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My name is Annabella Wee, 24 years old from Kuching and I'm a Chinese Kenyah. Thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I need to say each time there's a self introduction. Let me take you to the in sights of the pageant from the very beginning till the final day itself. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it all began a few days before the 7th November. Lenny buzzed me over MSN and asked me to join this  pageant. I was like... I'm old! But somehow, she managed to convince me. And so... There I was, registering on the 7th November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94 girls turned up on that day and I saw a few of my friends too! Glad to have seen them there or I would have been a lone ranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bla bla bla. And in the end, only 18 were selected!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 1 Annabella Wee Siew Mui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 2 Rita Berry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 3 Cynthia John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 4 Ordella Edwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 5 Priscilla Paya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 6 Jennifer Denis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 7 Cornelia Jonek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 8 Rajinder Kaur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 9 Donavie Juvinia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 10 Livonia Ricky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 11 Darcia Marsely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 12 Durin Edward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 13 Wibiamila Holiud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 14 Susan Uyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 15 Pamela Pang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 16 Claudia Nera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 17 Juliedawati Junaidi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. 18 Anglia Hendry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to rehearsing our dances, I am like omg... It's always... -No. 1! What are you doing?- I never like rehearsals cos I know I can't dance. Lol. So scary. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skip all those for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I guess everyone's been saying that we've been doing Tiger shows etc. Well, please understand that we're just the contestant and that we know nothing about the pattern of our clothes etc. Not all ladies joining the Miss World/Universe, wearing bikinis/swim wears are -naughty-,  in a sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite what everyone says, well, in act of defense, I must say, you don't actually get to wear something like that every time. Some don't even have a chance to wear such rare animal designed dress in their living years, so I'm just lucky to be one of the finalist. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, so want to know more behind the scenes? Catch the next blog from me soon as I'm soooooooooo sleepy now. Well, going to play Tales of the Abyss before going to sleep. Heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-2686322373948877120?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's essential. I communicate more through email with the person-in-charge though. Fast and precise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like any other companies or certain jobs, being a Cabin Crew needs commitment. Challenge doesn't start on your first day of training, but it starts as soon as you get the phone call/email saying that you've been selected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will schedule a time where you need to attend their briefings on the new Cabin Crew intake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenge 1: Surety/Guaranto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... This is actually the most difficult thing to do. You need to be geared up for this. You will need to find TWO sureties. Yes, 2. TWO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, you may think finding 2 Sureties/Guarantoes are easy. Fine. Secondly, they need to be 45 years old and below. YES. Age matters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some relatives may help but most won't. This is a tied agreement and no one wants to be tied down cos they are at risk, IF you happen to quit after 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, and the bond is for 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenge 2: Medical Examination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually easy. The only challenge here is to take your faeces specimen. Google the word faeces if you don't know what it is. Good luck in your techniques to acquire it. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenge 3: Bank Account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to have an account with either Maybank or CIMB. I have none. I do have CIMB but it's inactive. Failed to reactivate it. I'll have to sign up for a bank account in KL instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenge 4: Accomodation Provided NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... This is what fears everyone. Unless if you're in luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the training, accomodation will only be provided for a fortnight. After that, you will have to rent a place to stay on your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trainings are held in Kelana Jaya. Workplace, well, it's in KLIA, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to be able to find one soon though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for the challenges!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most may be happy due to the acceptance to work with MAS but at the same time, they'll be leaving home. Common issue here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I am neither happy nor sad. Ok, I lied. Well, I am happy that I'll be leaving home soon. Why? Cos I want to start my own life. I want to build my life. I don't want to be staying with my family forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being apart of MAS is a blessing. You get discounted travel fares and this is what I need. I imagine having a few days off, visiting my Dwayney one day. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, it's a long distance relationship. But I know that the distance will crumble some day... And that some day is soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-1477943506924152307?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The crowd was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt; to me. People were lining up all the way from the entrance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Requirements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Female: At least a 157 cm.&lt;br /&gt;   Male: At least a 165 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Credits in 5 subjects, at least,  including Malay, English and Maths, if not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! So, those are the basic requirements that you need to know. Next would be the stages conducted during the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get the form and fill it in. Forms are available at the counter. You need to line up after that to have your height measured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After your height's being measured. you'll need to get ready ALL your certified copies of your certificates and hand it over to those behind the registration counter. Your SPM slip is important, mind you. Don't forget to show your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Identity Card&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You will be directed to a room. This will be your waiting area. Mineral water in bottles are usually served but self-service, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A few names will be called out. About 5-6 names. Your interview will be conducted in a group. Please ease yourself earlier because you won't want to irritate the personnels conducting/assisting in the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes, you may need to wait outside the room before your group is called in. Once it's your/your group's turn, just enter. Greeting the interviewer is normal. I don't know you but I'm used to greet people. So, it's a common thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You need to RELAX. The room/place is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;. You'll be shivering for sure. I'd suggest you wear something that is able to keep you warm and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Interview starts by introducing yourselves. Take it easy. SMILE alot! You can show the jovial side of you. As long as you're able to talk without stammering or having that frightened looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Interviewers will definitely ask about places of interest. Remember, think out of the box. Throw in odd places which, of course, does make sense as one of those tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Discussion ends. You will be directed back to the waiting room/hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waiting hall, you may need to wait while the interviewers evaluate your performance. Once the result is out, your name will be called out. Those who made it and those who had not made it will be called out in 2 different groups. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eg.&lt;/span&gt; 4 names called out will be informed that they have failed to the next round. The remaining 2 will proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grooming Session&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Height and weight will be measured and weighed again. They will check your BMI to see if you're in good proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hands, face, neck and heel will be checked. I forgot if your legs are checked as well. Lol. Anyway, you just need to show them your hands. Make sure you do not have too many scars. That's important. Tattoos isn't allowed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips: For those who worries much because they have too many moles, don't you worry. Confidence brings out the person in you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obvious mole on my neck though but I got through the test. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ok, you will then... Walk. Yes. Walk a straight line. Honestly, I don't know why. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me but they remeasured me 3 times! Made my heart thumped for being special. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The lady will inform you if you've made it to the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like Stage 2, you will be called in a group again. It's the same thing like what you've experienced in Stage 2. The same group interview. A topic will be thrown in for everyone to discuss. Don't just sit and be quiet. You need to participate! Or, what I'm trying to say is that, you must fit into the group and conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Back to the waiting room. Names will be called out and I THINK this is also part of the elimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage 6 aka. The Last Stage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ok, I thought at this very last stage, it would be an individual interview but it seems like it wasn't. I don't know but my friend who was also there with me had a one on one interview, whereas I was again, in a group of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Here, you need to communicate well with each other as well as with the interviewer. A question will be thrown at you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do you want to be an air stewardess? &lt;/span&gt;I think you need to work out on this question though. The answer is quite simple for me. Why? It has always been my childhood dreams to be one. So, there I was, fulfilling my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling terribly cold in the room. I was shivering. Shaking. Trembling. Not because I'm nervous but because it was TOO COLD! My mind froze. I became speechless and eventually I told them that I can't talk because I was cold. EXTREMELY. Well, I did talk. It's just that, I forgot what to introduce about myself. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that much of a torture. Don't worry. I was surprised that there wasn't any swimming test or something. Haha. Results will be out in like 2 weeks. They will contact you via e-mail or a phone call. Surprisingly, I've not received anything from them yet. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stay cool and relax during your interview. Take it as a challenge. It's something you don't get to do every time in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-7409204382547258941?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pathetic." /><author><name>Medius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/th_Oo-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dailypitstop.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugh-pathetic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGSH06eSp7ImA9WxdWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658255341857745717.post-3255434390035181983</id><published>2008-07-08T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:35:29.311+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-08T02:35:29.311+08:00</app:edited><title>Miss Fair &amp; Lovely 2008 World Harvest Festival Spills</title><content type="html">Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's a publicity so everyone will have their favourite contestant.&lt;br /&gt;2. You get free gifts from sponsors!&lt;br /&gt;3. You get to wear traditional costumes etc.&lt;br /&gt;4. You'll always be in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;5. Recognised by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Expect back stabbing contestants.&lt;br /&gt;2. Unfair judgings.&lt;br /&gt;3. You spend lots of money during the 3 months of the event.&lt;br /&gt;4. They don't teach you grooming lessons. They expect you to know how to groom yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyday is a rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes, you'll be lonely. Depends on how you adapt the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;7. Consolation prize is RM 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contestant No.  2. My name is Annabella Wee Siew Mui and I do not like 2 person in this whole contest. Let's say almost everyone dislikes this very one person, Ramdaniza. She got Third though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one of the girls, who was close to her, she told me that she doesn't like me the most. Lol, fine. No sweat. I'm not dying to win this pageant, anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny moments with those who doesn't like her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izora&lt;/span&gt; - She's ok. Quiet person but can be funny at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Izora: Can you believe she won Miss Spring Time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Eh? OH! You mean, you don't like her TOO? I thought you were her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Izora: No-lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; - The MOLESTER! Lol. She likes touching people! BE AWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melina: Cubalah kau diam, oh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It was on a Sunday, during the Miss Photogenic session-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shilya @ Atin&lt;/span&gt; - She's retro and energetic. Friendly. Approached Pearl and I on the very first day. :D&lt;br /&gt;Shilya: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not that we don't want to join all of you masa makan. She follow us and we know you don't like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haiyanti @ Yanti&lt;/span&gt; - She loves logging into my MSN. I wanted to cry cos I wasn't able to get on MSN on the 5th July to DATE! She's the version of Girl Power! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yanti&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aok lah. Aok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Purposely agreeing to whatever Ramdaniza said while crying because everyone dislikes her. And Yanti really do not like her. I feel your joy, Yanti! And why do I have a feeling that my Knighty sent you IMs last Saturday cos he thought I was the one online. &gt;.&gt; HMMPH!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juliet&lt;/span&gt; - She IS beautiful up-close. Talk about maintaining one's self. Thumbs up. XD But honestly, I don't really know the story between Juliet and the other fella. I'm always the last to know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priscilla&lt;/span&gt; - The Star posted MY picture with her name printed instead. SHE GOT THE FAME! PRISCILLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ramdaniza, who's a beautician, messed Priscilla's make-up during the Finals. Luckily Cass was there to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rodiana&lt;/span&gt; - I like this girl. She's funny. I like being with her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rodiana: Saya pun tak suka dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurul Shiela&lt;/span&gt; - The West Malaysian who couldn't make it to the Finals because her brother was getting married on the SAME day the Finals was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shiela: Saya memang tak suke die. Saya tahu saya bukan orang Kuching. Mungkin sebab tu die layan saye macam ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: It's not you alone. No worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearlycia&lt;/span&gt; - I GOT ONE FREE PICTURE! THANK YOU! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearl: Harap-harap her suara pecah at the last part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cassandra&lt;/span&gt; - My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;customer&lt;/span&gt; who never paid me for washing her hair in the meeting room. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cass: Her problem is not our problem. Hah hah hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Diyana&lt;/span&gt; - My Shampoo girl. She does have a good voice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diyana: -Points at me- I don't like her too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we all found out that we all do not like her? Pearl told me that she was talking about me when I was on stage while she was looking from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the day we went to Cats FM for a Radio Interview, I lashed out in the bus saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I don't like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearl: Shhhhhhhh! Not so loud. -Went panicky.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: So? I don't care if the others know, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Diyana, Nurul Shiela and Rodiana, simultaneously startled me by saying that they dislike and hate her in their own version. It was a HUGE merry gathering in the bus then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be loud at times. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and during the National Gawai Celebration which was held on the 14th of June, Ramdaniza and a few others happens to be the fairies for the Bung Bratak performance. Lol but when I shook hands with the rest who were there to wish them well, she refused to shake my hands, pretending to align her clothes? Jokes on me. How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life/fame's not about winning or obtaining the winning positions in any pageant. It's how you are, which counts. Is it that good to win? Well, I know it is but why the arrogance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the second person who irritates me is Siti. I know Melina, Pearl and Pris aren't comfortable with her as well. She likes adding fuel to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never forget the words Melina used to describe her. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this post is not to flame the others, but it comes from within. The truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YOU will experience it in any beauty pageants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Only applies to those who wants to join any beauty pageants which may last for a period of time. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-3255434390035181983?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was just attracted to their makeup set and bag. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg but let's see... 10 eye shadows, 3 blushers, 3 lipsticks, 2 lip gloss, 1 mascara, a brush set, and their door gift, 1 mascara and eye shadow. And all those for only RM 200. SO NICE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn their offer down when they said you need to pay RM 300 for the make over but the lady suddenly carried the gold makeup kit bag and I was like OMG. I'll go for it! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation..................................... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, since the roadshow was held from the 3rd till the 6th of July, and my birthday falls on the 4th of July, I took the opportunity to waste the whole afternoon there, at The Spring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really have the time to choose the pics I wanted cos the guy hurried me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SHJK3ywM6AI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rlnVK1v-Fyw/s1600-h/_DSC0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SHJK3ywM6AI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rlnVK1v-Fyw/s320/_DSC0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220317240453031938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I must say... I prefer these few. Mind you that they did a touch-up on the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is passion. Beauty isn't physical. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the scars on my left hand in the 2 pictures below. I got it 6 days before the Make Over came to Kuching! &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SHJK4NfP76I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TC-1bn4DOeY/s1600-h/_DSC0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SHJK4NfP76I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TC-1bn4DOeY/s320/_DSC0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220317247629684642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my hands looked like Resident Evil's infected citizens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was great. The whole thing was great. I shall upload another picture soooon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Going to edit some pics as well. I'm going Picasso on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SHJK4uhtFXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X-R_UCWXicE/s1600-h/_DSC0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SHJK4uhtFXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X-R_UCWXicE/s320/_DSC0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220317256498353522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do catch me on Friendster, if you have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I LOVE MY MOLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;: I just realised that the photographer's name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DWAYNE&lt;/span&gt;. O fate. And I have a feeling that YOU will land on this page. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another... 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gmlKd-JquSnQ6k8vIFcJGxl1c6I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gmlKd-JquSnQ6k8vIFcJGxl1c6I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScenesFromAroundTheWorld/~4/2613JLdkIgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dailypitstop.blogspot.com/feeds/457004069437828491/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658255341857745717&amp;postID=457004069437828491" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658255341857745717/posts/default/457004069437828491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658255341857745717/posts/default/457004069437828491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScenesFromAroundTheWorld/~3/2613JLdkIgY/lady-stalker-pt-5.html" title="Lady Stalker Pt. 5" /><author><name>Medius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SHI0XkwL6_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/FI5kFAbV5Os/s72-c/Lmao7.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dailypitstop.blogspot.com/2008/07/lady-stalker-pt-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNRnw-cSp7ImA9WxdXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658255341857745717.post-1200712773277585173</id><published>2008-07-01T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:29:57.259+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T03:29:57.259+08:00</app:edited><title>Lady Stalker Pt.4</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/Lmao5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/Lmao5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're just 22 years old. You've just started your life. But you think that you're so great. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so much more older than you. You do think that you're good at talking.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you win the Miss Fair &amp;amp; Lovely? -It's a Beauty Pageant thing-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've joined many Beauty Pageants, I don't like people like you. Don't say that you're the best. there's someone else better than you. -LOL!!!!!-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're not married yet. Haven't had any children yet. Life is still long. Don't just say what you want to say without looking forward in your future. -Something like that-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so pissed off. Don't add anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Omg. Lol. She said she knows EVERYTHING about me. XD This IS stalking! ARGH! Lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but it seems like she's trying to tell me that she's beautiful and that she's good at beauty pageants? O God... Why do I have to encounter such people in life. @@&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABEL REPLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok! I've just replied this a few seconds ago! LOLOLOLOOLLL! READ IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SGkz1Y-xCYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xrl1ReebFkM/s1600-h/Lmao6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/SGkz1Y-xCYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xrl1ReebFkM/s320/Lmao6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217758635617225090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know What You Did Last Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-1200712773277585173?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bdhuOY88cCCNEPRdv7wJemVn1nQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bdhuOY88cCCNEPRdv7wJemVn1nQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScenesFromAroundTheWorld/~4/jtqo1bMnuA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dailypitstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1393381754455784447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=658255341857745717&amp;postID=1393381754455784447" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658255341857745717/posts/default/1393381754455784447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658255341857745717/posts/default/1393381754455784447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScenesFromAroundTheWorld/~3/jtqo1bMnuA8/lady-stalker-pt-3.html" title="Lady Stalker Pt. 3" /><author><name>Medius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/th_Lmao2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dailypitstop.blogspot.com/2008/06/lady-stalker-pt-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMARngzfip7ImA9WxdXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658255341857745717.post-7647246568813519284</id><published>2008-07-01T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:00:47.686+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T03:00:47.686+08:00</app:edited><title>Lady Stalker Part 2!</title><content type="html">This is her second message to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/Lmao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/Lmao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have one question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you may not have any intentions of disturbing other people's husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want you to be frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was my man trying to woo you? Please answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know my man is a womaniser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You only need to answer that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, dude. She's so contradicting. First, she said I was fooling around with her husband. And now she says that I may not be fooling around with him. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the heck? You're calling your own husband a womaniser? Where's the trust and what happened to the vows of marriage? :/&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my reply for the First and Second messages she sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln0"&gt;1. I have the every right to write whatever I want in my blog. Hence, it's called a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln2"&gt;2. Why the heck did you even send those pathetic text messages without further investigating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln4"&gt;3. I have all the text messages SAVED in my phone. All my friends read the messages as well. Perhaps he did not even remember what he sent me. And I am not afraid to show the world whatever happened because those who knows me will definitely know that I will never fool around with someone's guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln6"&gt;4. Think again WHO the victim is. You trashed me all of a sudden out of nowhere. I don't even know you yet you sent all those messages? Going to this Umrah thing is suppose to bring you closer to God. Coming back with all these wrong thoughts you have in mind may be your Test by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln8"&gt;5. Whatever you sent to me are accusations. Do you or do you not know that?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln10"&gt;I am open and am friendly upon the first meeting. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln12"&gt;6. If you know your husband well, then fine. It has nothing to do with me because YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln14"&gt;7. -Berpikir sebelum kau bertindak.-&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln15"&gt;Lol. Do you know that you should eat these words cos you sent me weird text messages all of a sudden on one Saturday afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln17"&gt;8. I never said I'm more beautiful than anyone else. I'm not asking you to widen your thoughts regarding things but you need to think and react only AFTER you've known the other party well. What you're saying is so weird like as if I am fooling around with your husband. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln19"&gt;9. Even if he likes me, I have someone else in mind and I am not like you, not like any other people cos I am me with my own loyalty to just one person. You do not know me, so stop throwing accuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln21"&gt;10. I don't even go for men around here. As you've read in my blog, accusing me for all those pathetic things is an insult to me. If your husband said I'm crazy when he said he never even apologise, check my blog again within this week. I'll post it there and read his apologises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln23"&gt;11. I see him as a friend and as a business mate. And I don't think he was even trying to be charming with me. I don't know. Cos he's not my priority anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln25"&gt;12. Knowing that your husband is part of the Bread Giver of the family, he definitely needs to build a rapport with business people. Building a rapport doesn't mean that he needs to flirt with them. I can be friendly to anyone but if someone starts to go beyond friendship, I'm sorry. They are not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln27"&gt;By the way, you went over the fence by being a racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;When I read my reply to her, I realised that I forgot to read through whatever I said to her. It does sound funny to me. I honestly don't feel threatened by her, nor the messages she sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so freaking amusing and entertaining. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-7647246568813519284?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First Message, to be precise, after 2 months. Oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/Oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/Oo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me translate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you wrote of this and posted my mobile number? My husband said he never apologise to you. He said you're crazy. But I don't believe what he says. I am the victim in this situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know? I just came back from Umrah -according to my Muslim friend, it's like a Pilgrimage thing for the Muslims before they proceed on being a Haj. Something like that.- when I opened the Text messages/SMS from you to my husband. Whose heart wouldn't feel the pain? I was on my Umrah for 2 weeks while my man was messaging you, asking you out. I read every text messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt I was being fooled by the both of you. I know you complaint about me to my husband. I was still patient. Think. I don't like the way you blogged about this matter this way. I've never told anyone about you to anyone at all. But I was challenged  when you blogged and posted my mobile number too. I HAVE BEEN PATIENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know my husband LIKES you. I KNOW MY HUSBAND WELL. You are still young. THINK MATURELY. Today, you've made me like this. There's a turn in this life -Lol, I don't know how to translate this. XD- God is Justice. When you have a family, you will feel what I feel. Think, before performing an action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think you're beautiful. Remember that there are more people who's more beautiful than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO at the whole sudden message to me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooooooooo innocent. I have no idea what's going on. I am the real victim. Isn't it puzzling when someone's wife messages you all of a sudden, calling you names as well as throwing vulgar words at you, when you have no idea what you've done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more amusing is that she spoke of God, Who punishes man for the sins that they've done. Lol but I've never fooled around with her husband. XD I only met him twice and I had people with me whenever I meet this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's this being beautiful all about? LMAO. I'm dedicating this to all ladies around the world. XD&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-6814774974287906516?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Read More!</title><content type="html">Copy Pasted from my Friendster's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/abelreigns"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/abelreigns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... It's somewhere there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. And I don't even know who she is and she accused me of fooling around with her HUSBAND, like omg?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg but if I fool around with someone's boyfriend or husband, it's like, omg. My status! My pride! My standards! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she harassed me badly. So I lodged a Police Report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, let me type everything out about what she said. I'll have to start from the third message cos I accidentally deleted the first 2 messages. My phone's capacity is low and I was expecting messages from others. Especially my Green Froggy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From: 012-859 455*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Received: 19th  April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time: 19:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eksen kau ya, Dayak! Dayak juak! Ne dpt buang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Dayak, you show off! Dayak! How can you actually throw that away.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: 012-899 0**6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Received: 21st April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time: 08:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KimaK kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Translation: Hmmm... It's a vulgar word. Something like saying F*** you but the word she used means Your Mum's Genitals. :/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From: 012-899 0**6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Received: 21st April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time: 19:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kimak kau. Kau x dayak. tp dayak juak. cina n kenyah! muka kau jaik! pukekmak kau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: -Insert curses- you. You're not a Dayak. But act like one. Chinese and Kenyah! Your face is ugly! -Insert curses which insults my mother. &gt;.&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From: 012-848 2499&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Received: 22nd April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time: 10:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau madah aku bodo dpn laki aku o?! Pukimak juak kau tok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Translation: You called me stupid in front of my husband?! You're such a -Insert cursing vulgar words-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dayak: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dayak_people" title="Dayak people"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An ethnic group native to the interior of Borneo Island. -Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband messaged me 3 times apologising. Ok, I accepted the apologise but I told him that if she sends one more message to me, I'll make a police report but he asked me not to do so. I'm sorry but I will not give in to a woman like THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she messaged me, harassed me again, and I have no choice but to lodge a report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the preview of the report. Mind you that some details will be highlighted in black; to remain confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O crap. I can't seem to get it to work here. So I've uploaded it to Photobucket. Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/save1yv0.jpg"&gt;http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o308/LordrenRO/Crazy%20Lady/save1yv0.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Points and laugh-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve her right. After making the Police Report, i do not receive any of those messages anymore BUT, since I am currently in the Pageant, I will demand for a Public Apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol but I will not let anyone go off so easily. It's like saying, "I'm sorry that my wife scratched your car. I'm sure she'll forget about it eventually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's paying the damage here? Me? I'm sorry but heck, no way. I've NEVER stolen anyone's boyfriend nor husband and a HEAVY accusation over me like this is an insult to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, learn to trust your spouses! Otherwise, you may end up in a hysteria over something that never even happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, God, for my good looks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. And checkout my photo comments. She stalked me even in Friendster. Like omg!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 comments from her. And check out her racist profile. I'm not deleting those comments because I find it funny, although insulting. What a goon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-7380443357719716861?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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An air-conditioned bus but still, I was having my motion sickness. @@ I can never be in a vehicle for long, UNLESS if I am the driver. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight! So we departed from the Sarawak Tourism Complex at about 10.20 am. The journey to Kampung Pueh was tiring. Thank God I had my smelly pillow and my big pillow with me. They are so reliable in times of need. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillows &gt; Boyfriend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Gerai Tuan Haji Bujang. There, we were served Ayam Masak Merah. Jeez... Direct translation would be Chicken Cooked In Red? Lol. They also served Curry Fish, Prawns and ummm... Watermelon, as the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry at that time so I kind of like ate 5-6 of the prawns. Talk about being a Beauty Queen. HAHAHAH. Got fed up eating the food there and I wanted something else. There was a little shop opposite the little restaurant, so we all went there and to my surprise... A BAKERY!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, I rushed into the Bakery and sought for my favourite food. Unfortunately, the food there seems normal. Nothing catchy to my eyes but still, I bought some stuffs there and RED BULL, which is a must. Went to the next shop and had a corn ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the journey continues. In less than 10 minutes, we arrived Kampung Pueh but ummm... The bus stopped outside instead. So we had to walk all the way in. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Miss Fair and Lovely buntings from afar. So yea, we got the right place. An old man, who was standing outside the Longhouse, greeted us in an unknown language to me. They call the language, Selako. But it sounds more like a chanting-greet. Upon entering the Longhouse, he threw paddy on us. Well, just a few grains. It's called Rice Blessings. All hail the rice! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. So we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assigned&lt;/span&gt; a Foster Parent each. Some of the folks had 3 foster kids/beauties -Heheheh- whereas some had 2. So our Foster Mother was Mdm. Jahya. Oops, when I mentioned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;, I meant Shyila and I. Man, I don't know how to spell her name. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sent to our rooms, IN the Longhouse itself. And I seriously thought there was a chalet or something for us. Sigh. But what amazes me was that the toilet, although it's the squatting type and the flush wasn't working, but it's still clean. Their toilet didn't smell one bit. My salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God. So it was drizzling and we were off to the Paddy Field to harvest a little there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timeout!&lt;/span&gt; You guys should listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FrannoBaz&lt;/span&gt;'s voice on YouTube. He's really one talented guy. I love his voice... &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok, so walking from the Longhouse to the field is like 3 km. It's FAR, I tell you. FAR! For someone like me who never exercises, well, it kills! Even harvesting the paddy to fill the basket we carried is like forever to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I like best when we were at the field was the freakin cool scenery! You can actually see the mountain from the field. And I can't recall the name of the mountain! @@ I love the misty view of the mountain with the dark clouds hovering its sky. It's like having an angry mountain overlooking the field, protecting her from the harms and dangers from every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after harvesting, we went back to the Longhouse, gathering all our harvest on the floor, on the mat. Then, we step on them! Not stomping on them though. It's like rubbing the paddy against your feet to remove its husks. Which results in redness! For me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... Opera music is good. God, I'm classic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izora's Legs! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kP4VNdsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eVDGWxEMq3I/s1600-h/Picture%2837%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kP4VNdsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eVDGWxEMq3I/s320/Picture%2837%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187694044759553730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn to step on the Paddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kQYVNdtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sS9tiMPM1V8/s1600-h/Picture%2845%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kQYVNdtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sS9tiMPM1V8/s320/Picture%2845%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187694053349488338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking what's left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kQYVNduI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nloFwLpm96U/s1600-h/Picture%2848%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kQYVNduI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nloFwLpm96U/s320/Picture%2848%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187694053349488354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is the part where you -fan- the paddy to seperate the rubbish and husk. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kQYVNdvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x8s8Ogg5Brw/s1600-h/Picture%2852%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kQYVNdvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/x8s8Ogg5Brw/s320/Picture%2852%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187694053349488370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never do it. Lol. It can never go flying high up in the air like the others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kQoVNdwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QLUptwxwCkU/s1600-h/Picture%2854%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5kQoVNdwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QLUptwxwCkU/s320/Picture%2854%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187694057644455682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini playing the I'm-Not-That-Sure-What-That-Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lRYVNdxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7g9oGugLqb0/s1600-h/Picture%2856%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lRYVNdxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7g9oGugLqb0/s320/Picture%2856%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187695170040985362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bidayuh dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lRYVNdyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GpCnkyAaojQ/s1600-h/Picture%2857%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lRYVNdyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GpCnkyAaojQ/s320/Picture%2857%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187695170040985378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Nasir's Mentees singing Semerah Padi -As Red As Paddy-. I love the translations. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lRoVNdzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ca3JK8fPTSM/s1600-h/Picture%2858%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lRoVNdzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ca3JK8fPTSM/s320/Picture%2858%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187695174335952690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with a Little Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lR4VNd0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vwckx-QqZgo/s1600-h/Picture%2860%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lR4VNd0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vwckx-QqZgo/s320/Picture%2860%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187695178630920002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my leg! Notice the spots? It's caused by the Paddy. I wonder when will it go away. &gt;.&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lR4VNd1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/JjfUk6fzmjA/s1600-h/Picture%2844%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5lR4VNd1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/JjfUk6fzmjA/s320/Picture%2844%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187695178630920018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5neoVNd2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9A-rIx0seLc/s1600-h/Picture%2869%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5neoVNd2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9A-rIx0seLc/s320/Picture%2869%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187697596697507682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my legs were taken an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5ne4VNd3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/E-OTtAxkMsY/s1600-h/Picture%2872%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5ne4VNd3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/E-OTtAxkMsY/s320/Picture%2872%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187697600992474994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Close And Personal with my Red Spots. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5ne4VNd4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/yH2d_8d_d74/s1600-h/Picture%2873%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5ne4VNd4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/yH2d_8d_d74/s320/Picture%2873%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187697600992475010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Foster Mother gave me this! Basically, it's a rattan-made handbag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5nfIVNd5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/W2mt5ZULnfg/s1600-h/Picture%2874%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5nfIVNd5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/W2mt5ZULnfg/s320/Picture%2874%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187697605287442322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up Close Pattern. And yes, it's hand made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5nfIVNd6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uBjtCdJ25bc/s1600-h/Picture%2875%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5nfIVNd6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/uBjtCdJ25bc/s320/Picture%2875%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187697605287442338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! I spotted a PIG in the village. My first time seeing one but the pictures aren't that clear. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5oPYVNd7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/EW0DkQpzkBE/s1600-h/Picture%2866%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5oPYVNd7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/EW0DkQpzkBE/s320/Picture%2866%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187698434216130482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5oPYVNd8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/9VuYG6AOjWs/s1600-h/Picture%2867%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R_5oPYVNd8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/9VuYG6AOjWs/s320/Picture%2867%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187698434216130498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go as near as possible but I am afraid that it'll chase me so I decided to take the pictures from afar. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures and an article on our visit here. &lt;a href="http://www.easterntimes.com.my/index.php?news_id=4&amp;amp;news_content=6588"&gt;http://www.easterntimes.com.my/index.php?news_id=4&amp;amp;news_content=6588&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go! Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Talent Anggun on the 26th April. I await this day badly. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the one night stay at Kampung Pueh, I really do miss my computer a lot. Saturday... A day that I won't want to be out of the house. Especially during the night. I miss my Knightey. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-4023272596025877487?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was selected into the Finals. Lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.easterntimes.com.my/index.php?news_id=1&amp;amp;news_content=6154"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.easterntimes.com.my/index.php?news_id=1&amp;amp;news_content=6154&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Eastern Times has a heavy load. :/ Bad resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll link you to Edwin Lay's site instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are taken after the first performance -in dresses- and introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edwinlay.multiply.com/photos/album/142"&gt;http://edwinlay.multiply.com/photos/album/142&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, ANYWAY... I had a stiff smile. The muscles around my mouth was going stiff! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these pics are pictures of us, the Finalists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edwinlay.multiply.com/photos/album/145"&gt;http://edwinlay.multiply.com/photos/album/145&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping not to get into the Finals due to the heavy and tiring schedule of rehearsals but omg, I was selected. But I always had the feeling right before I joined this pageant that I will be going to the Finals. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going to the Finals means I'll miss my Saturdays since lots of events will be held on Saturdays. And missing my Saturdays means I won't be seeing my Dwayney! &gt;.&lt;  Can't believe love can be so torturing. Hope this Pageant is over soon cos I really want my Saturdays back. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll reveal the adorABEL me. ;D   I love this picture the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p6X-2lsbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9KodN1URr2M/s1600-h/Poose%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p6X-2lsbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9KodN1URr2M/s320/Poose%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182088873670717874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q &amp;amp; A session. My legs were trembling so badly. I wasn't nervous but the 3 inch heels were killing me. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p6Xu2lsaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3vAcoZMXbMg/s1600-h/Poosey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p6Xu2lsaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3vAcoZMXbMg/s320/Poosey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182088869375750562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the part I was announced as one of the Finalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p6YO2lsdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3lQNhG430z0/s1600-h/Pose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p6YO2lsdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3lQNhG430z0/s320/Pose1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182088877965685202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part... Look at No. 14. We were smiling-talking and she was actually going. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh My God&lt;/span&gt;. And I was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Know... My Saturdays are GONE! :/&lt;/span&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p6Ye2lseI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BOtzfkX4pwM/s1600-h/Pose+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p6Ye2lseI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BOtzfkX4pwM/s320/Pose+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182088882260652514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p7k-2lsfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1iG-E6Upowk/s1600-h/DSC_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p7k-2lsfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1iG-E6Upowk/s320/DSC_1021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182090196520645106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about my face. Look at my hair... PREDATOR!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p7lO2lsgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GO-4inztsmI/s1600-h/Pose+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p7lO2lsgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GO-4inztsmI/s320/Pose+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182090200815612418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... My everyday look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad quality. I know. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p8RO2lshI/AAAAAAAAAFs/F6xIxMA5las/s1600-h/Lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p8RO2lshI/AAAAAAAAAFs/F6xIxMA5las/s320/Lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182090956729856530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p8Re2lsiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZiM5qlHyM9o/s1600-h/Picture%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p8Re2lsiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZiM5qlHyM9o/s320/Picture%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182090961024823842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't I FAT?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p8Ru2lsjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eRMgYYNI2WM/s1600-h/hehehe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZS90fxlgM-4/R-p8Ru2lsjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eRMgYYNI2WM/s320/hehehe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182090965319791154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for the night and it's ALL about me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next activity would be a Visit to Kampung Pueh or Pueh Village, in English. And we have to overnight there. What I fear the most is.... MY SATURDAY NIGHT WILL BE TAKEN. OMG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my Knighty!!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-1491195339531346549?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I WAS ONE OF THEM. LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, about 50+ or 60+ were called for the first pre-preliminary round. Perhaps you're wondering what was it all about then. Well... LET ME TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting outside, along the hallway, with the hot weather and such was already a challenge. Sigh. The first preliminary round was all about TALENT! Besides introducing yourself and such. Each contestant were required to SING and DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. So if you fail to do so or if the judges themselves are not impressed, them red card for you. A Red card means, Sorry. Bye bye. A Blue card instead, means Come back for the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I do? Well, I'm a confident person. I don't nervous over such things easily. So I walked in with confidence. Saw a little arrow on the floor, in front of the judges and in my mind, I was thinking, Oh. So I should be standing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD, they said, Please stand behind the microphone and the people around laughed. My well-built confidence dropped to 20% then! ARGH! They asked me to sing and dance. I couldn't think of a song cos I was NERVOUS. So I sang Camelia's Rindu Padanya. It sounded horrible though. Then they asked me to dance. There wasn't any song played so I was like, What the heck. So I tried doing the Kenyah dance but it seemed so wrong and one of the judges comments were... You dance like a snake. LOL. Eventually I got a Blue card! XD Time then was exactly 12 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so the next one would be at 2, since I was chosen for the second preliminary round. And so, the weather was hotter than before. FYI, we were not waiting under the sun. So, when they called me in, I think they were trying to shorten the whole thing so they asked me to ask questions instead. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone was interviewed for the second time, we were all called in. Made a semi-circle and one of the judges announced our names one by one. Those who were not called were eliminated while those whose names were called, WILL be contesting in the Semi-Finals. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the chosen ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.easterntimes.com.my/index.php?news_id=1&amp;amp;news_content=5901"&gt;http://www.easterntimes.com.my/index.php?news_id=1&amp;amp;news_content=5901&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ This page lags me a lot! @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, I never look good in photographs. Just see anyone whose picture look imperfect with an odd facial expression, it must be me. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates will be posted when I'm not tired. The training tires me. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658255341857745717-3976782565272068779?l=dailypitstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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