<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:22:50 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>bubblyvujie</category><category>photospamvujie</category><category>shoppingvujie</category><category>reviewvujie</category><category>makeupvujie</category><category>emovujie</category><category>berryvujie</category><category>randomvujie</category><category>travelvujie</category><category>heartvujie</category><category>iphonevujie</category><category>photoshopvujie</category><category>bdayvujie</category><category>angryvujie</category><category>blogshopvujie</category><category>carvujie</category><category>weddingvujie</category><category>engagementvujie</category><category>tutorialvujie</category><title>°ˆο°♥ Vu-JiE ♥°oˆ°</title><description></description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:category text="Comedy"/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-6465991959809237147</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2016 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-21T13:10:47.119+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">angryvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">randomvujie</category><title>how my job affect my relationship</title><description>This is the third week of school 2016 and I can say I'm pretty much exhausted with all the meetings lately. I've been given a new task, which is in charge of the library, and still struggling to understand and follow the flow. Usually the library teacher will only get around 10 to 12 teaching periods. Since we don't have enough teachers in school now, so I get 20 periods. Never mind, I'm positive that I can handle this. I just need more time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if I want to complain about the meetings, not just meetings but loadsss of meetings, that is what I would looooove to complain but nobody would care. So yeah, just complain it in your head Vujie pffftt. I'm too tired that I scolded my husband last nite just because I asked him to cook but he said he don't know how &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. To be honest, it's true that he had no idea on how to cook vege soup, but he can actually prepares mee maggi awesomely. And his fried rice is actually nicer and yummy-ier than mine pfft. I'm too tired to cook so I said just cook vege soup, a very simple recipe. I took out all the ingredients, all he has to do is just slice them and put them on fire. And he just stood there saying he don't know. I explained again and went to bath, expecting there will be food on table when I'm done. Still there's nothing and he knew that my face said "&lt;i&gt;Where's the food?&lt;/i&gt;", he then went to the kitchen and tried to slice the onion. I was mad and I said never mind let me handle, but not in a good intonation I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then everything settled. Food was on table, we ate and we went to sleep. I was tired and slept deeply. Before I slept, I kept asking myself why he couldn't understand that I'm tired, and vege soup is soooooo simple, just throw all of them into the pot and wait until it's safe to eat, why can't he do that?&lt;br /&gt;
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And also, I can actually just do all that by myself without asking him in the first place. I can do everything because it's so simple, I can prepare everything because it's so simple, I don't have to scold him because &lt;u&gt;I CAN DO EVERYTHING BECAUSE IT'S SO SIMPLE&lt;/u&gt; hahahaha. I was mad for a silly reason hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, that's how my job affect my life slowly. People say steady relationship starts from the 5th year of marriage. So, I still have another two and a half year to walk patiently :D</description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/2016/01/how-my-job-affect-my-relationship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-8280896125134505523</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2015 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-07-25T20:26:08.072+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">randomvujie</category><title>so long</title><description>HAHAHAHA i might be under drugs when i clicked this new post button. well honestly, nothing to share. i don't even know why i suddenly thinking of typing something here. or maybe, i miss the time where i got everything to tell in blog. i really mean EVERYTHING *sigh. till then, bubbye!</description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/2015/07/so-long.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-6712101106502497783</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2014 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-27T01:08:48.307+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">randomvujie</category><title>comeback. </title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Well umm,, my last post was January. And I'm back in July? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; at least I can still remember my blog password.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I lost interest in blog just because. No other reason. I was just lazy. I felt like there was nothing to share. Even if I share, nobody wants to know wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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And I'm writing again in this post just because I don't know what else to do right now.&lt;/div&gt;
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My last post stated that I failed again in my application for transferring to other school. I didn't tell that I applied again right? And for the 7th time, Allah granted it. Succeed to transferred to Labuan. So here I am, serving for JPN Labuan hehehe. My lucky year I guess. I left Miri for good.&lt;/div&gt;
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It has been five months already. I'm happy to be here in Labuan, even though people say Labuan is boring with no entertainment at all. I have to say yes to that, but doesn't bother me that much since I don't enjoy going out for movies every night, or stay outside hang out till dawn, or clubbing, etc. I don't do that. I'm just happy with my life, go to work, going out with friends for food and chit chatting, then come back home to relax. I'm good with all that.&lt;/div&gt;
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Also, this situation is even better for me as I just need to drive less than 5 minutes to arrive at school every morning hehehe. Rather than staying in Miri and drive for an hour to school everyday &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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And, husband and I don't need to check the airlines ticket every day just to find cheap tickets anymore. Waste no money here. His main base is here. Sometimes he'll be working in KK but never mind because all the airlines fares are on the company. After settle with works, his tickets are ready to go back to Labuan. All I have to do is just wait for him patiently hehe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Not sure if I'm going to blog about my wedding anymore. Because it was last year and we actually celebrated our first anniversary already &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are few posts in my draft and I chose to ignore them. No other reason, I was just lazy. And I am still lazy. For the time being, blog is like, the 275th in my life that I want to do &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. When blog was in trend, I can blog thrice a day. Nowadays, hmm I better not think about it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, today is 2nd January 2014. Still not too late for me to wish you Happy New Year. Hopefully this year will bring more luck and all fortune to me and to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And today is also my first day to work in this two thousand fourteen. I'm in charge of Year 1. I personally prefer pupils in year 4 to 6, because they listen to me better. And they can take my jokes &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. With seven years old kiddos, I need to be extra careful of my choice of words and also my action. They will copy everything I tell you! If you scold them because it's their own fault, they didn't know and will say you are so grumpy, always want to scold. When you are not in the mood, &lt;i&gt;PMS I mean&lt;/i&gt;, they didn't understand and they can still run all around the class till you feel like you are going crazy. But who can resist their doe eyes??? In the end, I am the one who will feel sorry because I am being selfish, I should understand them not asking for the other way.&lt;/div&gt;
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Also, this year my class has 9 girls and only two boys. I foresee my class will perform better in any event because girls love thing like that &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. The downside is just, it will be not really easy to handle when they misunderstand each other. It will be a drama of course! Sulking, crying, unfriend each other etc, that will be the plot wtf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hmm. I failed in my application to transfer again. Again. So I'm staying in my current school again. I read this somewhere today, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"when you didn't get what you want, believe that Allah has better plan for you."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I don't know what fortune is waiting for me. Nevermind. Someday it will come to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay. Will see you again. Daa~&lt;/div&gt;
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Long awaited post huh? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Four months passed and here comes the post. You can kill me if you want, for my lack of effort to come out earlier. In your imagination of course &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. I'll make this story shorter than it should be. You remember how your teacher asked you to just include important points in your essay? Yes, that's how this post will be.&lt;/div&gt;
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Our akad nikah was on 29th May 2013. Most people will tie the knot on Friday, and of course at their house. It was different case for us. For some reasons, we chose just to do the ceremony at Muis office, KK. I just found out they actually prepared a special room for that kind of ceremony. With mini &lt;i&gt;pelamin&lt;/i&gt; and flowers hehe. Easier for both families to come. And because of that, we had to choose working day because we don't pay overtime allowance for the officers to ask them to work on off day &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. I knew some of my relatives and close friends cannot attend it because they were still working on that day. But I am okay with it. Akad nikah for me is something special for just the family. As long as it goes well, then that's it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since the ceremony will be at &lt;i&gt;nikah&lt;/i&gt; room in the office, I decided to wear something simple with some points here and there. My baju kurung was from &lt;a href="http://www.fashionvalet.com/azalea-kurung-set-with-cowl-neck-in-beige.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ratu&lt;/a&gt;, designed by Ezuwan Ismail for &lt;a href="http://www.fashionvalet.com/" target="_blank"&gt;FashionValet&lt;/a&gt;. And my scarf was from &lt;a href="http://shop.tudungpeople.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tudung People&lt;/a&gt;. It was hard for me to find matching scarf at first. I even went to KL to find a nice one &lt;i&gt;(or I was just finding an excuse to go there hehe)&lt;/i&gt;. I can't find any, then online shopping saved my life. A day before the real day, I spent hours in front of the mirror trying out which way the scarf will looks good wtf. Thank god that I don't have &lt;i&gt;hijab-bad-day&lt;/i&gt; that day. And to make sure my scarf was good until the ceremony ended, I sat straight (and nap too) in the car all the way to KK &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a little bit awkward moment for both of us. We've been together for so long. Looking at each other eyes is not a problem anymore. On that day, everything seemed different. For me, at least. I couldn't look at him straight on the eyes before the &lt;i&gt;akad nikah&lt;/i&gt; started. I couldn't smile at him even once. I was very nervous to see him. Not that I was afraid he will run away and refuse to marry me &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;, but all I can say, it was all different feels for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Only after the lafaz was done &lt;i&gt;(once only and I felt like patting his back saying Good Job &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;, I can looked at him and smiled. But another thing came, I couldn't look at my mum, afraid that I might cry hehe. A good tears of course. To hide all those strange feelings, I smiled and laughed for everything like stupidos there. I really meant EVERYTHING! &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I whatsapp-ed my best friends this pic with a caption &lt;u&gt;"off the market in sekali lafaz"&lt;/u&gt; to annoy them &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Actually, no. They are all happy for me, I knew it. But they couldn't come since it was working day. There was my &lt;i&gt;eheemm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;may I now pronounce it officially, my husband, back there had a phone call with&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I-don't-know-who&lt;/i&gt;. And me, at another table, sat with this best friend (pic below) gossiping &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Just finished marking exam papers. Key-ed in data. Great. One task finished. But still cannot relax. A few tasks are still in queue waiting for me &lt;i&gt;*sigh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is actually just a random post. And I actually don't have anything specific in my mind on what to blog &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Owh btw, I apologise for not responding to your comments. Frankly, your comments light me up. It is just this forgetful memory. I read, I smiled, planned to reply when I have proper internet, and I forgot wtf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is no secret to the people who followed my instagram. That I am now short haired. And also, I did upload few pics in this blog. Here's the story. I've always a long/medium haired person. And I've been struggling to keep my long hair in good condition before I got married. You know, for the &lt;i&gt;sanggul-rambut-tinggi-tinggi&lt;/i&gt; purpose &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. After marriage, I felt like having short hair because it is easier for married woman like me to manage I think &lt;i&gt;ehem-if-you-know-what-i-mean&lt;/i&gt;. So, there I go. I told the hairstylist to cut my hair a little bit lower than shoulder. Having long hair for a long time and drastically cut the hair below ears, I don't think I can handle that. So, medium length is fine.&lt;/div&gt;
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To my surprise, I actually loooooooove this new hair length! Much easier to manage. Around 10 minutes to blow dry and styling, I love that. The bad side is I have to go for rebonding since I am actually a natural curly haired person. Curly short hair is not so nice on me I guess -____-"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Right now, in my mind, I want a vacation. Anywhere.</description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/2013/10/short-hair-story_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyVX7BkIuk5v0naSFBGjl9wEUtOH8U73U0lcBTMdmeI9o5r6LUw2aYghACs1-Kc_D7CPJZTMhKveb16Lb_UjuxeH7fydXFzTSvBMkb8FGvmrSUVoUhAxxNaD-jjSCFANYJUBBn3slQY8v/s72-c/a0df8c083eae11e388fe22000ae81dec_6.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-3841299494639284261</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Oct 2013 04:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-06T12:55:52.154+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bubblyvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photospamvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">randomvujie</category><title>my sunday</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Hello. How's your Sunday? Mine is not so good. I mean I woke up early and dressed up nicely to spend my weekend at Bintang Megamall Miri. It was just 40 minutes past 10 am when I arrived at the basement parking entrance, and it was FULL wtf. Miri people really has a thing going into mall early morning until car park full heh? &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt; Fine then. Next time I will come at 7 am. See if car park full or not.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dedek took picture above. At last, I satisfied with his work. All the instax photos of me he took before this all were mehhh. I kept nagging said that I took good pictures of him &lt;i&gt;(at least I think so hehe)&lt;/i&gt; but he didn't put much effort in taking nice pic for me. I love that my arm looks skinny in the pic haha.&lt;/div&gt;
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And yeah, I have my own laptop already hehe. It took a few weeks before I make decision which one should I buy. I lost track since when I admire this macbook. But then the price tag is killing me. So when I lost my previous sony vaio, I aimed for this. Dedek said it's too expensive. He can buy two or maybe three laptops with its price. But I insisted that I'm not the person who will lost interest in thing I love easily. I would never think of buying new laptop if the vaio still with me. And he said, &lt;i&gt;"okay lah. Your money anyway."&lt;/i&gt; hahahaha I won! I love it that it's sooooo light. No wonder people who own macbook air bring theirs anywhere everywhere. But I still can't find out where to download photoshop :(&lt;/div&gt;
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This is me today. Before going out, only to find out that car park is full hahahaha useless. Notice my jade bangle? I actually bought it for fun. Never I expect that it will matches almost all my daily outfits. Is this what we call killing two birds with two stones? wtf. I love how it gives me a lil girly element even if I'm in my PE outfit. Chinese believes that wearing jade bangle on left will bring lucks to the wearer. And wear it on right gives good health and avoid misfortune. I'm wearing it on my left. So, come here you all lucks in the world!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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I wake up. I drive. I work. I come back home. I surf the net. I sleep.&lt;/div&gt;
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And that is my daily life. I feel unmotivated.&lt;/div&gt;
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I used to be bubbly. I mean, I still bubbly but not as I used to. When I'm on the phone with the husband, he usually asks me to talk more because he knows I have so many to talk. But no. That was in the past. All I have now is about work. He will be bored if I only talk about work, complaining the same people he didn't know, talking about the mischievous students, right? And every time that happened, I felt guilty as I have nothing interesting to share with him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Whenever I feel like I'm suffocating because of boredom, I drive myself into malls hoping that I would buy something that would make me alive again. Usually I would walk out with nothing in my hand *sigh*. Okay never mind. I put hopes in online shopping. So I browse blogshops, and put nothing in cart *sigh*.&lt;/div&gt;
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Problem is, what is there to change if nothing can be changed? What do you mean change workplace? I am more than happy to change. Of course not until they approve my transfer application.&lt;/div&gt;
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Find interesting place to hang out? Alone? That wouldn't change anything. Plus, crimes are increasing these days. Its a big no. Unless the husband is here.&lt;/div&gt;
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Find new friends? Friends at my age are starting to build a family. I shouldn't drag them out to spend time with me whenever my husband goes to work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Start a hobby? Like cooking? I only have 2 plates, 2 forks and 2 spoons in the kitchen. And &lt;i&gt;mee maggi. &lt;/i&gt;Okay fine. There are also water heater, slow cooker (wedding gift from friend) and air fryer (bought because I can throw every frozen food inside). You expect me be a masterchef?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay. I know now. It is because I am alone most of the time. That's why I'm feeling this way. My husband is not always there next to me. When he off to work, I left alone for at least fortnight. Family and friends are all far away. I have no one to talk to, to listen to all silly thoughts I have in mind.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;WAIT WHAT?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHANGE HUSBAND??? HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now if you excuse me, I have a novel to finish. Salina by A. Samad Said. Don't question me why I'm attracted to novel like that hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;p/s no, this post is not telling you that i'm depressed with my life. i just want to blog. i'm okay actually with what i have now. i know how to handle the boredom. but if i can have something to be inspired, i would appreciate it more than enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/2013/09/change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRM-FZcBasIg2HdPBp39cpjZo0poGmfD8a598uJsb8ZHnv9tiOgxgwVgenH1pDqR6FuF5mSYGQRcIKCwy1JEMZe2tLFRWNNW_X-lsUF38lj6VTxaGlinJRhADGO68I8UE5JFAyK2t0csI/s72-c/vujie.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-1924313752458531586</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Aug 2013 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-21T19:09:15.672+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bubblyvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emovujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heartvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">randomvujie</category><title>unexpected</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Can't believe I'm still alive, do you? Well yeah. I do have lots of time. But seems like I can't find the right mood to document my life. Especially my wedding story. Been married almost 3 months but still haven't blog about it. Or maybe, I should wait until I deliver newborn baby then blog it &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Oh no no. Don't misunderstand just yet. I'm not pregnant yet. Not that we're not looking for a baby, but we just want to enjoy the newlywed moment a little bit longer hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Uhm,, to tell you honestly, of course I did select best wedding pictures of mine to come out with a blogpost and already edited them. However, it's written up there that my continuous happy moments had to be paused for a while. I got robbed during fasting month :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A day before school break started, thieves got into my house while I was sleeping and took away my laptop, cash money, id cards, atm cards, wedding rings and etc. It was heavy rain that night and I didn't hear any sound. Quite shocking because that was my first time. What makes me felt so down was my almost five year old laptop. All my memories were in that laptop. And my works of course. I do have backups in external hard disk but the thieves took it away too. Now I have to start again from zero pfftt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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However, I'm being positive. I'm looking to the bright side. Maybe the thieves need it more than me. So okay, I hope you will be happy with my stuff wtf. No, really. If that can makes you happy, go ahead. But I hope you acknowledge that you are not doing the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm still being lucky because they didn't lay even a finger on me so I'm safe. Even though I was sleeping in my unlocked room by that time! Maybe they just want the stuff. They don't intend to hurt anyone physically. Or maybe, the way I sleep is not sexy at all they don't even want to have a gaze &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, now I settled with police reports and all. I'm so touched by my husband. He's always there with me even in my sadness. He sacrificed a lots of things (I never expect he will do this during our 8 years relationship before we got married). Guess I got married with the right man hehe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Till then, bye :D&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/2013/08/unexpected.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-4143536862709248832</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 10:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-22T18:23:53.568+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">engagementvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weddingvujie</category><title>tick tock to the big day</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Think back, it is so not me to be apart of blog, twitter, instagram, etc. Well, that happened. The &lt;i&gt;so-not-me&lt;/i&gt; is becoming &lt;b&gt;ME &lt;/b&gt;wtf. Seriously, me myself can't understand why I tweet less and don't have anything to post in instagram.One that I know, I kept telling myself not to talk about the engagement or wedding before the time comes. So, that was why I don't tweet and posting pics. Okay, that makes some sense hehe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since the engagement day is over and the wedding will happens in a few days, so it's okay to talk about it now. Plus, this &lt;a href="http://gulagulaberacun.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;AyuCandy &lt;/a&gt;asked me to blog about it &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt; I thought no one want to know. So yeah. Here we go.&lt;/div&gt;
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Frankly, Dedek and I actually planned this last year I think, maybe November or December, I forgot. But then, we wanted to keep it until we both are very sure to proceed or not hehe. Then, we both were agreed to tell the families. Dedek told his family in an easy way I guess. And mine was too hard &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. I always have this problem when it comes to talk about something serious like this with the family. I always feel lost and don't know how to start. I took few weeks to think before I made a call to my mum &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I even asked mum to keep it as secret until everything is okay. Then the pressure begun &lt;b&gt;T__T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Malay engagement or wedding have this tradition of giving &lt;i&gt;barang hantaran&lt;/i&gt; to each other. I don't know where to start, so I told myself to buy anything pretty and affordable that I want and put them in the &lt;i&gt;dulang&lt;/i&gt;. I don't need hundred &lt;i&gt;dulang&lt;/i&gt;. 5 from him and 7 from me are fine. &lt;/div&gt;
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This one was hard. To choose between Steve Madden or Aldo. Both are super gorgeous and I can only put a pair *sigh. Finally, I chose Steve Madden.&lt;/div&gt;
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Not a fan of yellow gold. Visiting goldsmith also awkward moment wtf. Dedek even suggested me to go by myself because it will be very awkward for both of us choosing the ring together &lt;b&gt;AHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. In the end, I chose the simplest one.&lt;/div&gt;
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Stuff are all ready. Decorating problem chime in. I know I am not a creative person to turn a makeup stuff to a miniature twin towers, or turning a pair of heels to a miniature boat wtf. Bought pretty baskets, pastel flowers, beads, tadaaa~ problem solved!&lt;/div&gt;
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Mine was pink. Purple for Dedek.&lt;/div&gt;
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And the day came. Since the first day I agreed to engaged, I said I don't want &lt;i&gt;pelamin&lt;/i&gt;. Everything should be simple. Old school please, no &lt;i&gt;pelamin&lt;/i&gt; and the engagement is still on. In the end, my mum won wtf. She said I am the only daughter and this is her first and last experience. Okay, fine. Pelamin is fine. When I woke up the next morning;&lt;/div&gt;
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Striking green, striking yellow, breath Vujie, breath deeply. Everything will be fine. That was what I told myself.&lt;/div&gt;
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To keep everything simple, the natural makeup was done by myself. Well actually, it is the makeup I apply on my face to school &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Nothing special on that. And I wore the Jewel peplum from Jovian Mandagie, last Aidiladha collection. It is pretty so it is okay to wear on my engagement day. Hair color done by Amy from number76. I purposely went to KL to get new hair color because Number76 salon is the only salon that gives my hair less damage from coloring. They are the best!&lt;/div&gt;
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And this man. I agreed to give him a big responsibility to accomplish a&lt;i&gt; taking-care-of-Vujie's-life&lt;/i&gt; mission wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dedek and I, and also both families agreed, this engagement is only lasted for about 2-3 months. The wedding will be in May or June. This is actually what I always had in my mind. I don't want a very long engagement period. Engagement for me is something tough. I heard stories that during engagement, anything can happen. Pressure is double. And I think I am not tough enough to keep that as one of my major problem in life &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. No lah, it's not. We were just talking about something but I don't know why my face looks like I'm gonna slap him in any minute wtf. And actually, we are doing very good during this engagement period. Thanks to the short engagement period hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The wedding will be on 31 May and 1 June 2013. Maigawd it is next week! You, who are reading this, are invited to the wedding ^^, and share the happiness together with us hehe. As this post is near to the end, I can't guarantee when will I update on the wedding. I apologize in advance hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/2013/05/tick-tock-to-big-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQC3XBrXjHkO0WS4ULjkohERrXYALn8wyKs3Ydws2vC42neJAU4qqLFG6RM6ZYibrTmQF-j_Sxp5Ci6GFtqBMR8OLfi_lREzetCy8EBNFhL5NqFEL1ttm2U-VYKxB0nGnqz9TtA-KjPOmW/s72-c/IMG_3494.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-8670908141534644459</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-03T05:47:09.655+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">engagementvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heartvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weddingvujie</category><title>taken. but, not really.</title><description>Reaaaallllyyy want to blog something that makes me reaaallllyyyy excited these days hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcMGXEwPttv1zbBOUt1pt0UoAqN7Rpa6hMSc1oGImYB05paill-Z1mAsAlB1ilxq4gR8rh7xmgcKgzGfu-ww99maweh7dYn8CEOlZSgidqu6URfaX1XpIezyV8yrnxV_spfIHCjrvdHd2i/s1600/P1013067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcMGXEwPttv1zbBOUt1pt0UoAqN7Rpa6hMSc1oGImYB05paill-Z1mAsAlB1ilxq4gR8rh7xmgcKgzGfu-ww99maweh7dYn8CEOlZSgidqu6URfaX1XpIezyV8yrnxV_spfIHCjrvdHd2i/s640/P1013067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I showed this section in previous post but, let me show you once again. What to do, this is my favorite section in the house wtf. Frankly, because this is the only part that shows my house somehow looks neat and nice. The others might give you a nightmare. Actually I want to show you guys my super adorable crystal clear makeup organizer!&lt;/div&gt;
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Tadaaa~ Here it is.&lt;/div&gt;
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I found out about this organizer through&lt;a href="http://bysabrinart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Sabrina's &lt;/a&gt;blog. She blogged it but god knows how committed that girl in blogosphere, she blogged everything that I can't find the real post anymore&lt;i&gt; (or maybe I'm just dumb like that) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. They say this organizer thing started famous because of Kardashian. I don't watch Kardashian series or whatever so I don't know until I found out through Sabrina. Sabrina is kind enough to give link of where can we buy it too. However, I think the price tag is killing me #foreverpoor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I became Detective Conan, using the power of google, tried to find cheaper price tag. God listened. Google helped. I found &lt;a href="http://aimee0610my.blogspot.com/2012/05/keeping-your-makeup-stuffs-neat-and.html" target="_blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. I read and I sent an idea to my mind that I can afford it &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. I don't know, maybe if you can find it maybe in alibaba or taobao, it will be waaayyy cheaperrrr.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe, the prices different from each other based on its size, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;
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I emailed Lilian at lilianhii79@gmail.com &lt;i&gt;(in case you guys want it too hehe)&lt;/i&gt; and asked if she still sell the organizer. I was lucky she said she just restocked. Even though patience is virtue, in this case waiting is killing me &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. So I tried my best to pay as soon as I can and deep in my heart I prayed hard she will give her best too. Lilian is very good I tell you. She responded to ALL my emails. Even I just typed Thank You lol. She even helped me predict when will the package reached me.&lt;/div&gt;
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That's how my makeup stuff look right now. Crystal clear effects somehow gives classy luxury look I guess hehe. I don't really have lots makeups. So, this size is actually perfect. This transparent organizer really helps me find things I need easily. I think I should apply this concept to my wardrobe also. I keep on losing undergarments nowadays I can't find matching bra and underwear wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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That thing covered with pink blingbling is actually my blusher brush, in case you are wondering lol. Thursday Plantation Tea Tree Oil works very effective in combating with pimples wtf. See? I don't really own colorful lipsticks. All of them are in natural shades. Except the Silky Girl in hot red shade and I bought it just for fun. Never wear it outside or else I'll look like clown. I can't handle it &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
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First drawer filled with eyeshadows. Yeah, all in brown shades. Boring right? Recently, I went Dior and bought pink eyeshadow and I'm still taking special lesson until now on how to use pink eyeshadow through Youtube wtf. The Dior girl said my skin tone can handles pink eyeshadow prettily &lt;i&gt;(she said while applying it on my eyelids because I got free makeup session)&lt;/i&gt; but yeah, whatever professional magic touch will always looks good. Me myself? I don't think so fml.&lt;/div&gt;
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Second drawer. Moisturizer, foundation, sunblock and eyebrow powder. Essentials only.&lt;/div&gt;
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Third drawer. Compact powder that no longer used (nowadays I only put loose power) but I refuse to throw it away because of the pretty case hehe. Some Holika Holika free stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They are all basic. That why I said the size is just perfect for me. Unless my job requires me to put 10kg chemicals on my face, so maybe I need bigger organizer wtf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And yeah, if you want to get the same organizer you can email Lilian. I'm not sure if she has other sizes but you can always ask, she doesn't bite hehe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Almost everyone around me knows my obsession toward bags. I have too many bags. Even my mum and aunts wait patiently for my spring cleaning, because they know there must be something useful for them, especially bag lol. Last December I brought back my&lt;i&gt; i-dont-want-to-wear-anymore&lt;/i&gt; bags to my hometown in a large size plastic. I also can't recall which bags I threw inside because they've been in the plastic for ages, but I swear they all still in good condition. One day, when I was checking my mum's facebook, I saw her photo bringing my Juicy Couture bag to go outstation &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I realize I had too many bags. And being me, I always buy bags, doesn't matter cheap or expensive, as long as I like them. So, I tell myself not to buy just any bags anymore. If I really want to buy, think deeply on how long I will be able to wear them. I should invest in good bags. Even though if I happen to just have 2 bags, they must be real good!&lt;/div&gt;
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And, God knows how much I desperately want Balenciaga. Since it costs a lot, I have to save as many as I can. By saving, I have to sacrifice lots &lt;i&gt;*sigh*.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But, it is all written up there. I bought a bag last week, and it is not Balenciaga &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometime bag inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.proudduck.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Vivy Yusof.&lt;/a&gt; She named it Sofina.&lt;/div&gt;
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My bff also admires Vivy's style. Especially her taste on bags. Obviously, her bags are all expensive hehe.&amp;nbsp; When Vivy announced that she will produce bags, my bff was like &lt;i&gt;'let's buy if it's really good.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I said, &lt;i&gt;"No babe. I promised myself not to buy bag if it is not Balenciaga."&lt;/i&gt; I said that in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Okay, let's do that."&lt;/i&gt; That was what came out from my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;
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A week before launching, I reminded her to stay in front of computer at 10 am because that was the exact time of the official launch. And she did. I was at school with sucks internet connection, I failed to do the same. Bff sent me whatsapp, telling me how beautiful the bags are and they were available in purple, blue, red and green. I was, &lt;i&gt;"okay, wait till I reach home this evening."&lt;/i&gt; I even promised her will place order that night.&lt;/div&gt;
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And when I reached home, my mind was working hard to decide either blue or purple. Bff wanted green. Then I went to &lt;a href="http://www.fashionvalet.com/" target="_blank"&gt;FashionValet&lt;/a&gt;, only to find out that colors we want were all sold out! Omg that was real fast! First attempt failed.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't remember when the exact time, my bff whatsapp me again.&lt;i&gt; 'Hey, they have your purple bag now. Just take blue for me.'&lt;/i&gt; I was happy and I put them into cart. Then I took my own sweet time to pay because I was actually intended to buy another shoes hehe. So okay. Bags, confirmed. Shoes, confirmed. Proceed to pay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;'These items are currently out of stock.'&lt;/b&gt; FashionValet told me that. And they were the bags. The bags gone again! Not even an hour! Second attempt failed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Days later, announcement up from FV team. Sofina bags will be restocked again. I know I can't make it because I will be at school at time they restock. So, my bff and I made a mission &lt;i&gt;not-so-impossible&lt;/i&gt;. Bff is not so familiar into buying from FV so I let her use my account to make an order. The time came.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bff : Okay, all items available. How should I proceed?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : First you bla bla bla bla. Already? Next bla bla bla. Wait. Look at the address. Is it my Miri address or Kinarut? If Kinarut, change it to Miri.&lt;br /&gt;
Bff : I don't know how. I can't change it direct here.&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Omg how?? What if they sold out again?? Okay okay. I'll go home now!&lt;br /&gt;
Bff : Okay, hopefully they will still available. &lt;br /&gt;
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God listened to us. FV announced that they will restock again but VERY LIMITED amount.&lt;/div&gt;
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Me : They will restock again. I'll change the address and tomorrow you just proceed to pay. I'll teach you how. (explaining very serious)&lt;br /&gt;
Bff : Okay. You are so serious &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bff : Okay, everything is ready. Your card number?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : 237678364876394734628372389&lt;br /&gt;
Bff : Okay, done. They said, 'thank you for your purchase'. That means success right?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : YESSSS!!! *too excited hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;WE MADE IT!&lt;/b&gt; At our fourth attempt &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And when the parcel arrived, as soon as I closed the door, I immediately looked for scissor. I can't wait any longer to lay my hands on that bag. Maigawd you are super pretty Sofina. Thank you Vivy, you are very genius. Words not good enough to express how grateful I am to invest in this bag. &lt;/div&gt;
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The color is more gorgeous in real life. The stunning purple is not really show in picture. It is so roomy that I bring my world in it. I can put everything including &lt;i&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/i&gt; in it. Even textbooks!&lt;/div&gt;
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No no no. Doesn't means I'm not eye-ing on Balenciaga anymore. I still am. But currently, this Sofina will be my everyday bag hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;All pictures credit to &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/AnLeFlowers" target="_blank"&gt;An &amp;amp; LeFlowers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can anybody photoshop experts out there help me on how to edit pictures like above? Or at least give me best keyword to google in case you don't have time to explain? Okay, I know first step is taking pictures in the evening maybe wtf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If I happen to get married, I would love to have wedding pictures like above instead of having common pictures like staring to each other eyes while trying to say I heart you thru the eyes wtf. Or maybe taking pictures in studio with waterfall scenery behind &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. No, really. I would love to have a simple outdoor photoshoot but finding a good photographer that suit my taste might be uneasy I guess. But, urm.. why do I talk about this when I don't even have a date for wedding yet? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
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No, seriously. I really want to learn how to have pictures like above. Please give me tips. If I can't find good photographer, maybe I can just edit my pictures myself wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I've been abandoning my blog again huh? Yea, I am. I'm enjoying my own sweet time at home, wasting every moment with deep sleep before I'm going back to my crazy working life. I went out shopping also, which I claim as my own self reward. But I guess that is not really accurate because I shop all the time &lt;b&gt;HAHA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I also went out of the house tagging my big families for a short trip to Kundasang and Ranau. My aunt actually planned this. She wanted to bring her kids for a short trip. And as usual, all of us automatically joined the trip &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt; and I was the driver of course. My other half drove my car back to his home because I was away to Sibu, he was so annoying he didn't want to use taxi, he said he had too many stuff this time &lt;i&gt;*sigh*. &lt;/i&gt;So for this trip, I drove my aunt's MPV, considering my 7 passengers wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kinabalu Park. Actually we didn't go inside. We arrived late due to some reasons and of course because my driving skill is really poor wtf. I stopped by and told the kids to take pictures as proof that we were here &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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My other half is originally from Ranau (his home to Kundasang only takes 20 minutes I guess), so I asked him to book rooms first. He booked deluxe room at Pine Resort Kundasang. For my standard, it's worth the money. It's clean and comfortable. The surrounding is very pretty too. But I would choose to eat outside for breakfast. Not really a problem actually, it was just because the choices are limited.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was heavy rain the night before, so the next morning was realllllyyyy cold. I don't really expect this weather because last time I came, it doesn't really cold and I brought thin clothes!!! Serve me right. It was too cold that I woke up at 4.30 am and can't sleep &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;. However, it was breathtaking seeing Kinabalu Mount in the morning. See my cousins? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; all wrapped like &lt;i&gt;durian crepe&lt;/i&gt;. At 6.30 am I was,&lt;i&gt; 'wake up! You guys said want to see Kinabalu Mount right? There!'&lt;/i&gt; And my other half was like,&lt;i&gt; 'sigh this girl, what's so special about it?'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; okay lah you see it for the whole of your life but please be understanding for us.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since it was really a short trip, we don't bother to bring the kids to Poring Hotspring. The chances of kids don't want to go back after having fun is sky high. We chose not to take the risk &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Then we head to a known natural fish spa, Luanti.&lt;/div&gt;
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My second time to Luanti and I'm still afraid of the fishes &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. They're so big I feel like they can bite my feet until my knees wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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Look at my annoying face wtf. Mum was so busy trying to catch fishes for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;
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The tour guide, my other half. He was like, &lt;i&gt;'come here. Those big ones are useless. They only cuddle your feet. These small ones actually give you real spa.'&lt;/i&gt; And I was, &lt;i&gt;'what? They bite? NOOOOO!!' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ungrateful fishes after ate all food from us then you guys ran away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then we head to Desa Cattle Farm at Mesilau, Kundasang. I heard so many stories from my friends. They all said the place is soooo beautiful. But they forgot to tell me how risky the steep hills. I was so thankful that I asked my other half to drive. I would cause unpleasant memories if I am the driver. One friendly reminder from me if you wish to go there, make sure your brake functioning excellently especially if you drive automatic car.&lt;/div&gt;
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And our only pic together taken by my aunt. I'm soooo &lt;i&gt;makcik-makcik&lt;/i&gt; right? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. He said I look like I'm losing weight but why do I feel like I'm gaining weight? I'm trusting my own instinct because I know what I eat.&lt;/div&gt;
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I love trip like this. Trip of lots people and lots sweet memories.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since kid, I always dream of studying abroad because it sounds so cool. That dream never came true because I was not a very bright student back in school days. So yeah, study in the country still gives me good life. However, overseas still sounds cool &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Unsure how it all started, travel becomes one of my mission in life. Airlines websites are among my favorite websites wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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I do love traveling. Before I start earning my own, I took part in college activities because I wanted to get a chance of getting free airline tickets. You know how it works right? Be active, be winner, then college will send you to compete with contestants from other states. Usually it will be held in West Malaysia. So, we from east will go there. That's how I managed to get free tickets &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Its 2 in 1. Competition and &lt;i&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/i&gt; hehe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then when I came into real life, earning from my own sweats, my wish getting bigger from domestic to international. This year, I settled down with Bangkok and Bandung. My other half and I keep telling each other how we want to visit Bangkok again because we had not enough. The people is so nice, the food is very delicious, tourist friendly, not to mention shopping heaven. Even though flying to other countries sometimes makes me worry because of language differences &lt;i&gt;(my english is not very good and not very fluent also)&lt;/i&gt;, but I think so far nothing too hard to handle.&lt;/div&gt;
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For the time being, I have few places to dream of. Let's see.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;JAPAN&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One of my favorite. I always tell the universe that I must come here before my last breath wtf. Malaysian needs visa to visit Japan and they say to apply it requires at least RM10k in saving account *gulp* That's a lot of RM! &lt;/div&gt;
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Of course the top reason why I want to visit Japan is I want to spend all my money there! Gosh I really love Japan stuff. I read that Japan has many tourist attractions such as historical buildings but I'm not so into buildings, so I guess shopping suits me best &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Before this I really really want to visit South Korea. I think it is because I watch tons of Korean dramas or movies. Then, when I read others' experience, I'm not sure anymore why I want to go there. As I mentioned earlier, I prefer going somewhere I can shop till drop &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;. They say it's a perfect vacation if you want to visit historical buildings or drama set. Yes, I can still shopping there but Japan worth it more. Or maybe I want to go Korea just because I want to ask the universe to let me meet these people;&lt;/div&gt;
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Honestly, this never came into my mind until today &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. I was reading people travel experiences on the net, suddenly I found a thread of Maldives. Maigoodness I don't know Maldives look soooooo beautiful like this. Frankly I do know Maldives as one of beautiful islands, but I don't really care to google more about it until today.&lt;/div&gt;
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Can you say no? I'm not a beach person. I always avoid the sun. I get sunburn easily. I don't know how to swim. I don't wear swimsuit. I am afraid of sea creatures. But this one is exceptional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And actually, I still have an option of not going to Maldives to save cost. I can still go to Sipadan Island or Kapalai Island (pic above). But, you know right, I said something about overseas earlier hehehe. Well, to be truth, I think my other half will forever disagree &lt;i&gt;(unless we win free tickets and accommodation from lucky draw wtf)&lt;/i&gt; on this beach idea. He works offshore so he gets boring already. He said whenever he see seas he wants to vomit &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. But I doubt that because his favorite food is still seafood wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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So universe, please let me know which place should I go this coming 2013. Besides, please pour me with lots of RM too. Or if you are double generous, make it in USD. I would be forever thankful for that.&lt;/div&gt;
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People say Japan goods are really good. The best Japan stuff I can get around my place is from Daiso or 100yen. The dark side is they don't sell apparels wtf. But the small items I can find there all are good! I mean the cuteness and the use of the item worth the price. In fact, I can find same item like what I can find in Daiso at other places &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; nothing can beat the cuteness Daiso carries. Being a girl, cuteness is important wtf. Say like others will buy sponge at market for RM4.50 but I will spend RM5 for a sponge in Daiso because it is in Hello Kitty head shape &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; that's how I live my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, EMODA which is one of Japan brand apparently increase its popularity in a blink of eye. They don't need ten years to grow. From my opinion, their focus is simplicity but something that is easy to mix and match. If you read Cheeserland and Fourfeetnine, you can see how EMODA apparels instantly caught your eyes even though it is just a pair of socks. Me too. I noticed myself keep clicking on &lt;a href="https://emoda-webstore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;EMODA Global&lt;/a&gt; website and placed orders &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Here are my purchases.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bulky Insole Shoes in Blue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Even the box caught my eyes. I can't take my eyes out of it. It is so chic with the combination of black and white. It's weird that Japan didn't use numbers like US which is most commonly used. They use S, M and L size. So I gambled my life on choosing size. Luckily, S fits me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanted pink but it sold out. This blue is awesome too. Recently, I 
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shopping purpose. My shopping slot is never 15 minutes. It will takes 
hours of walk. In a same time, I want height! Platform is the best 
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Before I place orders, I was pretty sure this case won't fit my camera. It is more to a compact camera case. But I was thinking of make this as my phone case. When it arrived, I'm right. My camera can't fit. But it's okay because iPhone 4 can fit. So, mission accomplished wtf. It is made of synthetic leather. I swear I don't know what is synthetic leather but that's what they say &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. I love how simple it is but it still gives impact to your daily fashion. Sometimes, I am lazy to bring my handbag to run errands. So, I had to hold phone and purse like that. Guess this will definitely solve my problem. It can handles my phone and enough money for a simple errand. &lt;/div&gt;
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I admit they ain't cheap but for me they worth it because of the quality. But in Japan, it is their standard price. If you say you can buy this for RM 20, for me that's your choice. I also can get that price if I buy in taobao but not this quality. It's all in your hand. &lt;/div&gt;
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I am happy with my purchase. EMODA handles my orders very good. But I suggest for them to improve their website. I mean update the shipping status. For my orders, the shipping status never changed even after I received my parcel &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. I went to their fb page and asked why my orders were still unshipped even after 5 days. The next day, Poslaju van came and honked. I spotted instantly a chic box next to the driver and I knew it was mine. The poslaju man must be very confused why is this girl smiles very very very wide. Am I too handsome for life or what &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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So yeah, I can see myself as return buyer for EMODA :)&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/2012/11/emoda-haul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBEETVaX9Y4a_zw27UXOiLEZS30bYCBFBIdw3RxoAcDVt0eBqpEWtfSI5F5foWQBESpW9L256sRsDR8mE7NZK2Xhh46stKEFDIN7w2H_G7bzyCtoYac6sjQzdsvTfGyDatKRf1dk1CHZj/s72-c/IMG_1754.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-5582639577447302257</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-21T12:48:12.242+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bubblyvujie</category><title>quality x quantity</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
It is a fact that I have too much clothes. My family and friends acknowledge that I am a serious shopper. I used to spend my money on buy 3 free 1, or buy 2 free 1, or buy 1 free 1, or buy 2 for a price of 1, or &lt;i&gt;whatever-you-know-how-it-works&lt;/i&gt;. So my wardrobe is never empty. But frankly, out of 3, there is only one of them that I really want. The other two are just to fill the quota. And usually, the material is not good. One throw into a washing machine will destroy it. If it doesn't fit to my body perfectly, I don't want to wear it again. But to throw it into dustbin, I will be investigated by my mom why I waste it like that. To avoid all that, I just put it inside the wardrobe but never wear again &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt; That's how my wardrobe exploding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I am reducing them. Since I'm now living alone, I can throw my imperfect shirts whenever I want &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; no one will nag and no one will pick it up again from the dustbin. I prefer to hang all my shirts instead of fold them because I can have all the &lt;a href="http://vujie.blogspot.com/2012/09/your-dream-walk-in-wardrobe.html" target="_blank"&gt;so-called-walk-in-wardrobe&lt;/a&gt; by myself. I notice that almost half of shirts I own, I don't wear often. Some of them I only wore once! For instance, I don't like to wear a shirt with school logo&lt;i&gt; (you know when everyone agree to have same shirt with same logo and same color duh!)&lt;/i&gt;. So when I have to, I only wear once.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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One of the reason why I buy too many is because I tell myself that I have to buy so I can match it with a pant I bought recently. I am always lazy to try first my purchase &lt;i&gt;(my bad I know)&lt;/i&gt; because I always feel like I can fit into anything since my body is not that weird &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;, so I just proceed to the cashier. Little did I know when I come home and try to match it using the imagination I had earlier, it comes out wrong wtf. So there it goes the top will rest in peace in wardrobe fml.&lt;/div&gt;
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Same goes to bags or shoes issue. I have to buy to match with this and that. In the end nothing is right.&lt;/div&gt;
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So, I'm going to reducing them be selling or give them out to my family or unfortunate students and only put quality ones into my wardrobe. I'll teach myself patience. No more being crazy when seeing all that SALE signs. Keep calm and buy quality instead of quantity.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://vujie.blogspot.com/2012/11/quality-x-quantity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (_Vu-JiE_)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6996013261825426012.post-3844765357935570671</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2012 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-16T12:37:05.925+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bubblyvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photospamvujie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shoppingvujie</category><title>effortless chic</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I don't remember very well when it started but I notice that I no longer use 16mm diameter contact lens, no longer line my eyes 5m and wing it doll like&lt;i&gt; (still do but more natural)&lt;/i&gt;, no longer wear princessy dress, no longer loving barbie striking pink &lt;i&gt;(well actually I've never love striking pink HAHA)&lt;/i&gt;. I also notice that my style also changed. I can't say much because things will usually change from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;
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My favorite blogs were #1 &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cheeserland&lt;/a&gt;, #2 &lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.com/" target="_blank"&gt;AudreyFourFeetNine&lt;/a&gt;, #3&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;. Now they all rank down. My most favorite blog now is &lt;a href="http://proudduck.com/" target="_blank"&gt;VivyProudduck&lt;/a&gt;. I've never missed read her new blogpost. She's so entertaining. And her outfits are very inspiring. Her pretty face helps too :) And her expensive bags &lt;i&gt;(I-am-jealous!)&lt;/i&gt;. I tried to find out what is her fashion called, then yesterday I think the word 'effortless chic' is suitable. She didn't put too many layers on her but still she looks very great. She just dress neatly and put some accessories, then tadaaa~ she's ready to go. Because of her, my top shopping website now is &lt;a href="http://www.fashionvalet.com/" target="_blank"&gt;FashionValet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt; that also tell you guys that I made few purchases already &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt; I promise you can't take your eyes easily from that dangerous web!&lt;/div&gt;
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Knowing that she's also petite&lt;i&gt; (standard size of Malaysian I think)&lt;/i&gt;, guess the way she dress herself can also suit me.&lt;/div&gt;
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My first try on palazzo pants. I used to think that palazzo thing not suitable for me because I'm short but Vivy rock it very well. Little did I know that it is very comfortable! Obviously, &lt;a href="http://www.fashionvalet.com/women/pants-leggings/where/article-designer/chic-yamada.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chic Yamada's palazzo pants&lt;/a&gt; seems like the best, but this cheap material lycra palazzo I bought from local store also nice. And tuck in? Helloooo? What style is that? Very &lt;i&gt;skema&lt;/i&gt; lah you know! Yea, I used to think that way but why it looks nice when I try??? &lt;i&gt;*confuse*&lt;/i&gt;. My other half yet to see this style. I'm pretty sure his comment will be like&lt;i&gt; 'ugh! Buruk.&lt;/i&gt;' He doesn't have fashion sense, please be informed &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tuck again? &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt; see how easy I can be influenced? That headband, didn't it reminds you to Salvatore Ferragamo bow style? Actually I'm so over headband thing already but it can't be helped I still use it sometimes. &lt;a href="http://www.fashionvalet.com/accessories/hair-accessories/where/article-designer/sereni---and--shentel.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sereni &amp;amp; Shentel&lt;/a&gt; headbands are the best! Very gorgeous. But their prices are expensive for my accessories standard. Maybe one of you would like to give it to me as present? Please give me your email, I'll give my address &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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First, I'm presenting you guys my most popular selca at the moment. I uploaded this in instagram then my friends commented I look like shampoo model here. Thank you to the fan. Due to the likes on instagram, I uploaded again in facebook. and managed to get 15 likes &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; that's a good news to me. Before this, just to get 1 like, I had to call genie in a bottle to grant my wish wtf. My aunt some more commented I look like Fauziah Latif, famous Malaysia pop singer 10 years ago &lt;b&gt;LOLOL&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;You all just want to make me happy right? fml&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mustard dress and necklace from Bandung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shoes from &lt;a href="http://www.shopkissandtell.net/product.php?id_product=241" target="_blank"&gt;Kiss &amp;amp; Tell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I took a leave that day because I think I deserve it. Worked hard for the week arrange this and that, key in marks, etc etc etc. So I put effort on doll up myself and go out. I love it how I can take all the time in the world putting make up on my face and choosing apparels and accessories. My usual days are usually rush everything because I need to be at school before the bell rings. Sometimes I would skip contact lens because I wake up late. Sometimes I wear tracksuit even though I know I won't teach PE that day because I am too lazy to iron &lt;i&gt;baju kurung&lt;/i&gt;. I wear sandals to school because the environment is not right for me to wear heels. It sadden me that I'm super messy these days. So, when I have extra time I put effort to make myself pretty and neat again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Was unhappy last week. I failed again in applying to transfer back to my hometown. This time I'm very sad. Guess I put too much hopes this time. I think it's time already for me to come back to my family. I've been away from my family since secondary school. I went to boarding school, then further my study to college that also far from home, and now working very very very far too. So I spent very little times with family. Some people just don't understand. They say it's okay to stay far from family as long as payday comes every month without fail. I bet they simply say like that because they stay with their family. They don't know the down side. But it's okay. I will try again next April :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Yeay it's gonna be a looong weekend this time. Yeay again! It's Hari Raya Aidiladha this week, so I can lay flat on my bed for four days wtf. After all rush hours at school, from sports to exam to marking papers to key in marks to meetings etc etc etc, I deserve this long weekend! Shit I guess I forced myself too much recently that I almost die last night wtf. I suddenly felt like puking and my body wasn't work very well. Looking at myself last night, I looked so pitiful with tired eyes and messy hair, I felt like crying thinking why am I like this. Before the tears come down, I put myself to sleep and not expecting any dreams. I just want a rest. A very nice rest. I left all my works on the desk. This morning, I woke up earlier than usual and get them all done then went to school without any makeup. I prepared myself to be laugh stock because me without makeup is super unglam &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nevermind. This week I'm gonna regain my power. Everything will be fine again. The Secret's twitter once said plan tomorrow as what you want it to be, everything will slowly goes as what you've planned. Okay, so I'll plan my weekend. I will eat good food, laugh with Running Man, have good sleep, talk to awesome people, and online shopping &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Obviously online shopping can makes me happy so that's what I'm gonna do.&lt;/div&gt;
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Some people say 26 is already old for a girl so must get married very quick. Or else it would affect the womb or whatever blablabla. But why I hadn't give a deep thought about that? &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. Okay, maybe it is because I'm still enjoying my single life. My other half and I never talked &lt;i&gt;(yet)&lt;/i&gt; about this living together thing very serious. I mean like discussing it as if we are in a parliament meeting or something wtf. But sometimes we do talk about it. And it ends very quick. It almost like a joke for us. Maybe, because everytime we try to discuss I feel like laughing &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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So yesterday, that topic popped out again. You know how we have&lt;i&gt; 'hantaran'&lt;/i&gt; before marriage right? It started because we are not sure when will people bring the&lt;i&gt; 'hantaran'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Me : "When will people actually bring the &lt;i&gt;'hantaran'&lt;/i&gt;? Is it on the engagement day or on&lt;i&gt; 'akad nikah'&lt;/i&gt; day? Why some people give&lt;i&gt; 'hantaran'&lt;/i&gt; twice?"&lt;/div&gt;
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Me : "Ah whatever. But I want to insist that among all the&lt;i&gt; 'hantaran'&lt;/i&gt;, there must be a Balenciaga bag for me!"&lt;/div&gt;
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Back at school days, all I know is being teacher is so easy. Talk and marking papers. Shit me now I'm a teacher I torture myself with lots works! Not that I'm complaining because even if I do, nothing will change. Except I resign and eat grass for my whole life wtf. Do you know that talking in class can actually makes you tired like you just involved in world war? Yes. That is so true. I don't run on a treadmill at school but still when I reach home, all I see is just my bed because I'm too exhausted! I put all my stamina on my talking effort, especially to the slow learners. Well kids. They always play, play and play. And me as a teacher always in charge to remind them on how to behave by doing things like talk, talk and talk.&lt;/div&gt;
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However we still have our own time. Where we suppose to do our teaching preparation. Because my school isn't a big school &lt;i&gt;(my school have around 70 students only can you imagine how small my school is?)&lt;/i&gt;, so all preparations won't take long. My colleagues and I have time to sit together talking about life while sipping 3in1 coffee wtf. Our staffroom has hot water dispenser and 3in1 coffee. We are so cool we are not ordinary we can make coffee in staffroom wtf. Besides talking about life, we also spending time together sharing iPad or Samsung tab and admiring branded handbags &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. We like to tease the boys especially the junior one.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Buy these handbags for us please. Only RM 5000 each. Different color for each person ok? Thank you."&lt;/div&gt;
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"I want this Chanel handbag. I need RM 7000 more. Lend me money please."&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course they will buy for us. They love us. Really love us!&lt;/div&gt;
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"With that amount, I better buy a motorcycle or invest on whatever that will make it double," said the boys.&lt;/div&gt;
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*sigh* What do they know about fashion and life standard &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Clothes.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think it is handbag for me. Because I can handle myself when I see attractive elegant beautiful apparels. I can persuade myself that it is okay. Nice clothes are everywhere. Shoes, I love them. Realistically, my shoes are usually stay alive nicely on the rack and rarely use, especially high heels. Because wearing high heels to school is something that can be considered insane. Why? Imagine yourself wearing them super gorgeous from home, only to arrive at school stepping on mud, chicken shit and all. So &lt;i&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt; my heels, so yeah, please rest in peace on the rack wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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Handbag? That can kill me in instant. My pocket always have holes so I can say I am always &lt;i&gt;money-less&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. How I control myself from a jaw-dropping handbag? Obviously, I failed all the time wtf. First, I talk nicely to myself that I don't really need it. I have too many bags. Most of them left unwrap just because I can be satisfied by owning and not using &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt; wtf is that. So I don't need new bags. Just stick to the one I use everywhere I go until it dead. Then, I go home and sleep. When I am awake, the visual of bag still there. That is when I tell myself again &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I NEED THAT BAG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;*start the car drive straight to the handbag location wtf*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't earn large amount every month. I still can't achieve the level where people wear Chanel just to buy fishes at wet market. Level is still locked. So, cheap ones but good quality is the best for me. Until today, the expensive bag I ever bought is Coach Poppy Swingpack for RM 200. It is just a small bag. Can't even put in my Roxy long purse. Haih small bag cost a lot because the brand. Why I bought it if it's expensive for my range? Because I was too curious what makes those branded bags super expensive!&lt;/div&gt;
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Well well well. A girl is still a girl. Why men can spend a lot on modifying car? That's the same reason why girls are always dreaming for branded handbags. It is satisfaction (sorry if you are not this type of girl but I'm sure I am). Thank you my dear colleagues, you guys are my backbone to this madness. Thank you for being there next to me whenever we browse for the babies online &lt;i&gt;*sarcasm*&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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My dream bag right now is Balenciaga. One day, you are gonna be mine.&lt;/div&gt;
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Actually I don't really admire Coach. It didn't attracts me as much as Balenciaga does. But then, that's the only brand I can afford right now &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I believe it's every girls dream having our own walk-in wardrobe. A girl can never had enough apparels right? If only universe have special fund for us girls to renovate our house and turning one of the rooms into our own walk-in wardrobe &lt;b&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. This is actually one of my point of renting a house and living alone. So that I can spare a room for my infinity amount of clothes that seems like never reduced but keep increasing wtf. I swear I bought too much clothes these days and I haven't wear them yet &lt;i&gt;*sigh&lt;/i&gt;. And of course, my imaginary walk-in closet has to be in pink! A combination of white and pink to&amp;nbsp; be exact.&lt;/div&gt;
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Something like this. But where are the clothes? It almost doesn't make sense for a girl to have so little amount of clothes wtf.&lt;/div&gt;
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Blair Waldorf's personal wardrobe. Ohmyyyyy look at those heelsssss!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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BEP Fergie's wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because I have too many clothes, so I guess this one is better to be my reference on how to organise all my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;
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Realistically, my&lt;i&gt; so-called-dream-walk-in-wardrobe&lt;/i&gt; is actually like this :-&lt;/div&gt;
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Filtered with heavy noise to avoid you from vomit seeing how messy the room is &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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This house has three rooms. One is my master bedroom which I strictly put few important things only, &lt;i&gt;e.g : bed, side table, fan, full body mirror&lt;/i&gt;, because I want it to be comfortable to sleep. Comfortable enough to make me sleep until noon wtf. Second room is my working room, filled with electronic stuff. A room where I spend most of my life wtf. Online, writing, typing, printing, watching movies, daydreaming, etc etc etc. And the third room, a room I want to make it my walk-in wardrobe, in the end look like a warehouse &lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. I have too many useless stuff which I still can't decide to keep or to throw away. I put everything in there. So, there goes my dream of having my own celebrity wardrobe&lt;i&gt; *sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is the best I can do wtf&lt;/div&gt;
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