up. Btw I had shitloads of photos to develop for the family and all of them are post processing free so they are uglay =( (because I lack the skills to take a nice photo).</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">I better get back to work before I fall asleep on this couch again. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "> </span></span></span></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-62752193211595162192010-05-01T23:27:00.000+08:002010-05-01T23:59:34.347+08:00Convocation 2010<div style="text-align: left;">The rest of my psycho peeps have officially graduated last weekend. I was really looking forward to their convocation because I miss seeing these people I used to see almost everyday in lectures. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We went through all the struggles as students dying (studying) hahaha </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Congratulations guys! I'm proud of you! All of you!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G9BodJhCI/AAAAAAAACPk/T-BMuDMeaN4/s1600/Yiping.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G9BodJhCI/AAAAAAAACPk/T-BMuDMeaN4/s400/Yiping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463355658714317858" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Yips! I haven't seen you in ages. Why are you hiding up North? Come work in KL! :p</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8w99jOMI/AAAAAAAACPU/2fRpwpTsDKc/s1600/Mike.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8w99jOMI/AAAAAAAACPU/2fRpwpTsDKc/s400/Mike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463355372429588674" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Mike, I always go to him to advice. Mike is a good counselor and he knows how to make people feel good when you talk to him. (Sounded a little wrong hmm)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8wiG_h9I/AAAAAAAACPM/_mlEALPRsW4/s1600/HuaFu-KokWui.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8wiG_h9I/AAAAAAAACPM/_mlEALPRsW4/s400/HuaFu-KokWui.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463355364952999890" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Hua Fu & Kok Wui. These two are some of the most active peeps in the department. The student council presidents, peer support group, mentoring malaysia...they seem to be involved in all the clubs around. Smart guys. But annoying. Haha</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8vxTDerI/AAAAAAAACO8/ohKjZDQk8bA/s400/Daniel.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Daniel the funny guy, always fun to have him around. He's got a really unique and contagious laugh. Omg I think I still have his book I borrowed years back. T_T</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8wF8c_vI/AAAAAAAACPE/2cP1Mg6syBo/s1600/Esther.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8wF8c_vI/AAAAAAAACPE/2cP1Mg6syBo/s400/Esther.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463355357392600818" /></a>This pretty little girl, look at her all grown up already. She was <a href="http://kontradikcion.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-pics-1.html">so tiny</a> then! <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Btw, her name is Esther and she belongs to <a href="http://daydreamingdaydreams.blogspot.com/">Roberta</a>.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8vxTDerI/AAAAAAAACO8/ohKjZDQk8bA/s1600/Daniel.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8vQ2xgUI/AAAAAAAACO0/FFUvXZ8BOa0/s1600/RobertaEsther.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9G8vQ2xgUI/AAAAAAAACO0/FFUvXZ8BOa0/s400/RobertaEsther.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463355343141699906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Congratulations dear! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Alot more photos but those will have to wait until I'm in the mood to continue posting up pics. </div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-67930817218611486102010-04-29T22:35:00.014+08:002010-04-30T10:05:12.565+08:00Ascent says I should be smelling like...<div style="text-align: left;">How I should smell.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you've been reading my blog or you know me long enough, you would know how sensitive I am to smell. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a fear of bad smelling people and with that I obviously expect myself to smell good all the time. I carry mints with me all the time, I have an additional bottle of EDT on my desk and also carry miniature perfume in my bag with me. </div><div><br /></div><div>While everyone else was busy working, I popped by the <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ascent</span></i></b> event with a few of my colleagues to see whats it all about earlier today.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mq2SfYNsI/AAAAAAAACSs/wWjW_KiQWrM/s400/Ascent.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ascent</span></i></b>, is all about helping you find a fragrance that suits you, your perfume personality. I find this sort of program really interesting because I do find it difficult to purchase a bottle of perfume. There's so many brands and scents around, how do you people choose?</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mq1N1JoFI/AAAAAAAACSM/-eI3uB-FRkU/s400/Perfume1.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Based on popularity? The design of the bottle? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I find it a struggle to get myself a fragrance that is not only something I like but more importantly suits my personality to help me *ahem* present myself *ahem* more appropriately in my erm daily life. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, the event was packed with beautiful people.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mq2SfYNsI/AAAAAAAACSs/wWjW_KiQWrM/s1600/Ascent.jpg"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqddZgPeI/AAAAAAAACR0/iAvsTJG-tpQ/s400/People-2.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqdjYWIII/AAAAAAAACR8/Kyucd3ogavE/s400/Counter.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqeEwSJXI/AAAAAAAACSE/HmKVrx4xQEE/s400/Celebs.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Spotted a few local celebs there as well. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mq1TpiJYI/AAAAAAAACSU/IvWkFmZywcY/s400/People.jpg" /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mq2AcPn-I/AAAAAAAACSk/7eQc61fgAjo/s400/Waitress.jpg" /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Awesome finger food from DOME was served throughout the event. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqdABqORI/AAAAAAAACRs/AkQYP3Oe8Uc/s1600/David.jpg"></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqcs-BB7I/AAAAAAAACRk/5h6KzfM8kZU/s1600/Nicholas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqcs-BB7I/AAAAAAAACRk/5h6KzfM8kZU/s400/Nicholas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587032875141042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I was there with <a href="http://sansformality.blogspot.com/">Nicholas</a>!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqdABqORI/AAAAAAAACRs/AkQYP3Oe8Uc/s1600/David.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqdABqORI/AAAAAAAACRs/AkQYP3Oe8Uc/s400/David.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465587037990697234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">and <a href="http://davidwpy.blogspot.com/">David</a> the ladies man..</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqLHPWlOI/AAAAAAAACRc/iPOWi4Pz8nQ/s1600/AshleyDavid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqLHPWlOI/AAAAAAAACRc/iPOWi4Pz8nQ/s400/AshleyDavid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586730689533154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">See what I mean? </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqK3t9qQI/AAAAAAAACRU/YIHHvru8D3I/s1600/Iza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqK3t9qQI/AAAAAAAACRU/YIHHvru8D3I/s400/Iza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586726522956034" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Iza aka <a href="http://thepinkstilettos.blogspot.com/">ThePinkStilettos</a> was also there with her sister.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After a little mingling, William introduced Ascent to the guests. This was when I found out that I was not at a launch of a new fragrance but a program to match your fragrance to your personality.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mq1h36HeI/AAAAAAAACSc/BgSjzh4YdJc/s400/William.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">William was sharing how technology has made this whole program such a breeze to carry out. Basically, Ascent developed an iPhone App to match your personality to the type of fragrance out there that suits you, this is all pretty new to me. I'm only familiar with the old school way of sniffing perfume after perfume with coffee bean intervals when it comes to buying perfumes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpw5FJ6jI/AAAAAAAACQ0/giXMAg_Zg_A/s400/App.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No need for the old school way no more, everything could be settled with the iPhone application!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqKQNBNlI/AAAAAAAACRE/kI1SWaonA1M/s400/Liza.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Pretty Liza was there to guide me through this step by step process of finding my perfume personality.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqKtfacWI/AAAAAAAACRM/E-Dpt9bq23E/s400/App-2.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpwt2KBfI/AAAAAAAACQs/C_Dk32A5Ug0/s400/Mycards.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My results! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not gonna share how the process is, go try it yourself at one of the <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Ascent booths</span></i></b> available at <b>Parkson Pavilion KL from 29th April to 5th May 2010</b>!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mqJy1vFeI/AAAAAAAACQ8/YSVe8YfSys4/s400/Me.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My perfume personality is Seductive, apparently. </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpwVz04cI/AAAAAAAACQk/TjaclG1kge4/s1600/seductive.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpwVz04cI/AAAAAAAACQk/TjaclG1kge4/s400/seductive.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586270744142274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">*Flips hair*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After finding out our perfume personality, I was handed the perfume that suits my personality! I was so happy because I didn't expect them to give us each a whole bottle of perfume and also because that is the fragrance I've been wanting to get since the dinosaurs were still around. *tears*</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Nicholas got his bottle as well and proceeded to strike a seductive pose with it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpv17fdeI/AAAAAAAACQc/9GB0Izfm_vE/s1600/Nicholas2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpv17fdeI/AAAAAAAACQc/9GB0Izfm_vE/s400/Nicholas2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586262186358242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">By the way, I should be smelling like DKNY's be delicious in Fresh Blossom!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpVffszgI/AAAAAAAACQM/Um6A1EOYa8Y/s1600/Reflect.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpVffszgI/AAAAAAAACQM/Um6A1EOYa8Y/s400/Reflect.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465585809487613442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpVNN1uPI/AAAAAAAACQE/XOQJWXEJ-lw/s1600/Camwhore-Box.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpVNN1uPI/AAAAAAAACQE/XOQJWXEJ-lw/s400/Camwhore-Box.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465585804580862194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yummy Yummy been wanting this for so long! </div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpUkTmXXI/AAAAAAAACP8/xbajDlk-CbI/s1600/bite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpUkTmXXI/AAAAAAAACP8/xbajDlk-CbI/s400/bite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465585793599167858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So yummy I could just nom it. heeee</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpUaoQ75I/AAAAAAAACP0/wi2g9NEtoYs/s1600/Camwhore.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpUaoQ75I/AAAAAAAACP0/wi2g9NEtoYs/s1600/Camwhore.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpUaoQ75I/AAAAAAAACP0/wi2g9NEtoYs/s400/Camwhore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465585791001489298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpUaoQ75I/AAAAAAAACP0/wi2g9NEtoYs/s1600/Camwhore.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpUaoQ75I/AAAAAAAACP0/wi2g9NEtoYs/s1600/Camwhore.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mu2CoP78I/AAAAAAAACS0/nU0a0lOLMrQ/s400/Sniff.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S9mpvkb32RI/AAAAAAAACQU/TTdYNwM6LfI/s400/DKNY.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>So now I know my perfume personality and how I should be smelling like. *winks*</div><div><br /></div><div>I have something else I want to talk about fragrances. Any of you heard of not giving perfume to your partner as a gift? I forgot who advised me about this when I was looking for a present few years back. I have a bottle of EDT I bought for my bf then and it is still sitting on my desk till today because I came across this myth. Apparently it will sort of distort your relationship if you buy your partner perfume? I don't know what kinda myth is this but a few of my psycho friends and i deduced that it could be related to pheromones. </div><div><br /></div><div>Reason being you are attracted to your partner by pheromones and buying them perfume would sort of alter the way they smell and hence, interfering with that attraction between you and your partner? Anyone care to correct me if I'm wrong? I think I am cos I'm simply yakking away without googling. haha! </div><div><br /></div><div>Have nice smelling day y'all! </div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-71529510354220082612010-04-21T10:30:00.002+08:002010-04-21T10:33:02.593+08:00You Dim Sum-ed Me.<div>In relation to <a href="http://joshuaongys.com/2010/04/i-dim-sum-you-you-dim-sum-or-not/">this </a></div><div><br /></div><div>Part 2</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S85jRwPdy4I/AAAAAAAACOM/B5tLoM3eqNI/s1600/Replyjoshuaong.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S85jRwPdy4I/AAAAAAAACOM/B5tLoM3eqNI/s400/Replyjoshuaong.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462412554705685378" /></a><br /><div>Don't believe everything you see. </div><div>I'm not that weird. *twirls hair*</div><div>Really. </div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-39678964235445884802010-04-21T10:11:00.004+08:002010-04-21T11:15:04.749+08:00If I am Ip Man master, I would...<div><div>....Train another Bruce Lee.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because Ip Man is Bruce Lee's Master and Bruce Lee is missed by alot of people.</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.strangekiss.com/images/detail/bruce_lee_game_death.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 440px;" src="http://www.strangekiss.com/images/detail/bruce_lee_game_death.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">image from <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.strangekiss.com">www.strangekiss.com</a></div><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.strangekiss.com"></a><br /><div>and because Bruce Lee was the one who inspired westerners to embrace the art of Chinese Kung Fu. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zone-sf.com/images/killbill1b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.zone-sf.com/images/killbill1b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">image from <a href="http://www.zone-sf.com/">www.zone-sf.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And I'm a proud Chinese because of that...even though I'm afraid of Chinese food. </div><div><br /></div><div>For myself though.. If I am Ip Man master, I would want to create my own bubble and stay forever in it. I want world peace and I want all my loved ones to be in that bubble with me. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S85rTQ9H4UI/AAAAAAAACOU/tp2M_tKUdgQ/s400/attack.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We would all be safe from attacks of back stabbers</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S85rUMOs2CI/AAAAAAAACOc/UAxk1yqmK_Y/s400/attackghost.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And ghosts</div><div><br /></div><div>...just to name a few. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes. I would love all that. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is a picture of me getting my Ip Man Wing Chun Kung Fu thing going on. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S85rUrXAojI/AAAAAAAACOs/lvf7ecy_1_4/s400/ipman+wii.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">....via Wii. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am creating my bubble.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Yay gonna watch Ip Man 2 very very soon all thanks to <a href="http://www.gsc-eonbankcard.com/">http://www.gsc-eonbankcard.com/</a></div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-89651329438993561542010-04-16T00:45:00.005+08:002010-04-16T00:51:33.325+08:00Project AlphaTrailer first.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S8dDfg95H9I/AAAAAAAACOE/20jt1b-bngc/s1600/Project+Alpha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S8dDfg95H9I/AAAAAAAACOE/20jt1b-bngc/s400/Project+Alpha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460407281914552274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.projectalpha.com.my/">w</a><span><span><a href="http://www.projectalpha.com.my/">ww.projectalpha.com.my</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WytLVkS--UU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WytLVkS--UU&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object></span></div><div>Talk later. </div><div><br /></div><div>*excited*</div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-17378672960555314622010-03-21T10:09:00.010+08:002010-03-21T23:51:59.249+08:00I'm Going To The Gatsby Deodorant Street Fair!<div><div style="text-align: left; ">I'm a sucker for crowds..big crowds because I love being around people. Get me to concert and you'll see me all hyped up. Get me to a bazaar and I'll be even happier because I could shop while enjoy being in the presence of awesome people.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bah talking about this is making me miss events like Urbanscapes, Sunburst and the most recent one I've been to..St Pats!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6WMAkA8nQI/AAAAAAAACNI/SAUhmFpTQFM/s400/St-Pats_Jstna_Kaye.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">picture stolen from my awesome boss <a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/">Timothy</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>One thing in common about these events are that they are in the outdoors. I don't normally enjoy being in the outdoors but somehow or rather I'm rarely disappointed with the outdoor events I've attended so far, sometimes even the unexpected downpour would potong stim a lil but I still enjoy myself very much at events like this. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I brought my camera to St Pats so I would have more to post up :( But for now, I could only steal from the few people whom I snapped pictures with. </div><div><br /></div></div><div>Something in common that I like about these outdoor events is Live music.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6WMA0LL_3I/AAAAAAAACNQ/r9xPgekfgI8/s400/Eugene.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eugene the rocker</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's always therapeutic to feng tao to some awesome songs. I try my best to layan any type of music, heck I was even screaming and trying to move to some of the lousy songs at Hennessy Artistry this year. I'm quite universal when it comes to music but I'm starting to appreciate songs with good lyrics more. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6XAZkE7trI/AAAAAAAACN4/IzkQidilAdU/s1600-h/Mont-Kiara.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6XAZkE7trI/AAAAAAAACN4/IzkQidilAdU/s400/Mont-Kiara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450974469415483058" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left; ">Most of the awesome outdoor events also have vendors displaying interesting items on sale. I love bargain hunting for artsy fartsy crap which explains the mess I have in my room. (I'm supposed to clean it :( ) </div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6WMACIF1DI/AAAAAAAACNA/f0NSDU5dvd0/s400/Lamb-Burger.jpg" /><br /><div>picture stolen from <a href="http://www.twitter.com/andygts">@andygts</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh and food! I've had some of the most awesome food at Urbanscapes and this lamb burger from Bull Dog Jestina and I had at St Pats was not too bad either. However, I really really wanted the Jarrod & Rawlins's Guiness Beef Stew with Mash that was sold out by the time I got there T_T. I could use some right now seeing how I waited for more than an hour for dinner tonight and walked out of the restaurant because I got sick of waiting! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As happening as any event may be, it's the people I go with who makes things better (or worse). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_QzPFYQI/AAAAAAAACNo/9_g-3by9qxg/s1600-h/Kite.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_QzPFYQI/AAAAAAAACNo/9_g-3by9qxg/s400/Kite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450973219354140930" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /></a>I'm thankful for having friends and colleagues who are so much fun to be around! *loves*</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One thing though about attending any outdoor events is the tendency to sweat. I'll always be in sleeveless to avoid nasty underarm sweat stains but I'm also in dilemma especially when it comes to taking pictures because I have fat flabby arms. </div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6XAZkE7trI/AAAAAAAACN4/IzkQidilAdU/s1600-h/Mont-Kiara.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_QGXE7QI/AAAAAAAACNY/JqC0hDlB394/s1600-h/BSB.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_QGXE7QI/AAAAAAAACNY/JqC0hDlB394/s400/BSB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450973207308070146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div>I used to be able to cover my arms with my mane but not anymore since my hair is short. -__- So i guess the only solution would be to use antiperspirant. Can't seem to find one that actually works for me because I get immune to them with use. </div><div><br /></div><div>Did i also mention that I've an extremely sensitive nose that enables me to detect the slightest traces of bad bad BO..unfortunately. This is inevitable especially in outdoor events in Malaysia..so poor me and my nose. </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of body odour, I wonder if this Gatsby range is good though? It's only for men right? o_O Have yet to find out about the product but seems to me that they're having a <a href="http://www.gatsby.com.my/streetfair">street fair</a> this coming April 17th at the front foyer of Berjaya Times Square from 10 to 5PM. Is the street fair for ladies as well? Don't discriminate us females can? </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_RZ2H-eI/AAAAAAAACNw/CgUJPv5qkGk/s1600-h/Marmalade.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_RZ2H-eI/AAAAAAAACNw/CgUJPv5qkGk/s400/Marmalade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450973229718436322" /></a><br />I want to go grab some cool gadgets and participate in the lucky draw for RM15,000 can? Or at least watch some silly dudes sumo wrestle in air bag suits and fight gladiator style *giggles*</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_QzPFYQI/AAAAAAAACNo/9_g-3by9qxg/s1600-h/Kite.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_Qr3-AXI/AAAAAAAACNg/xJNXnkmmR40/s1600-h/Gatsby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6W_Qr3-AXI/AAAAAAAACNg/xJNXnkmmR40/s400/Gatsby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450973217378140530" /></a>Sounds like heaps of fun and something I'd enjoy. Plus point of this event is prolly less people with bad BO seeing it's organized by <a href="http://www.gatsby.com.my/streetfair">Gatsby</a> hahaha! I sure hope they'd give out samples that day so it would be a pleasant smelling event. We shall <s>smell</s> see about that. </div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-673535810192940302010-03-21T09:42:00.004+08:002010-05-23T18:34:01.564+08:00I will grow my hair out again!<div>This is not exactly an update but one of those bimbo hair ramblings that I'm about to write (I prolly shouldn't). </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6V5oFNwV2I/AAAAAAAACMg/Kl-tcxDyZPQ/s1600-h/Hair_Amri.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S6V5oFNwV2I/AAAAAAAACMg/Kl-tcxDyZPQ/s400/Hair_Amri.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450896653503453026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Check out my hair back in college, this was in 2005. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I will with all my might refrain from entering a salon, not until 2011!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-37661273177016357172010-02-06T00:43:00.005+08:002010-02-06T01:14:29.087+08:00Time Out During Work<div style="text-align: left;">Everyone gets their equal 24 hours, but why am I working at this hour (0044 hours) ?!</div><div><br /></div><div>I am so sleepy. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2xQQpBhLAI/AAAAAAAACMQ/hHGlsU8Oiew/s400/SNC00169.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>My eye bags are so horrible these days that no make up can conceal them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Erinn used to brand her bags (those underneath her eyes) Prada or was it Gucci? </div><div><br /></div><div>Imma brand mine Lancel because I'm not so atas and I kinda spotted something I like sometime back when I was doing some research on the company. I'm not very well versed in the bags area, unlike belle who actually remember their names. </div><div><br /></div><div>What about your bags (eye bags), where are they from?</div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, a friend just got back from an interview from a company bringing in some of these big brands. I really hope she gets the job as she sounded really excited over the phone. I'm excited for her too because that would mean STAFF PURCHASE and being her friend for over *starts counting* 8 years? I might be able to share some of the benefits, right? Heh, a perfect example of BIRGing.</div><div><br /></div><div>For psycho illiterate individuals, <b>BIRGing</b> means <b>Basking in Reflected Glory</b>, illustrated in the above situation where I'm trying to associate my friend's success to myself. Those football crazy people are also perfect examples of this social identity theory. In contrast to BIRGing, <b>CORFing </b>is where you try to disassociate with the failures of others, the acronym stands for <b>Cutting Of Reflected Failure</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Enough about brands and psycho talking. Looking at my bank account (Contrary to popular belief, I do check my bank account!), I would not be able to afford anything from the big brands anytime soon. By soon I mean like 5 years? *sad* </div><div><br /></div><div>Nvm, going bazaar shopping with some nuffies tomorrow before heading over the Jaya One for the Tiger *Rwar* run, sure hope there will be some awesome stuff at the bazaar tomorrow!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok done, back to work!</div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-68429674829637850422010-02-04T21:18:00.007+08:002010-02-04T23:43:59.474+08:00The spotted one.<div><div style="text-align: left; ">I went on a 2 day photo shooting workshop with Belle sometime back and I found this interesting picture in the whole album of 500+ pictures.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">This is a spotted branch, with not much leaves.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2rSBjdE5AI/AAAAAAAACLg/jkXe4teKu8U/s1600-h/DSC_0719.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2rSBjdE5AI/AAAAAAAACLg/jkXe4teKu8U/s400/DSC_0719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434386824514823170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></a>There are also nipples on this branch and I was trying to find the most interesting way to snap it. I failed miserably.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2rWQIJHBBI/AAAAAAAACL4/bo-ttg7lhbE/s400/DSC_0749.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434391472927867922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>such an uninteresting picture of this very interesting looking branch. T_T</div><div><br /></div><div>Tried shooting some other stuff like random withered leaves.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2rUftctwxI/AAAAAAAACLw/pDv37C1Cyq8/s400/DSC_0665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434389541616993042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>and random little girls with big cameras.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2rUfPu0ozI/AAAAAAAACLo/wSZRb1akDqY/s400/DSC_0757.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yup so this was how I looked attempting to shoot some interesting shots. I'm shooting with belle's camera in the picture below. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2rph4GjeaI/AAAAAAAACMI/o2U-C_SIUzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0777.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2rph4GjeaI/AAAAAAAACMI/o2U-C_SIUzQ/s400/DSC_0777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434412668580755874" /></a>I use a Nikon and not a Canon ogay!Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-36387329089221406502010-02-02T00:43:00.011+08:002010-02-03T23:03:10.808+08:00My Dream in the year of the Tiger<div style="text-align: left;">I can't believe a month has come and gone in 2010 already! I did not make any new year's resolution this year because I knew how well would I stick to it.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kgz2QeZ9I/AAAAAAAACLQ/58H00ZWVlYE/s1600-h/SNC00263.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kgz2QeZ9I/AAAAAAAACLQ/58H00ZWVlYE/s400/SNC00263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433910500509247442" /></a><div><br /></div><div>To comfort myself, I shall consciously remind myself that I am Chinese and technically the new year has yet to come for me. Eh speaking of which, how are you prepping yourselves for the New Year? (The Chinese one!).</div><div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kdykfMflI/AAAAAAAACKA/6jMzPsUnxxE/s1600-h/SNC00032.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kdykfMflI/AAAAAAAACKA/6jMzPsUnxxE/s400/SNC00032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433907180024397394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div>I still have some time to work on some New Year's resolutions hor since I'm Chinese and all? So here's my dream in the year of the tiger.</div><div><br /></div><div>Imma come up with a list of random little dreams I have because the actual ones would take me forever to write about. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>I want perfect teeth. </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kgze9mDVI/AAAAAAAACLI/Uf_x3SqH8ZU/s400/SNC00258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433910494256041298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>I've been having some sort of teeth fetish lately. I'm really attracted to people with beautiful smile (and sexy voices) so I would love to be able to smile wide and proud with my teeth properly inline and stainless. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>I want gorgeous hair. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kgzIZ9ETI/AAAAAAAACLA/Z8Bh3R1tsMw/s400/SNC00190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433910488200974642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div>I just got a haircut that made me look 10 (ok la prolly 5 years) years younger. I want a haircut that is absolutely fuss free yet gorgeous cos now it would be literal suicide for me if I were to walk out of the door without fixing my bangs. To illustrate what I'm saying...I kinda look like this when I wake up..</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kqIhkoNCI/AAAAAAAACLY/qUP5cqqjv7w/s400/cat+bad+hair+day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433920751338533922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 87px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't like cats. Eww. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is the problem with having bangs la, gotta maintain the length and blow dry it to make sure it's not flat. =(</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Another dream would be to get a Mazda CX9. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kgyP6tXNI/AAAAAAAACKw/cZNEVK9vMJ8/s1600-h/mazda-cx9-c.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kgyP6tXNI/AAAAAAAACKw/cZNEVK9vMJ8/s400/mazda-cx9-c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433910473037536466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /></a>Why Cx 9 is because of the gorgeous curves it has. Don't talk to me about the specs inside of this beauty because all I'd care about is the looks of this ride. What to do, I'm shallow like that.<br /><div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The above 3 dreams of mine can be made real with cash. So I'm hoping to get some (RM 8,888 is pretty attractive leh!) from the <span><span><a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/tigerrun/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Nuffnang Tiger Run</span></b></a></span></span> event this weekend @ Jaya One *fingers crossed*. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe I should up my chances of winning (at least best costume?) by going to the event dressed like this.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke2U6JkXI/AAAAAAAACKI/hzpND_JOibU/s400/SNC00274.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes? No? Uhm? Ah? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can I continue about my dreams? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Besides wanting some tangible dreams like the ones mentioned above I also want to...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Have a stronger heart. </b></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kgyntaE9I/AAAAAAAACK4/5ybQveCb21o/s1600-h/SNC00244.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2kgyntaE9I/AAAAAAAACK4/5ybQveCb21o/s400/SNC00244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433910479424197586" /></a></div><div>Cos I'm easily bruised la. I think I'm way too emo for a 22 year old. I should be out there, doing what most 22 year olds do (What do they do?), be happy, cheerful. Not emo like me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Besides that, </div><div><br /></div><div>I want also <b>be more positive</b> in embracing whatever comes my way in this life. </div><div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke5IRUxzI/AAAAAAAACKo/3-imgr_UU1o/s1600-h/DSC_0630.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke5IRUxzI/AAAAAAAACKo/3-imgr_UU1o/s400/DSC_0630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433908392220739378" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Taking baby steps along my way.</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke4dtaB-I/AAAAAAAACKg/BhteUIzAiXk/s1600-h/DSC_0617.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke4dtaB-I/AAAAAAAACKg/BhteUIzAiXk/s400/DSC_0617.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433908380795799522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Going against the flow if I have to to grow more positively as a person.</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke37-QnTI/AAAAAAAACKY/IZeIjHgbEoY/s1600-h/DSC_0134.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke37-QnTI/AAAAAAAACKY/IZeIjHgbEoY/s400/DSC_0134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433908371739680050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><s>Strut around the streets alone in mismatch outfits that could possible get me summoned by the fashion police.</s></div><div style="text-align: center;"><s><br /></s></div><div><s></s> Be more independent and strong even if I have to walk alone. Because I've no idea what's ahead of me...</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke3JHZhII/AAAAAAAACKQ/pfo-1swzymg/s1600-h/16112009602.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2ke3JHZhII/AAAAAAAACKQ/pfo-1swzymg/s400/16112009602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433908358087804034" /></a><div>but I can prep myself with more positivity yea?</div><div><br /></div><div>ps. No photoshop here, all pictures (except for the CX 9 & ugly cat one) is trademarked kontradikcion la. Maybe I would watermark the pics when I have access to photoshop. </div><div><br /></div></div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-60178184099879912010-02-01T16:21:00.006+08:002010-02-02T00:05:01.336+08:00Changed.<div>'ve finally upgraded my blogger layout to the .XML template, which is much more user friendly! kontradikcion has never had dark themed layout so this is another change for it. (is my blog a he, she or it?)<div><br /></div><div>I'm still trying to tweak this template a lil. Got this awesome template from <a href="http://www.btemplates.com/">www.btemplates.com</a> btw.</div><div><br /></div><div>Can anyone help me? I'm trying to reduce the opacity of the colored box underneath the blogpost title. You know the one that's on top of every single picture in my homepage?</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, how to not make my pictures shrink to fit the template image holder in my homepage? I want the holder to display a cropped image of my pictures that don't meet the specifications of the placeholder. I don't want my landscape pictures to shrink like that la. So ugly. deng. Is there also a way to show a standard image if my posts don't have any images?</div><div><br /></div><div>I used to be way more gung ho in figuring out how to get all these things working.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, I'm have alot of CNY songs stuck in my head as a result of going out to the malls infested with CNY songs and hanging around people who wouldn't stop playing them haha. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=Astrobyond.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/Astrobyond.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Picture snapped by Ms <a href="http://brewingnow.blogspot.com/">Willing</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>I shall end this post abruptly with a picture of me in a bright red outfit wishing you a Happy CNY in advance. </div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-34184084260666001052010-02-01T02:48:00.004+08:002010-02-01T15:10:45.043+08:00ROI - Random thought<div>People (Realistic people) talk about ROI (Return of Investment) all the time and they make calculated moves to ensure for the best ROI in any deal.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2Z-WWz91dI/AAAAAAAACIs/GW8eV9Ontcg/s1600-h/scale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2Z-WWz91dI/AAAAAAAACIs/GW8eV9Ontcg/s400/scale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433168923014845906" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What's my ROI in this eh?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-50201178389280591652010-02-01T01:06:00.006+08:002010-02-01T16:21:02.582+08:00Beep beep!<div style="text-align: left;">Oh my gourd I need to renovate this space.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxiDsFZnpwY/S2W5Ct0NjFI/AAAAAAAACIc/wEak6IHjCko/s400/bittergourd" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432951981801835602" /></div><div><br /></div><div>My layout only looks good on my laptop because I designed it based on the screen resolution of my laptop. </div><div><br /></div><div>And no, I will neverrr design a layout with textured or colored BG anymore because I can't put up seamless photoshop doodles or photos I ps. </div><div><br /></div><div>Like the bitter gourd image up there, look at it sitting so oddly in my blog because of the white bg of the picture. The image would look awesome, seamless if i had a white bg and not a textured one. </div><div><br /></div><div>On to something happier. </div><div><br /></div><div>I spent one of my last few 50 dollar notes on a beanie. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=Beanie.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/Beanie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't really know why but I've been wanting to get one of these for quite sometime. It's weird that spending money on silly things like these make me happy. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so shallow. </div><div><br /></div><div>I choose to be. Not to say I'm not but I would rather be shallow than not. At least I make people feel smarter about themselves when they hang around me (Not that they necessarily are also).</div><div><br /></div><div>Example, dumb blondes are always giggling and you can see how much laughter they bring to the people around them when they do silly things...so being shallow is not necessarily a bad thing. It's just about simplifying, seeing things as they are (choosing to deliberately ignore even the most obvious of signs that require you to analyze). </div><div><br /></div><div>Simplifying whatever goes around in your life. </div><div><br /></div><div>My excuse for being...</div><div><br /></div><div>just plain stupid. </div><div><br /></div><div>and shallow.</div><div><br /></div><div>at least I'm happy right? </div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-71612657542935394602010-01-10T19:45:00.012+08:002010-01-11T13:48:15.499+08:00Color Me Corby<div style="text-align: center;">I've a thing for colors.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/colorchair-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></div><div><br /></div><div>For example if i were to come up with a design of any sort i will incorporate the use of colors just to make things less dull. The amount of colors i use in any of my work kinda reflects the mood i'm in. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you've followed my dead blog for awhile you'd know how much color i highlight my words with in my posts...heh.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/balloons-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My life is a colorful one. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I eat colorful food. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have colorful friends. (Don't mean this in any bad way) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I like wearing colorful outfits. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Too bad I can't dig more pictures to write about my exciting life. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If I had to pick a color that would be my fav of the moment. I'd go for</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"Yellow!"</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/banana-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I love this color so much I use it as a form of greeting because it sounds like hello. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=yellowchat.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/yellowchat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></span></div><div><br /></div><div>So yea this is how I normally greet people on IM these days when I'm my usual chirpy self.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think the color yellow and I have some kinda fate. </div><div><br /></div><div>My first ever car was a yellow car, which i nicknamed "Wong Kam Kam" (meanin yellow yellow dirty fellow in cantonese) because of the color. The color is such an attention seeking color it made me shy because it was on a Nissan Sunny. </div><div><br /></div><div>My Fav racer back tank top with the perfect cutting happens to be in yellow. I've had that top for a year plus and it's still my fav top. </div><div><br /></div><div>I use a yellow mug in the office. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/mug-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Courtesy from mum. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The songs i hum most of the time </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree, it's been 3 long years, do you still want me?" </span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So If I were to choose among the four Samsung Corby colors, </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/phonesondisplay-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></div><div><br /></div><div>It would be none other than yellow. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/phonenme-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></div><div><div></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">*distracted and starts humming*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We all live in a yellow submarine.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yellow submarine, Yellow submarine.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/bunting-1-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Random picture of my primary school buddies. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/friends-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I miss my once fab hair. My hair color was close to the color yellow too, now its boring black. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-51255188918331328272009-12-14T00:05:00.001+08:002009-12-14T00:11:27.587+08:00Emotion<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=waterfall.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 500px; height: 745px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/waterfall.jpg" alt="Waterfall @ FRIM" border="0" /></a><br />is Energy in Motion.<br /></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-8363166261515381292009-12-11T23:17:00.003+08:002009-12-11T23:53:59.940+08:00DecemberThe Relationship between Stress, Social Support and Social Well-Being" was the title of my thesis. I did a lot of research in that area but I never really saw a point in my research, the experience going through my whole research to data collection to reporting and presenting it left me with a.....so what? So what if I found what I found.<br /><br />For some odd reason I kinda feel like rewriting my thesis because I'm getting a lot of first hand experience in that area.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">2009 has really been quite a year for me.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=Cheers.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/Cheers.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />I can't believe its ending already...Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-26474058489952078252009-11-27T19:51:00.002+08:002009-11-27T20:22:50.757+08:00I'm the worst friend ever<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I cant believe i actually forgot her birthday this year. I remembered 5 days later that 22nd of November was her birthday. =(<br /><br /></div>Please forgive me my dear yeen.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm dedicating this space here to you, here's wishing you all the best in all you do. I miss you as well as the other few so much and thanks for becoming one of the significant people in my life.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=sookyeen.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 406px; height: 606px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/sookyeen.jpg" alt="Yeen" border="0" /></a><br />My dear pretty yeen.<br /><br />Happy Belated 22nd Birthday!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Take care over there, I will see you soon alrighty?<br /><br />pssssss Vatty, Wen, Jac and I are going Fish n Co. this week! We'll save you some calamari okie?<br /><br />XOXO<br /></div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-55163497202474972582009-11-22T18:28:00.004+08:002009-11-23T00:45:08.284+08:00My Colleagues @ workBrought my camera to work one day and just snapped around.<br /><br />Sadly, my camera was low on battery and the office was quite empty so there were very little pictures snapped.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=jestina-karen.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/jestina-karen.jpg" alt="Jestina &amp; Karen" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I bug <a href="http://jester4eva.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Jestina</span></a> the most whenever I'm lost... and sometimes even when I'm not. She calls me camel because I (supposedly) drink alot of water but I somehow can't relate to the name yet.<br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://bubbly-boo.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Karen </span></a>is my buddy buddy at work. We started about the same time and she's really fun to be around.<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=Rina-nicki.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 501px; height: 335px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/Rina-nicki.jpg" alt="Rina &amp; Nicki" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>It was <a href="http://secretnicki.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Nicki's</span></a> last day at work for her internship that day so <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Rina</span> was giving her a big hug. Gonna be missing Nicki's presence but we'll meet again during movie screenings. Rina is <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/">Tim's</a> ever reliable sexytary ( I remember <a href="http://nataliechow.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nat</span></a> using this term b4 so I'm crediting her for it!).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=bye-nicki.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 503px; height: 336px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/bye-nicki.jpg" alt="Nuffies" border="0" /></a><br /></div>For those of you reading who don't know already, I'm working at <a href="http://nuffnang.com.my/"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Nuffnang</span></a> now and @ nuffnang, we are called nuffies.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=desk.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 501px; height: 746px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/desk.jpg" alt="Teddy on my desk" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I use this teddy as my wrist rest. The right leg of this teddy is perfect to be used as a wrist rest.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">More next time k?<br /></div></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-81233487426608670392009-11-19T00:42:00.004+08:002009-11-19T01:12:17.063+08:00Time ManagementDad has been sending me to work these few days and has been nagging advising me about my time management. I don't seem to have much time for myself these days as I'm juggling between getting things done @ work and also my social calender. Been home late almost every night and heading straight to bed every night I get back.<br /><br />Honestly speaking, I've been trying to keep myself busy to avoid facing certain issues though I know myself it is something I would have to deal with sooner or later. Painful, but time will heal...having people around me who care also helped with the process.<br /><br />*digs for random picture*<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v471/zyenn/?action=view&current=balloon-hair.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 499px; height: 731px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/zyenn/balloon-hair.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />This is a picture from eons ago. Back when I still have colored hair and my cousin, short hair. Just something we cousins do after a heavy Japanese buffet meal. :)<br /><br />Am testing out this Maxis Broadband unit my mum got for a 4 months trial. Speed seems to be pretty slow but better than being disconnected aye? head is aching a lil...off to bed.Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-40167743927048988532009-11-08T00:08:00.002+08:002009-11-08T00:11:32.173+08:00Songs<div style="text-align: center;">I swear by Boyz II Men<br /><br />When you say nothing at all by Ronan Keating<br /><br />Only You by The Platters<br /></div><br />These three songs will have a whole new meaning to me.Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-66966897281552255572009-11-03T22:57:00.003+08:002009-11-04T00:57:28.843+08:00Not in a very good mood todayI think I might be falling sick.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=DSC_0977.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 500px; height: 744px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/DSC_0977.jpg" alt="Random pic" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16133283.post-46245682201531996062009-11-02T23:11:00.004+08:002009-11-02T23:37:12.812+08:00Random Conversation<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">There is this awesome Nasi Lemak stall near the KJ LRT Station! I was waiting for my transport and omg the smell was so tempting! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Wow</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">The fragrance of the rice was ummmmmm</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">*nods* </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">The chicken looked really goood!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">uh huhh</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Everything looked really fresh!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Okay, and then what happened?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">And then... I went home. </span><br /><br /><br /><br />*Cheers to self*<br /><br />But... I had doughnuts today. (note the "s")<br /><br />*Boo*<br /><br />Also, how can I fight temptations like these?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/?action=view&current=26102009506.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i539.photobucket.com/albums/ff351/sylau/26102009506.jpg" alt="My awesome office" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tell me if your office can get more awesome than this.<br /></div>Michelle Zyenn Tehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08475032317440724591noreply@blogger.com0