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This pair of sneakers aren't exactly my cup of tea. My personal style has always been minimal, plain and somewhat akin to Tom Ford's, who are against any kind of in-you-face monograms (which is an irony for someone who was an&amp;nbsp;eponymous&amp;nbsp;designer for Gucci).&lt;/div&gt;
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I really dislike Gucci for not having specific name to its merchandises (unlike Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent or even Christian Louboutin). Unique names for each item will personalize the said item, don't you think so? Like Hermes '&lt;i&gt;Birkin&lt;/i&gt;' bag, Chanel '&lt;i&gt;2.55&lt;/i&gt;' bag, Louis Vuitton '&lt;i&gt;Acapulco&lt;/i&gt;' sneakers (ehem) and Adidas '&lt;i&gt;JS Wings&lt;/i&gt;' sneakers (ehem), to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, back to this pair. Although the monogram looks like an overkill, actually they are shown only on the lateral side (&lt;i&gt;I just had to apply that term from my dentistry background, sorry&lt;/i&gt;) of the shoe instead of covering its entirety. The trimmings are of dark blue leather and there's a&amp;nbsp;Velcro strap adorned with a 'G'.&lt;/div&gt;
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My hommie Ayi really loves this one and he has been wearing it around at any chance he got - much to the delight of his YSL and another Gucci sneakers for giving them a much-needed rest. He likes monograms so it suits him better.&lt;/div&gt;
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This one retails for RM1700 before 30% discount. Purchased in Gucci Suria KLCC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I heard lots of rave reviews from film critics and the not-so-nice comments made about the movie&amp;nbsp;despite its lead actress Kirsten Dunst scored Best Actress at 2011 Cannes Film Festival. Even Rosie O'Donnell said something brutal about her experience watching Melancholia (&lt;i&gt;"I'd rather give birth on the floor of an igloo rather than watching it again"&lt;/i&gt;). Needless to say, I was intrigued and I watched it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Taking from IMDB.com, in a nutshell, the movie is about &lt;i&gt;"t&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;wo sisters (Dunst &amp;amp; Gainsbourg) find their already strained relationship challenged as a mysterious new planet (Melancholia) threatens to collide with the Earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know, the movie sounds absurd. You would have expected stuff like this would be made by Steven Spielberg or James Cameron, not Lars von Trier (the director).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;However, after spending a good 2 hours and 5 minutes watching it, I must say Melancholia is a very good film without ridiculous turns or plots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The film starts with a slow-mo set of (beautiful, gorgeous) pictures but will keep you asking &lt;i&gt;'What the hell is this?'&lt;/i&gt;. I won't blame anyone for having that thought as you see slow-mo, digitally-altered clips of Kirsten Dunst running in the woods with her legs tied to long tree roots, electric current emancipates from her fingers, bride laying down in river etc. Crazy, I know but as the movie progresses, you will learn that those set of slow-mo clips are basically a complete recap of the movie itself - even before it starts! Surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lars von Trier explores two main central issues in this picture: vulnerability and dependency. He tries to provoke a new dimension in looking at how we connect to and affect each other. When Melancholia (the new, strange planet) is about to collide with earth, we can see how relationships between characters change, some for the better and others for worse. Family ties are questioned during time in need and emotional support from your loved ones becomes a luxury.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The film is divided into two parts: the first part is about Kirsten Dunst's character 'Justine' where she can't find happiness even on the day of her wedding. Her mother disowns her marriage and her father is indifferent to her breakdown. The second part is about Justine's sister 'Claire' played by Gainsbourg and this part further probes into the issues of vulnerability, helplessness, vanity, relationship and trust when Claire tried to strengthen her ties with Justine yet, having to face the probability of the world end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you fancy 'heavy' film with lots of issues embedded, then this one's for you. I give it 7.5 out of 10, because it's tad too long (over 2 hours), too slow and sometimes the artful presentation of the film annoyed me although&amp;nbsp;aesthetically-pleasing (akin to Tom Ford's 'The Single Man').&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I said I was going to up the ante for my 25th birthday, I didn't mean ONLY getting that Louis Vuitton sneakers for my birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have to admit, this purchase was quite inadvertent since I only had my eye on those Acapulco sneakers. But, a quick detour into a Ferragamo boutique proved to be a successful hunt when I saw these hi-tops.&lt;/div&gt;
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Say hello to the Italian craftsmanship wonder named Colonia from the house's Fall/Winter 2011 collection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This baby is encapsulated in dark leather, canvas and suede finishing with the the house's monogram at the hind part in nylon fabric. The shoe laces are in black but there's an extra pair of laces given in white (ick!). I think I'd go for the black one, all the way.&lt;/div&gt;
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What I love most about this pair is the attention to details given, as in any other Ferragamo shoes. The&amp;nbsp;stitching were immaculate, the fitting were superb and the small monograms here and there added that touch of Ferragamo-ness in every pair (like that metal top shoe lace holder and the white rubber sole). Tres chic.&lt;/div&gt;
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This pair of Colonia retails for RM2030 but I got them at RM1400 after a hefty 30% discount. This was the last pair available in Ferragamo at Suria KLCC. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Come to think of it, I used to drool over its predecessor exactly a year ago whenever I passed by that window display in its Pavilion KL store. Now, I proudly own one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For my 22nd birthday I received a pair of gorgeous white&amp;nbsp;Louis Vuitton&amp;nbsp;sneakers. For 23rd birthday, I received an iPod Touch (it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in thing at the time, alright). For 24th birthday, I received an iPad which did lots of good things to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For the upcoming 25th birthday, I decided to up the ante once more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since everyone knows my undying love for good shoes, it came as to no surprise when I decided to get a pair of sneakers for my 25th birthday. So I did some homework - flipped through the magazines, browsed the net, running through online catalogues. Finally I made up my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want a pair of Louis Vuitton Acapulco sneakers. They are gorgeous, rugged, masculine and a little too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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One of the perks working in Bukit Bintang is that you can just swing by the Louis Vuitton boutique in Starhill Gallery during your lunchtime and browsed through the goods. I saw three Acapulcos - in white, black and navy blue leathers proudly on display and I felt all giddy inside with excitement.&lt;/div&gt;
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The next day, I dropped by the boutique again with my hommie Ayi and purchased the navy blue one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I prefer this one to that of the other two because the leather is thicker and (I believe) more fitted for someone &amp;nbsp;who doesn't really know how to take a good care of his shoes, not to mention a clumsy one too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What I love most about this pair of sneakers is the profound leather texture, it just exudes truckload of masculinity besides just being a pretty pair of footwear. There is a monogram on the side with labels printed on the tongue and the hind side of the sole. I don't think it is hard to see why I fell in love with these babies. They are just gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;
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They are available for RM2600. Thanks to Ayi.&lt;/div&gt;
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PS: Starting with this pair, I decided to do something new - an unboxing video like those you see on YouTube. Now you can see it in motion. Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;
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After what seemed like 20,000 light years, I finally graduated, officially.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Frankly speaking, it felt mighty good to wear that indigo robe with silver lapel and being surrounded by my loved ones. It would be even better had my 'bontots' joined me in Dewan Tunku Canselor, UM that day (good God, I miss you guys).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I even received a huge casablanca bouquet from Ayi and Mie. They certainly knew my favorite flower (thanks guys).&lt;/div&gt;
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I won't detail on what went down that day - it was the same old routine every graduates had to undergo for convocation. But I would tell how important that day was to me. It marked a milestone in my life - all the way from there to here, with all challenges, sadness, difficulties, downsides and painful times which I had never fully disclosed nor confided to anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Each step I took toward that scroll reminded me my journey since 4-5 years ago - for that one scroll. God knows how painful it was but I guess up to this point, I'd say it was all worth the agony. The unbearable pain seemed to have&amp;nbsp;dissipated.&lt;/div&gt;
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As graduation gifts, I received a gorgeous ck Calvin Klein white dress shirt from Mie (which I couldn't stop wearing again and again) and a BlackBerry PlayBook from Ayi (which I recorded &lt;a href="http://daysofdelirium.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-silly-attempt-on-super-bass.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; Super Bass video with).&lt;/div&gt;
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I thank each and every one of you who wished me well at any point of time, for your prayers have certainly did me good.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I walked away from the stage, I turned my head to the thousands of guests but I only saw one person - that 18-year-old Khairizan who walked into Dewan Tunku Canselor for the first time during his Asasi UM orientation week and dreamed of walking on that stage, wearing that graduation robe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd say to him, "You'll make it through but you need to persevere big time, man."&lt;br /&gt;
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Congratulations to my close and awesome friends, Zafirah and Imran on their marriage.&lt;/div&gt;
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Having being friends for six years, it was a real pleasure for me to see them taking their courtship from Asasi UM to the dais last week. They are the epitome of unconditional, real love - through thick and thin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So here's to Firah and Imran, may you both have a pleasant wedded life from this moment on. I can't wait to be Uncle Kye to your future kids.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like Beyonce said, if you like it then you should put a ring on it. Guess Imran really liked Firah then, winks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Congratulations again, my friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Small gift for the newlyweds from Ayi and I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-O40kD76h4/TpBlU-CZhXI/AAAAAAAACEU/jmVUniwmKi0/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-O40kD76h4/TpBlU-CZhXI/AAAAAAAACEU/jmVUniwmKi0/s400/IMG_0183.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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While I was strolling around Suria KLCC the other day waiting for my movie, I stopped by a gadget shop on level 3. A cool-looking Jabra headphone caught my attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The headphone was cordless and in simple plain black. I liked it, but I didn't dare to enquire further after looking at its pretty hefty pricetag.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I went for my movie (it was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Fright Night&lt;/i&gt; - a quite entertaining flick, just to digress) and I still lingered around that gadget store afterwards. After some 'Oohs' and 'Aahs', drooling over the headphone, I made my move - before stopping abruptly and heading back to the store for the third time.&lt;/div&gt;
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Obvious enough, the first thing that store owner (I presumed) said to me the moment I stepped foot inside was: "You came back for the headphone, eh? I saw you three times already - checking out this headphone. You must really liked them."&lt;/div&gt;
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Err... I didn't know it was so obvious.&lt;/div&gt;
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That guy, Francis, gladly elaborated the specs and features of this Jabra Halo 2 headphone to Ayi and I. I later learned, this headphone was dope, yo - Bluetooth connectivity with corded USB option, inner velvet finishing for comfort, double built-in microphone for hands-free phone calls, able to connect 2 devices at the same time, up to 2 weeks standby time, LED status and battery display, crystal clear sound, enhanced bass, surreal surround sound with noise blackout and touch-sensitive controller (simply slide up and down the right ear piece to increase or decrease volume, respectively, and double tap to change song track).&lt;br /&gt;
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Whoa. That was mouthful. Oh, it also bends for easy storage. The moment you bend it, it turns off - vice versa. How smart.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I immediately got one since I'd be needing it for work and travelling purposes. No more wire/corded audio device for me, no more &lt;i&gt;my-headphone-wire-got-tangled-to-women's-handbag-in-packed-train&lt;/i&gt; situation.&lt;/div&gt;
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A week after I bought it, that guy Francis still remembered me while I accidentally passed by his store and he immediately asked me "How's your Jabra headphone? I hope you're enjoying it."&lt;/div&gt;
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I certainly am. This awesomeness retails for RM548.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Alright, this was done at 2 in the morning and please pardon my appearance and my kookiness. I only did this because I liked the song, I was feeling like singing to it and recording myself doing so that early morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love this song and yeah, I love it! Oh yeah, just a few disclaimers:&lt;br /&gt;
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#1: I can't sing and I can't rap. I don't expect a recording deal from this video.&lt;br /&gt;
#2: Please ignore my greasy face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-3744207146450339103?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I really believe I should get an award or something from RIM for tirelessly choosing BlackBerry as my communication device.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I really love this one. Bulky, heavy and sexy - that's how I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-1632710545648787024?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Six months passed by so quickly and we had ended our training course under FSTEP on 26th August 2011, before having our one-week break and dispersing to our respective sponsoring financial institutions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Although it was really dreadful in the beginning, the rest of the journey was an enjoyable one as we became one big family of 110 individuals. Needless to say, some of them - six, to be accurate - have become a large part of my life and I'm proud to call them as my close friends. So, a big thank you to all of you and particularly Zetty, Ekin, Didi, Min, Kila and Iqa. You guys made my days in FSTEP beyond pleasant and many thanks for all of your help and support.&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy to say, I've made a mark in FSTEP before I left the building - in fact, two marks. One with the article I wrote for FSTEP newsletter and another, err, the scar which I still have when I ate the floor in the auditorium. Both are here to stay with me as mementos of my being there.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, my nine other friends and I were chosen for this second CSR programme, a collaboration between FSTEP and Bank Rakyat. The moment I knew we had to manage about 200 primary schoolchildren from 8am to 4pm during the entire programme, I got weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I do love children but loving and being good at managing them are two &lt;i&gt;wayyyy &lt;/i&gt;different things. But as any other Capricorn did whenever encountering a challenge, I rose to the occasion (chewah). &lt;i&gt;I had to, anyway&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The CSR programme was primarily conducted by Bank Rakyat to encourage schoolchildren to save and open a savings account with them (&lt;i&gt;clever&lt;/i&gt;). The day-long programme had a number of fun activities for the children including a science show by Petrosains team (in which I had fun watching it too). Us FSTEP participants acted as facilitators during the entire day, helping the children with their tasks and group activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although these kids did get cheeky and fun to mingle with, there were times when I just felt like punching them &lt;i&gt;(slow and hard)&lt;/i&gt; whenever they got too excited or simply couldn't take simple instructions, like, queueing up (which was most of the time). Tea break and lunch time were even more chaotic and needless to say, we had to come up with a stricter measure - which shall not be disclosed here &lt;i&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/i&gt;. Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am proud to say, I have a greater respect for school teachers for having to deal with these issues &lt;i&gt;every.single.day&lt;/i&gt;. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite that, one or two kids caught my attention that day. They were well-behaved, witty, super intelligent and just awesome to sit down and have a proper conversation with. One of them even became my subject when I had to do an oral presentation for the FSTEP final assessment test (thanks Syahmi for the inspiration).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the time the programme ended, all of us were completely drained of energy. Having to manage and chase around 200 schoolchildren were no easy job, alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Initially I was dreadful of the thought that I needed to sacrifice my Saturday morning to entertain a bunch of sick children. Although I have a huge heart about the whole corporate social responsibility/giving-back-to-society thing, I was still not ready to give up one-half of my precious weekend for this occasion (&lt;i&gt;I have a new appreciation for weekends eversince I started working, mind you&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, once I reached the Pediatric Ward of Hospital Kuala Lumpur that morning, I was overcame with a strange cocktail of feelings - I was happy and felt really privileged to be there with these children, as well as with huge compassion for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That Saturday, it was all about the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For some few minutes, on and off, I forgot about my ugly orange FSTEP t-shirt which I had to wear that day. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was nothing much we could do to entertain this children except by holding a puppet show for them and organizing coloring and card-making activities. We even invited a clown to entertained them with some tricks and jokes, and the children along with their parents and staff nurses were clearly enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In between the activities, we did a sing-along of 'Rasa Sayang' under Jonathan's helm with all of the FSTEP participants and the audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, we distributed the goody bags from ward to ward, meeting and greeting the patients. Some of us went to the pediatric oncology ward, from which they returned red-eyed with tears running down their cheeks. I guess you know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Participating in this CSR event opened up a whole new dimension for me in terms of being grateful to my well-being and the capacity to give back to the less fortunate lot. Most importantly, it showed me that each of us had the ability to put a smile of these children face through simple gestures of love. A hug, a smile or simply a light chat with them conveyed the message &lt;i&gt;'I care about you'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would I do it all over again in the future? Definitely.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/265061_10150229513191440_703966439_7947287_4621215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 365px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/265061_10150229513191440_703966439_7947287_4621215_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the Head of FSTEP, Mr Lee Khee Joo (far left). Everyone was faking a smile.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269132_10150229513421440_703966439_7947293_4028745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 377px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269132_10150229513421440_703966439_7947293_4028745_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ever-so-lovely Ranjini entertaining a small patient&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263123_10150229513521440_703966439_7947296_550785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 370px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263123_10150229513521440_703966439_7947296_550785_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didi with a patient and her parent&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/259956_10150229513661440_703966439_7947301_4196565_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 365px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/259956_10150229513661440_703966439_7947301_4196565_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No prize for guessing who sponsored lunch for the day&lt;/span&gt;
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I've been meaning to do so today but little did I know, for all the wrong reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;I never liked/loved any artiste as much as I loved Amy Winehouse. I loved her as a singer/songwriter, not as a celebrity. She was one of those few people who really had a knack in writing and singing her songs straight from her heart and needless to say, the songs she wrote were honest, sincere, raw and very poignant - a reflection of her own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;Today, she was found dead in her apartment at the age of 27 - at the return of Saturn. Too soon, Amy, too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;They would never be any perfect word to describe her brilliance as an artiste. Her work of art speaks for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;I love you Amy. Now, rest in peace and may you find comfort at the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;I'll never go back to black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-4243471573077613969?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Even if they did, I couldn't find it here in KL or Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying this sandals means I had to abandon my 4-year pledge of not buying Burberry items (since they support illegal fur trade). So you can imagine just how much I really liked this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is made of pure leather with metal studs here and there. The metal buckles are engraved with the label, same goes with the leather insole and rubber sole. The leather straps are held together by a velvet patch at the front side and there is a leather patch for the tying straps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took them for a 'test drive' on the very next day and whoa, the response I got was overwhelming. The most rewarding part was when random strangers stopped me and complimented the sandals. It confirmed the obvious - my sandals are fierce! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Burberry Prorsum line is only available in its Pavilion KL boutique, you can go and get it there while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It retails for RM2295. There goes my entire month's paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48YK7TskJ9c/TgcRGLHC7MI/AAAAAAAACBI/zVU2zy-gILo/s1600/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48YK7TskJ9c/TgcRGLHC7MI/AAAAAAAACBI/zVU2zy-gILo/s400/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622481457554582722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLnq6NiIvTU/TgcQaFw55QI/AAAAAAAACAw/6fHxJyPp4ks/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLnq6NiIvTU/TgcQaFw55QI/AAAAAAAACAw/6fHxJyPp4ks/s400/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622480700205294850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbAQoffm9SQ/TgcQg8NbG9I/AAAAAAAACA4/FLgJO3rqEeY/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbAQoffm9SQ/TgcQg8NbG9I/AAAAAAAACA4/FLgJO3rqEeY/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622480817899641810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LabpKqgkk6Y/TgcRQbGSvfI/AAAAAAAACBY/m0t3AY2rFKw/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LabpKqgkk6Y/TgcRQbGSvfI/AAAAAAAACBY/m0t3AY2rFKw/s400/IMG_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622481633645084146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3358506573329416013-7911132591910680745?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had no idea about this Thomas Harris' masterpiece until she suggested me to give it a try (I know, I know, I should be punished for not knowing about this book's existence. Dumb) and just like what she told me, it was full of gore and plain gruesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Short, lots of graphic, sadistic events take place in this book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the benefit of my fellow few readers who are still in the dark about this book, &lt;b&gt;Hannibal by Thomas Harris&lt;/b&gt; is about the namesake, a cannibalistic serial killer who escaped to Italy and being hunted by his rich, surviving victim, Mason Verger with the help of a tainted Italian detective and a corrupt US government official. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the same time, there's Clarice Starling - an FBI agent who's trying to fix her bad reputation from a raid-gone-wrong by pursuing Dr Hannibal Lecter. Interestingly, the antagonist likes her (as told from previous books and through their encounters) and understands her better than anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest of the book looks into the dizzying parts where Dr Hannibal makes his mark professionally in Italy before escaping back to the United States with all the scheming, hunting and killing take place in between. One can appreciate how Dr Hannibal manages to keep his composure and remained cool (and witty?) even during the most pressing times. That makes him and the book interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the movie version of it (released in 2001) is somewhat disappointing, considering you have read the book. It has been simplified to the max, lots of details in the book have been taken out, some characters are not included and the major bummer of all, the ending is not like what's in the book. I still prefer the book's ending as it tells the ultimate connection between Clarice Starling and Dr Hannibal, while the movie's one appeals more to Hollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think you like clever, charming psychopath with lots of blood and human organs spewing out in a book? Then go and read this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3358506573329416013-569935348211066403?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Starting with the black one two years ago and another pair in grey last year, now I have the third one in my collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet the transparent/clear version of JS Wings for Spring/Summer 2011 collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had seen this one on the internet a couple of months ago and quickly fell in love with it (as usual). I just had to show it to everyone I knew and even posted it on my Twitter account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little did I know Juice KL had brought it in into their store in Bangsar - in April! Gasp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This baby comes in perforated clear plastic surface with white leather trimming and matching white shoe laces. The sole is of white rubber and the inner sole is white as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally think this one easily tops the most quirky shoes I've ever owned. I just have to make sure I pair it with the best socks I have as, well, everything is see-through! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to my hommies Mie for checking this out for me in Juice KL and to Ayi for surprising me with this as soon as I got back from work. Such a pleasant (and much welcomed) surprise! It retails for RM699 per pair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOFyDdj_RFw/TdEJPFZfOoI/AAAAAAAAB_8/xFBEM6HhN-g/s1600/IMG_0133_600x600_100KB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOFyDdj_RFw/TdEJPFZfOoI/AAAAAAAAB_8/xFBEM6HhN-g/s400/IMG_0133_600x600_100KB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607273165804747394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F64y2zPepSI/TdEJPads9BI/AAAAAAAACAM/CepCExeNkqo/s1600/IMG_0136_600x600_100KB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F64y2zPepSI/TdEJPads9BI/AAAAAAAACAM/CepCExeNkqo/s400/IMG_0136_600x600_100KB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607273171459568658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9aBRKKeGdg/TdEJO4N2u-I/AAAAAAAAB_0/8BGdeDCai7E/s1600/IMG_0132_600x600_100KB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9aBRKKeGdg/TdEJO4N2u-I/AAAAAAAAB_0/8BGdeDCai7E/s400/IMG_0132_600x600_100KB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607273162266295266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OesMPJJr6Tk/TdEJPChm_II/AAAAAAAACAE/Z9G13Ds97SE/s1600/IMG_0139x_600x600_100KB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OesMPJJr6Tk/TdEJPChm_II/AAAAAAAACAE/Z9G13Ds97SE/s400/IMG_0139x_600x600_100KB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607273165033503874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My winged babies - so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3358506573329416013-369627381877920426?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The old one was, well, old and in a relatively bad shape (bless those shoes for all these years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spend half of my entire a month's pay to buy a good pair from Dunhill or Hugo Boss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(damn those lace-ups looked good)&lt;/span&gt;, or I could settle for much less with a high-street label instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having used to my Lanvin lace-ups, I really wanted to go for another designer label  for my second formal shoes. Trust me, they don't cost a bomb for nothing  - designer labels' shoes are so comfortable and fit your feet like gloves. At least, that is what they are for men's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't want to damage these potential new shoes as I'd be using them intensively for work - at least 20 days per month. That kinda defeats the whole purpose of having formal/work shoes, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to settle with less expensive ones instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, boy, it was SO hard to find a decent pair with a much, much less pricetag.  The cheap ones were either too ugly, too bulky, too pointy, uncomfortable or simply all of them at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came this pair from Pedro. Quite reasonably-priced, OK-design, quite comfortable and made of leather, no less. So I bought it without contemplating, after doing rounds of checking one store to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I looked funny in these quite-pointy lace-ups but so far I got nothing but positive remarks from my friends and other people. I hope they weren't lying, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is RM319 and available in Pedro, Suria KLCC. They have quite a selection of shoes and I recommend the store to everyone with a strict budget of RM35o and below for footwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait til I get extra cash in hand, I'm going to get one of those ridiculously-sexy Florsheim shoes.&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/3358506573329416013-4217359023399564641?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Twenty-five years later, she still has no idea what had happened to her father, mother and younger brother that morning - until a series of strange things started to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a strange feeling that someone is watching her wherever she goes. She bumped into a man who looked like her missing brother a number of times. Her aunt, the only surviving family relative she has, was killed before she could tell her secrets that could changed her life. She claims her father is attempting to reconnect with her although her husband now thinks she's on the verge of becoming insane - or is she not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most special part about this book is probably the big question mark about her family's disappearance that keeps me glued to its pages. It's a fast-paced, thriller fiction with enough reasons embedded between the lines to make you stay intrigued until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before climax, you would have figured out what actually happened to Cynthia's family and it just kind of killed the excitement. In my opinion, if Barclay had hold back some of the information and just let the characters spilled it indirectly as the story progressed, it would have helped to keep the momentum alive until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Barclay's other titles in Borders the other day, but having read No Time for Goodbye, I wasn't so sure as whether to pick them up or not. This one itself was good but the final part of the book kind of killed the steam gathered from the beginning - as if he got tired of writing it and decided to end it right away and in the most inglorious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have it a go and do let me know if you think otherwise.&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/3358506573329416013-7837206542407681638?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sakina and I both studied in the Center for Foundation Studies in Science, Universiti Malaya, where we first got to know each other and later became friends. A year later, we both changed our degree courses and studied economics together in the same batch, of course alongside our best pals Ami, Fifi and Faris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time moved so fast and now, another one has left the nest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We celebrated the new phase of Sakina and Yusuf's life in Holiday Villa, Subang where their wedding reception was held. The Indian-themed wedding brought back familiar faces from UM and yeah, it was a night we wouldn't ever forget. Our baby girl Sakina, always the darling in the group, got hitched to her prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As per requested by the bride herself, Ami and Lia performed some of Sakina's favorite songs during the reception and we joined them on stage while they sang the final song, 'Just the Way You Are'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The after-party was a different story by itself. We sang and danced alongside the newlyweds to some Hindi and English songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I'm writing this, the new Mr and Mrs Yusuf have settled down in Kuwait City, Kuwait - a place she now calls home. All the best to this new phase and you will always have our prayers with you, wherever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congratulations, S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/218132_10150160140596440_703966439_7351288_7927284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 341px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/218132_10150160140596440_703966439_7351288_7927284_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bride's bling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/216154_10150160147826440_703966439_7351346_1462544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 341px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/216154_10150160147826440_703966439_7351346_1462544_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208032_10150160128816440_703966439_7351146_6271637_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 456px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/208032_10150160128816440_703966439_7351146_6271637_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/207463_10150160141196440_703966439_7351292_5516978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 456px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/207463_10150160141196440_703966439_7351292_5516978_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty girls in a row: Eza, Mariam, Ami, Akma &amp;amp; Fifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/218146_10150160134171440_703966439_7351211_1852449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/218146_10150160134171440_703966439_7351211_1852449_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayi &amp;amp; Didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/206375_10150160139571440_703966439_7351280_6943123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 427px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/206375_10150160139571440_703966439_7351280_6943123_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faris &amp;amp; Ann Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150160818716440"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150160818716440" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-1118669286447890786?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just like that, a year has passed by and my hommie Ayi is now a year older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't really know what to get him for his big day so I chipped in some cash and asked him to do the honor of buying anything he wanted. So, he chose to get a new pair of sneakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After doing some laps around Pavilion KL and Starhill Gallery, he finally decided that these navy blue suede high-top sneakers from Yves Saint Laurent were the best choice. Trust me, I had no influence on his decision *&lt;i&gt;roll eyes&lt;/i&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2G6pslbKn1U/TcUmqKw8a4I/AAAAAAAAB_E/MG2gxjcfkXg/s1600/IMG_0146_600x600_100KB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2G6pslbKn1U/TcUmqKw8a4I/AAAAAAAAB_E/MG2gxjcfkXg/s400/IMG_0146_600x600_100KB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603927817218452354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_p7TlihNHLs/TcUl-Tcva6I/AAAAAAAAB-0/3p0UBF-atbc/s1600/IMG_0140_600x600_100KB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_p7TlihNHLs/TcUl-Tcva6I/AAAAAAAAB-0/3p0UBF-atbc/s400/IMG_0140_600x600_100KB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603927063635389346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJySFLIaZzs/TcUmpxpgX_I/AAAAAAAAB-8/ha2G3PT6ISk/s1600/IMG_0141_600x600_100KB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJySFLIaZzs/TcUmpxpgX_I/AAAAAAAAB-8/ha2G3PT6ISk/s400/IMG_0141_600x600_100KB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603927810476367858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malibu High-top Sneakers in Navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I reaffirmed my approval on these sneakers for its super sexy cut, color, the dark blue patent leather trimming, the gigantic tongue with YSL logo emblazoned, the pony hair at the back, padded insole and comfortable rubber sole - what's not to like about this footwear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ironically I had set my eyes on it 2,3 months ago and little did I know he would be the one to own it - not me! Talk about being blessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy 31st birthday Mr Ayi. Thanks for being a close, close person to me of all these years. Now go and rock those fierce YSL kicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yves Saint Laurent is available in Couture Pavilion, Pavilion KL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-8156094818138411511?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The first few pages were dizzyingly confusing; the next few chapters were intriguing while the rest of the book was painfully long and criss-crossed with one era and the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova tells the story of the author’s hunt of Vlad Tepes or the fictional version of it, The Dracula in the 1970s with her father. The quest started off when she found an old book with a woodcut dragon in the middle of the book in her father’s library and led the latter to reveal her how he had accidentally found the book during his student days in 1950s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, we will learn why the author’s father had wanted to keep the book secret for years especially with his professor’s disappearance after he had shown him the same book when he found it. As the author travels around Europe with his father, she begins putting together the pieces of the mystery of Count Vlad the Impaler’s whereabouts to find his final resting place and hopefully, find her father’s missing professor again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What makes this book a taxing task is the amount of attention you need to give to every page read. The main plotline takes place during the 1970s, as the author recalls her own experience and travelling with her father to unravel the mystery. The next plotline is in 1950s, when her father recalls his own experience discovering the book and up until his journey to the Eastern Europe for the same purpose. The final plotline takes place in 1930s, whenever her father’s professor, Bartholomew Rossi recalls his own experience to the author’s father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confused much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As someone who has never really ventured deeply into Count Vlad’s history (except of some verbal lessons from my friend Akmal who lives in Bucharest, the world capital of Dracula), I found the first few pages quite impossible to read. I almost lost my interest in the book since it seemed the book was written in German – I couldn’t understand a thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But as the story progressed, I learned to pick up the pace and my interest slowly grew as I wanted to know more of Vlad the Impaler and why was he assumed not to be buried in wherever he was. I must admit, Kostova’s writing sometimes gave me chills when she described how she could feel the Dracula’s presence whenever she and her father were talking about it. But the rest of the book was painfully long and I had a great relief once I flipped open the final page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Final note, the book itself is worth reading if you don’t plan on finishing it in a short time. If it’s not for the storyline, you’ll appreciate the history of Count Vlad and its fictional equivalent, Bram Stroker’s Dracula, as told throughout the book. With so many historical events unfolded, intriguing plotline and the surreal sensation thrown in, no wonder the book made its way into the New York Times bestseller’s list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3358506573329416013-4005818825908087987?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yeah, maybe. But all I could think of was how dreadfully boring it would be - learning grammar, vocabulary etc all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, we were divided into five groups according to our level of proficiency - lower intermediate, intermediate, upper intermediate and two classes of advanced students. I won't tell you which class I belonged to *winks*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;True, we had to learn the basic things in English - pronunciation, grammar, vocabulary, tenses etc. Besides that, there were also writing skills session, presentations (individual &amp;amp; group), group discussions, communication and listening classes and many other activities deemed necessary for our work later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the end of the first week, I had to admit I was wrong in assuming the English classes would be one dull and arduous month for all of us. Although we had our textbook provided by the British Council, we only referred to it once or twice every day as our activities are mostly done through presentations, games, casual conversations and sometimes event treasure hunt all over the FSTEP area! Fun as it may sound, all was done for our learning benefit and not merely to kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our trainers weren't your typical school English teachers, mind you. They were fun, open-minded, flexible to our suggestions/ requests and nonetheless, very knowledgeable in their teaching. For my class, we had two trainers and both were absolutely fun to work with. Miss Jackie Clarke and Miss Iman Sasso, you guys were fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you can't tell from the photos, we had so much fun during our one-month intensive English course and needless to say, gained a lot more by the end of the course. Hopefully, the remaining 4-5 months of technical financial class after this would be as delightful as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199513_10150144616121440_703966439_7227655_2649038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 484px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199513_10150144616121440_703966439_7227655_2649038_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aliff toying around with my water bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206243_10150144618141440_703966439_7227669_2197699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 351px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206243_10150144618141440_703966439_7227669_2197699_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Miss Iman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206773_10150144619536440_703966439_7227674_3141928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 356px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206773_10150144619536440_703966439_7227674_3141928_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Miss Jackie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190741_10150144622941440_703966439_7227698_7230247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 360px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190741_10150144622941440_703966439_7227698_7230247_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Err..igore this photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-4294140482754635267?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know, most people will be very generous with snark response to that - saying things like 'Eh, first time in Singapore? LOL'. I'm going to take it with a pinch of salt and shake it off since that's not important - at least now I've been there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since both of us hadn't taken the train in the longest time, Ayi and I agreed to board one from KL to Singapore's Keppel Road Station (a.k.a Tanjong Pagar Station). It took us eight hours and needless to say, our butt was sore from the long journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most striking thing about this Lion City was its lush greenery. Despite having a minuscule land size for everything, environmental part was still a major priority. You could see huge trees and shady walkways, up from Woodlands in the north to Jurong in the south. All of the residential buildings looked so livable, be it the flats, condos or the bungalows. I gave my biggest thumb up ever for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our trip here this time was mainly to check out the shopping districts. Universal Studios and Sentosa Island might have to wait for our next visit. First stop: the glamorous, infamous Orchard Road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Orchard MRT Station was right below ION Orchard - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; ION Orchard. Man, I was totally spoiled for choice here. The selection was INSANE and some stores were not to be found here in Malaysia. Fashion aficionados should really check out the spacious stores of Dior Homme, Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana and my personal favorite, DSquared2. Salivate all you want over the goods offered here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orchard Road wasn't just about ION Orchard. There were gazillion others of  shopping complexes worth visiting such as Wisma Atria, the fabulous Takashimaya in Ngee Ann City (which housed Christian Louboutin), Paragon, Knightsbridge, Mandarin Gallery, Forum, Tangs, Palais Renaissance and of course, Hilton Shopping Gallery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hilton Shopping Gallery has got to be my favorite place, offering wide array of stores like Bottega Veneta, Lanvin, Issey Miyake, Louis Vuitton, the quirky store of Comme des Garcons, Marni and many others. The most fabulous part of this place is the Club 21 Men's store where you can find various designer goods over its three levels. Kris van Assche, Alexander McQueen, Givenchy, Balenciaga, Yves Saint Laurent and Jill Sander - to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh, the price was relatively cheaper here than in Malaysia. For instance, a YSL top cost around 600 bucks (after conversion to ringgit) whereas in KL, the same one cost over 800 bucks. Zara was cheaper too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I chose to abstain from buying designer goods on my first visit for I afraid I might overspend. Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a positive note, I've been acquainted to a new high-street brand called Muji, (thanks Ayi!) originating from Japan like its counterpart, Uniqlo and offered great pieces at great prices. I bought a loose cardigan here (since I can't get my hands off it) and I loved it to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I loved how Singapore paid attention to small details like making sure EVERY single pedestrian button on the traffic lights functioned and providing wide walkways, complete with those jagged slabs for the blind. For Orchard Road, the walkway was extra wide and strolling down the road from one mall to the next was an enjoyable, effortless one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Ayi and I couldn't simply close our eyes and swallow down any food we stumbled into, we chose to head to the nearest mosque and had our lunch there. A cleaner in Mandarin Gallery told us that there were a mosque just beside Paragon but we couldn't see any mosque since we were anticipating something with a glistening dome and some minarets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, no. The mosque is a big four or five-story building with multilevel carpark, function rooms and a small eatery at the ground floor - mind you. Okay we were impressed. Just a couple of steps from those posh shopping complexes, you could find this mosque - in this ultra cool area of Orchard. Back in KL, city center was so 'precious' that you couldn't allocate a mosque in the Golden Triangle. If it was not for KLCC, we wouldn't have any mosque in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216413_10150153902681440_703966439_7299329_6195751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/216413_10150153902681440_703966439_7299329_6195751_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206945_10150153902041440_703966439_7299312_2225669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 282px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/206945_10150153902041440_703966439_7299312_2225669_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayi enjoying his nasi lemak in al-Falah Mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent about five hours jumping from one place to another in Orchard proximity before heading to the spanking new Marina Bay Sands. Since the LRT line intended for the shopping complex has yet to be completed, we had to stop at Marina Bay MRT station and walk about 10 minutes before reaching the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This expansive shopping mall was a part of the casino and hotel complex under the international brand of Sands. As in any other shopping complexes in Singapore, Marina Bay Sands offered the same expensive designer labels over its three (or four?) levels. Oh, there was an ice rink too near the foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/207211_10150153906201440_703966439_7299413_2464790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 483px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/207211_10150153906201440_703966439_7299413_2464790_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205513_10150153906471440_703966439_7299423_4794607_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 270px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205513_10150153906471440_703966439_7299423_4794607_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205117_10150153911371440_703966439_7299586_528255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/205117_10150153911371440_703966439_7299586_528255_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the Marina Bay and Marina Bay Sands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Overall, Singapore was really nice to us and so did the Singaporeans we had to stop and ask for direction whenever we got lost. The trains were insanely-efficient and the escalators throughout the city state were FAST - I like it. I hate slow things and slow idiots, which Singapore had none of the both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon reaching KL, we were already thinking of our next plan to return to Singapore. I have my eyes on that YSL t-shirt and more Muji cardigans :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-4884732351157951705?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some take comfort indulging delicious food or chocolates. Others simply need a company of their loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me? If you have known me well, it wouldn't take long to figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, shoes. You (or I, actually) can never have too many shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily I had another good reason (or excuse?) to get some new pairs. I needed new shoes for work since the one I wear now are no longer in its top form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never really liked this Lanvin pair the first time I laid my eyes on them since it looked rather casual and inappropriate for formal wear. But, after some persuasion from Ayi, I gave it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my. These shoes really enveloped my feet the moment I slipped it on. It wasn't too tight or too loose, neither was it uncomfortable nor painful when worn. It was the greatest feeling one could have when trying on a shoe - a perfect fit. And it looked great on my feet too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lanvin is notorious for its simplistic design (and ultra-expensive price tag). I've been an avid fan of this house from afar for quite some years, so you can imagine how thrilled I am to (finally) own its footwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope these purchases would last longer than a day or two. This better be some extra strong push for work - and I have a strong feeling that it would be. You can never go wrong with a great pair of footwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll let you wonder about the price tag this time. Many thanks to Mr Ayi for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lanvin is available in Starhill Gallery until May 2011 before moving to Suria KLCC in the same month.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-4784279899597717823?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It remind me of how blessed I am to have such a great person like you as a close friend. After we have split the bills and bid adieu, I still thought about you and what we had discussed in the cafe (in between our silly jokes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naturally, I will say that I totally understand what you are going through right now while comforting you. But, I know no matter how much you share with me or how long we talk, I would never fully grasp your predicament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, as a concern friend, I can only offer some advice and comforting words based on my own experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have had the '&lt;i&gt;privilege&lt;/i&gt;' (if you may) of going through so many ups and downs thus far in my life. Hence, what I am about to say doesn't come from a self-help book but directly from my own self. Who's better to give you some suggestions from the one who had been there and back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, I have the utmost respect for your brilliance although I rarely brought that up in between us. I admire your quick-handedness and your ability to pull through even in the most dire situation and courses. I could never do what you have done, be it in school or in college, and why would I lie on that? I can easily pin-point ten people who would die to have less than half of your intelligence and loving persona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus, it breaks my heart to see you crumble into pieces due to some misfortunes you faced recently, though I know it meant a lot to you, personally. I'm so sorry for not being able to do more at that time due to some personal commitments and the most I could do was offer some soothing words through the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I may say this to you, you have certainly missed out the larger picture. You overlooked a whole other opportunities waiting for you and tapping at your door. A hiccup doesn't mean your speech is screwed. A stumble doesn't mean you can't get up ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You ought to look at the situation this way - '&lt;i&gt;Okay, I didn't make it. So, what's next?&lt;/i&gt;' There's no point lamenting on the past. As I have shared with you earlier, you have to make full use of what you have right now. Damn the people's expectation - they will still eat, breathe and carry on with their life regardless whether you flunked or excelled in your examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People can say a thousand and one things about what they want you to be but are you really living for them? Is this what you really want to be - pretending you're happy  as long as you're forever applauded for doing what they like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a change, why not take a slight detour. Cast away the tears, hold your head up high, get a decent job, excel at it and show them what you're truly capable of. Show them that you can still excel in your own mold. Take some pleasure by doing what you want with what you have without having to worry about others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the saying goes, when life gives you lemon, make lemonade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I appreciate how you said you always looked up to me for some guidance but I have to warn you, the road towards victory is full of tears, sweat, perseverance and lingering nay-sayers. It is never easy. As I have shared with you, I'm still in the journey to prove some people how wrong they were by saying I had made the wrong decision 4 years back. It's never easy but you have to be strong along the way and please keep in mind how wonderful the place at the end of the road would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most importantly, learn to love yourself. Nobody's going to love you more than yourself. Learn to accept your limits, your flaws, your imperfections and all the less-than-pleasant things about yourself that nobody but you know. Start to care for yourself as only by doing it, you can finally see how inane and wasteful those '&lt;i&gt;Why me?&lt;/i&gt;' moments are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are a wonderful person with a disgustingly brilliant brain and such a pleasant attitude. Don't let it go to waste due to some minor setbacks. With all of my love and support, I wish to see you successful, cheerful again and find peace in your next step in life. You can always count on me to stand by you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Through the darkest night, comes the brightest light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Khai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358506573329416013-1426029271319804021?l=daysofdelirium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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