<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:53:38.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bitch, Therefore I Am</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-3596375360060165351</id><published>2008-12-02T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:37:53.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always something you've got to give up, if you want everything you want</title><content type='html'>This is probably the truest thing I have heard. I do not know its origins neither have I bothered to research it because I Have been too busy packing and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised today when I had to take cat to the vet to get him desexed, that at the end of the day, there is aways something you've got to give up if you want everything you want. I want Bud to be with me in Malaysia, so I had to desex him, that meant going through what I find to be a horrific experience for him as well as me. I GET IT that he's going to be a calmer more affectionate cat but I can already see he has lost that THUGgish ruggishness about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Freaking feline overpopulation. Rudd will be a total arsehole if he decides to make it a law that all cats are desexed because you know what?! Now we suffer from OVERPOPLATION, but give it 20 years and people will be claiming that the feline species is close to extinction. I think that if people can believe that Jesus turned water to wine or bread or what not (basically magic; in which if the secret was found out, could lead to devastating outcomes, hence the famous magician quote "If i told you I'd have to kill you" ,which really makes you wonder what REALLY went down). Cats were MEANT to breed the way they do. Stop trying to play GOD will you?! It's proven to NOT Have worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFF you desexation...now my kitty's got bebolagoreng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-3596375360060165351?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/3596375360060165351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=3596375360060165351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/3596375360060165351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/3596375360060165351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-always-something-youve-got-to.html' title='There&apos;s always something you&apos;ve got to give up, if you want everything you want'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-7824508993533465777</id><published>2008-11-26T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:31:33.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I float like a butterfly but sting like a bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274403443364971858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJx_JvdxVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w7VhxsKfYpI/s400/shalzsydney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it has been a solid 5 years almost that I have been living in Sydney and this saga shall come to a temporary end in less than 4 days. My mind has been a boggle of activity and I'm not surprised that things haven't really set in yet. I guess part of the awesomeness of the situation is that I now have my residency so I can tell Malaysia to eff-off if things get to bad without the hassle of applying for a visa etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274405263090871666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJzpEv7bXI/AAAAAAAAANE/7Ko9hfCot1M/s400/lookout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I am the most fickle of people. Prior to news of receiving my residency, I remember freaking out all the time at the thought of remaining in Sydney till whenever. Now, I am dreading what I wanted to much before! Sydney has been good to me. I have grown and developed as well as accomplished key objectives, that being a degree, and my residency. My luck that I found love along the way! So now I have it all....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274405746563323922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ0FN0vmBI/AAAAAAAAANM/VZyTvtEDi_8/s400/bikesbridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have met such strange, smart, interesting, beautiful, engaging, educational, inspiring and of course effed-up people in Australia it almost makes me cringe to think that I will now be amongst Malaysians!!! When I lived with Krystal (who is Canadian) we actually took a bike ride with Mark (my housemate/landlord) pub hopping for beers on afternoon/evening. How awesome that was!! Very random and not something Shalz does...but who can say no to Krystal?!?!?! I'm so glad I didn't because it was such a memorable day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274406803684507234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ1Cv6EvmI/AAAAAAAAANU/VJ8HOyvOKJE/s400/kooyongswings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When Krystal moved out we had Diane(Francais) move in and when she moved out, Lisa and her boyfriend Ryan moved in. Here's us at the swings doing what we do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274407850311475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ1_q5Y4MI/AAAAAAAAANc/JPWdqspLR3w/s400/garage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live in the coolest house with the coolest garage where everyone seems to float around instead of the very comfortable lounge room with it's sofas and such. Our common room, my refuge, the place where I started creating my designs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274409146911309010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ3LJG4PNI/AAAAAAAAANk/l9gATh8-b-Y/s400/Brosbday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274409812021756178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ3x21kQRI/AAAAAAAAANs/e6t7N7o-FLw/s400/bros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THEN we have my brothers, who are both here in Sydney now who I will miss terribly much. I am such an emotional person and when my brother Sachin(left) left Sydney temporarily years ago I spent days locked up in my room on my bed crying. Now I am leaving, but it's okay because I will see them back in KL. Phew...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274411188431231362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ5B-XKGYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WvDhgbxo5lw/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;AHhhhh Epping Park and our sessions. Regardless of season or weather...buddies + scotch = Hallelujah! (It's times like this I'm glad Mum has yet to reach the stage of reading blogs and Dad, I'm sure your time in Colombo back in the day was spent doing very much the same thing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274412624331003842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ6VjgV18I/AAAAAAAAAN8/_wi6borvYYY/s400/IMG_1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Glorious Sydney....where hired dancers can ACTUALLY dance and are ACTUALLY hot, not your average Chinese speaker dry-humper that you see at your average Malaysian club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274419348611869186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKAc9Z1KgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/c2GwMpBSjGU/s400/ShalMichael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274414745835343298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ8RCuZDcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rE4-zdKDMok/s400/Yeah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sydney, where I met the hottest, hippest German gay man. Michael is such an amazing person. He carries himself in the most respectable way and it is SO attractive! He should be an ambassador for Gay rights man. He is the most demure and classy person I have met. Surprise surprise he is supremely Gay as well. Shows you huh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274416300149473570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ9rg_wgSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VsYCzNOVEkA/s400/IMG_0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sydney is also the place where I met the BIGGEST slut-bag EVER, and believe me, i have seen some messed up chicks. This one takes the cake. Shocking because she gave me the impression she was this innocent Singhalese chick but in reality is an ass-ram-rodded-whore. Shows you la! Just because you look innocent and come from Sri Lanka does NOT mean you are in ANY way a prude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274417362696480290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJ-pXStJiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZNrtG_I6F-w/s400/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny these two look like the best of friends because the guy on the left is probably the Grossest person I've had to live with. During my first 2 years in Sydney, I stayed in university off-campus accomodation and this guy moved in from France and used to like to cook his meals in the kitchen in his tight underwear. See the size of the dude? There is something extremely repulsive about walking into the kitchen to make your morning coffee only to see Adrien cooking sausages in his underwear. WTF right?! I tell you, one day, I was leaving my apartment in the morning only to find that Adrien, in his drunken state the night before, decided to drag his mattress OUTSIDE the apartment and lie it down right at the door outside the apartment. I found him sleeping on the mattress at the ENTRANCE of our apartment OUTSIDE sleeping with his eye covers in his underwear. *sigh* drama drama drama.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274422336459827874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKDK4AS6qI/AAAAAAAAAPE/67AL3sT9-1g/s400/IMG_1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274420468994518898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKBeLJ3r3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/YzI_9v9cATc/s400/IMG_1269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Macquarie University's campus. It is stunning. So green and beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274421043536813522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKB_nfbXdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/j72lfH26-jQ/s400/IMG_1267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a fan of greenery or anything but there's something soothing about seeing so much of green at an educational institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274421220222002674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKCJ5sdZfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lwY9Coydqwc/s400/IMG_1268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Still, I remember rolling on this grass and enjoying it immensely :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274423285851625698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKECIw8GOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/i5PUe7G9QCA/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sydney is however, home to some pretty freaking huge spiders. One of these bad boys showed up in my bathroom the other day. I spent 15 minutes with a broom before I managed to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274424500861230146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKFI3BzXEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/k0QHAL6VUzw/s400/budbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney!!! Where the grass is green and Bud baby chills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274424926863033570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKFhqAjBOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dt_3wKVR1mg/s400/The+Ranch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sydney has defined, clarified and made me....It's not an easy task accomplishing what I did, alone for the most part at the end, but I did it, and now I am done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to return back home to get the experience necessary to make me more of use to Australia...and then, I will be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274426043115230338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/STKGioXz1II/AAAAAAAAAPk/pZ5ZQD_9YaM/s400/leavinbike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-7824508993533465777?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/7824508993533465777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=7824508993533465777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/7824508993533465777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/7824508993533465777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-float-like-butterfly-but-sting-like.html' title='I float like a butterfly but sting like a bee'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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/_KVPqDNisd_U/STJx_JvdxVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w7VhxsKfYpI/s72-c/shalzsydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-2180672138450582142</id><published>2008-11-08T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T06:02:15.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Prime Minister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SRWaxD4eYpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wOO8VuE99IE/s1600-h/badawi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266285506926109330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SRWaxD4eYpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wOO8VuE99IE/s400/badawi5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SRWZc6tTAzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pYeqB3D-qvA/s1600-h/badawi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266284061354296114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SRWZc6tTAzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pYeqB3D-qvA/s400/badawi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this year's National Integrity Convention, our Prime Minister Badawi made a very commendable appearance. I mean, he did promise alot of change and years after his guiding us, I guess we are nowhere worse off than we were before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, we are allowed to marvel at his idiotic behaviour. I mean, honestly, I think the man looks abit stupid to begin with. He just doesn't seem to be able to live up to Mahatir at least in the looks and personality department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was just totally amused at these pictures snapped of OUR PRIME MINISTER...VERY VERY VERY DEEP IN THOUGHT...during a PUBLIC CONVENTION....where there would be photographers and hundreds of guests all in plain sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really think he's deeply pondering the issue at hand? Think again...or rather look closer beeyotches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266284323700903554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SRWZsMBmjoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UdvFAflRsdc/s400/badawi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup...the man is SLEEPING. THE MAN...IS PASSED OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN case you needed further reassurance that the Prime Minister of Malaysia was passed out during an Integrity Convention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266284987584960594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SRWaS1L5WFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OrMw5h7QTqY/s400/badawi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At least the man woke up at some point...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266284540192687010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SRWZ4yhRA6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/zq1-fP9KUBs/s400/badawi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Only to fall back into a blissful slumber several minutes later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!! At a point in time when we see a man like Obama take center stage in the US, it really makes you want to stab yourself in the heart when you see dumkunts like this taking charge of our glorious nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama looks like the missing link from Men In Black. Badawi looks like a reject from a bad Malay version of Harry Potter. It's times like this that I count my lucky stars and consider myself blessed that Malaysia is a weak nation compared to the US and actually relish in the fact that almost everything revolves around the US. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-2180672138450582142?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/2180672138450582142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=2180672138450582142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/2180672138450582142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/2180672138450582142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-prime-minister.html' title='Our Prime Minister'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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/_KVPqDNisd_U/SRWaxD4eYpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wOO8VuE99IE/s72-c/badawi5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-4335388225467250898</id><published>2008-11-06T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:43:32.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokin Bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c63735475528a440" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc63735475528a440%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331642027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A9CC74D188AEF53580A2D22CEFE3AAD12432A80.1804EE84FE34E0AB3111598C6F69405DD0A5B12F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc63735475528a440%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjpjZgbR9dobgOtG3fol77c744aY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc63735475528a440%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331642027%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A9CC74D188AEF53580A2D22CEFE3AAD12432A80.1804EE84FE34E0AB3111598C6F69405DD0A5B12F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc63735475528a440%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjpjZgbR9dobgOtG3fol77c744aY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say Bone Thugs were AWESOME at the concert. They started first...well they came after the local acts but who really pays attention to who those even were. So though Snoop had to refrain from pullin out a spliff on stage probably due to his tight visa conditions but that didn't stop the rest of the performers. Alcohol out of blue plastic cups, Layzie Krayzie and Wish put on an awesome show though with the least set up. Had to wait a solid 40 minutes for Snoop to get his arse on stage though. Prolly busy getting his smoke and drink on backstage, OR smoking with Cube, as the DJ (that reminded me of Prabhu oddly enough) kept saying as if it was supposed to make us at ease with the wait. Anyway, Ice Cube was amazing but Bone really did it for me that night. Ghetto and fabulous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-4335388225467250898?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c63735475528a440&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/4335388225467250898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=4335388225467250898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/4335388225467250898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/4335388225467250898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/11/tokin-bone.html' title='Tokin Bone'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-8983056722606527847</id><published>2008-11-04T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:04:48.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Messiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SREjqZnTrEI/AAAAAAAAAME/rs-AdPUAMdo/s1600-h/bo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265028650710051906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SREjqZnTrEI/AAAAAAAAAME/rs-AdPUAMdo/s400/bo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Congratu-fudging-lations Mr Obama, and let us hail the new president of the United States. Amazing that 8 years ago the same people voted for Bush to be president. The first African American president, our messiah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, this is all not even shocking to me. It was almost a given that Obama would win. Mc Cain and Pailin were a joke really. I'd start hating the US immediately if they won, blaming the whole nation for the portion that won and made them president and VP. It was always Obama...I knew that the day Oprah pledged her support to him. I said "Hmm...Oprah is always right"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have always spoken of a messiah that lives amongst us, and Obama may just be that man. He is bringing a new hope not just to the US, but to the rest of the world with his stepping in. This man will now have the weight of the world on his shoulders and it will be very interesting to see how his plans unravel throughout his course of presidency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND...I suggest a bullet-proof "Obama-mobile" quite like what the Pope uses on his visits to be constructed and completed before Obama and Biden swear into their positions in January 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man is going to give us as much and if not, then more than the Pope possibly could, and several death threats have already been made towards the guy. GIVE HIM SECURITY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have only sincere thanks to the people of the United States. I have to say that they have given back some credibility to themselves...to me that is. So far we have only them to blame for wars (*cough* Haliburton *cough) and our markets crumbling(*cough*dodgy financial instruments *cough*). REPENT biznitches! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for all the rednecks out there...YOUR PRESIDENT IS A BLACK DUDE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall leave this post, with a scary thought...that having Obama as the US president and him being black, that this may actually bring up new issues with the US. However on a funny flip, it turns out that having a Black President ...makes them racialists uber happy because they want to put on their white suits and get their freak on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Klu Klux Klan leader David Duke predicts that a black president could advance white civil rights. as whites would be inspired to rise up and begin what he calls a long overdue revolution. About 200,000 Americans are thought to be members of white supremacy groups." &lt;a href="http://www.citizensugar.com/"&gt;www.citizensugar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-8983056722606527847?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/8983056722606527847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=8983056722606527847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/8983056722606527847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/8983056722606527847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-messiah.html' title='Our Messiah'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SREjqZnTrEI/AAAAAAAAAME/rs-AdPUAMdo/s72-c/bo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-6067449061437017473</id><published>2008-10-28T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:50:36.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 Year Old McDonalds Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SQf4cbkiR0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/rbyb6IFohwQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262447856926738242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SQf4cbkiR0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/rbyb6IFohwQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I was online today and I was chatting to my brother and he gave me this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IGtDPG4UfI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IGtDPG4UfI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IGtDPG4UfI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's about a four year old McDonalds burger that this lady has for some reason decided to keep in a lunchbox and carry around with her. She's obviously studying something and I didn't do any investigating into who she is or what she does, but the clip is an excerpt from some shot on Diet.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not diet, don't know anyone that does, so needless to say, I my interest stopped at the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It IS interesting though. Basically, it shows that a McDonalds cheeseburger, kept just as it was bought in a lunchbox (no shrink wrap, no preservatives added, etc) after four years, has NO mold, NO rot and looks almost like the real thing. Except that it is rock hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady has 4 year old frenchfries for God's sake! And yes, these fries too scarily look exactly like the fresh thing. I really wanted to feel it myself. Apparently the grease and oil is retained over those years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**K! What the HELL does this mean? I do not usually eat fries, and oddly enough, today I got the Hot Ogalo MEAL instead of just the burger. Hmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another shitty little thing about the world that we just will never know the real truth about huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-6067449061437017473?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/6067449061437017473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=6067449061437017473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/6067449061437017473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/6067449061437017473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-year-old-mcdonalds-burger.html' title='The 4 Year Old McDonalds Burger'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SQf4cbkiR0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/rbyb6IFohwQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-2369080795191720174</id><published>2008-10-25T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:16:42.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali: What happens when you are left astray in a foreign country with culture that can be confined to sand and surf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SQVHMZd0rQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v9TR5lNA9Z0/s1600-h/IMG_1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261690017972268290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SQVHMZd0rQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v9TR5lNA9Z0/s400/IMG_1608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deepavali, or Divali, (Markiscarali) is a major Indian festival, and a significant festival in Hinduism, Sikhism and Jainism. Many legends are associated with Diwali. Today it is celebrated by Hindus, Jains and Sikhs across the globe as the "Festival of Lights," where the lights or lamps signify victory of good over the evil within every human being. The festival is also celebrated by Buddhists of Nepal, particularly the Newar Buddhists. Hindus tend&lt;/span&gt; to treat and celebrate Diwali as Christians treat and celebrate Christmas. In many parts of India, it is the homecoming of King Rama of Ayodhya after a 14-year exile in the forest. The people of Ayodhya (the capital of his kingdom) welcomed Rama by lighting rows (avali) of lamps (deepa), thus its name, Deepavali. This word, in due course, became Diwali in Hindi. But, in South Indian languages, the word did not undergo any change, and hence the festival is called Deepavali in southern India. South India celebrates it as Light of Lamps that fills the dark New Moon day(Deepavoli: Deepam=Lamp, Oli=Light(Tamil)). It is also marked in parts of Southern India as the day Lord Krishna defeated the demon Narakasura. Diwali is celebrated on the first day of the lunar Kartika month, which comes in the month of October or November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Hindu, though not a very devoted one. I was born Hindu, and my family practiced the basic customs I suppose, new clothes for Deepavali, lucky colour for the day, and usually a family get-to-gether to cap it all off. I never treasured this much I must say, when I was young. I mean sure, it was great that we got to get new clothes, but since I was quite the tomboy back in the day living in Malaysia, it usually meant mum trying to get me into a skirt or a dress of some sort to be paraded in front of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum would always do her sambrani thing on Fridays and I love/miss the smell. I miss the dab of thinnuru on my forehead after mum or grandma's done praying. When Thaipusam rolled around, there would be the lure of Batu Caves and I even recall the charriot coming past our house in ss2. I remember because the indian boys from school followed the charriot and discovered where I lived. Yes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261295607167735074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SQPgequOVSI/AAAAAAAAALs/M9xBq-7ar1M/s400/shalsyd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in Sydney now 5 years. I guess it has always been a question in my mind .... to make a life in Sydney or to "continue" my life in Malaysia. For everyone back home, the answer is obvious, that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I should stay as far away from KL as I can. The only benefit is salary I think...so working in Australia would pay you more, but you also have to spend alot more to live, so even that evens itself out. The quality of life here is very "rich". People live their lives but you need money to live it out decently. There are great activities to do, but I guess it's the asian culture that I miss. I miss sitting at the mamak and being able to sit and eat till any hour without the pressure to clear the table. Hahah. I miss cheap food, and good fun. Tacky lights and plastic chairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE Malaysia, and I would take offense if someone decided to go on a "I hate Malaysia" rant. It's okay if a Malaysian bitches about it because we are Malaysian and Malaysia boleh so it's like our "right". Mostly because&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I think your arguement has to be legit if you want to talk to me about how shit my country is. In most cases, you'd have to have lived in Malaysia for awhile to even BEGIN to "GET IT". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think if you live in Malaysia your whole life, without ever being able to live or experience otherwise, you end up wanting to run away from it. If you have had the chance to see how other parts of the world operate, I think you end up wanting to go back to Malaysia. I dont know, it happens differently for everyone I guess. Our country is complex, and downright sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, needless to say, if I was in Malaysia now, I'd have indulged in a very hectic foodfest this weekend and today. :) I want my muruku and kesari and sweets and food food glorious food! All I can do now is wait for mum to get on Skype and hear about all the amazing things she made and then ate, and if didn't eat then saw. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Deepavali to me then ey?! Yayyyyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-2369080795191720174?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/2369080795191720174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=2369080795191720174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/2369080795191720174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/2369080795191720174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/deepavali-what-happens-when-you-are.html' title='Deepavali: What happens when you are left astray in a foreign country with culture that can be confined to sand and surf'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SQVHMZd0rQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v9TR5lNA9Z0/s72-c/IMG_1608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-4044335617113916009</id><published>2008-10-20T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:30:31.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singh is King: SNOOP, yes, D-O double G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPxyzov_nyI/AAAAAAAAALk/UBBXs0nbIj0/s1600-h/dre%20snoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259204696299511586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPxyzov_nyI/AAAAAAAAALk/UBBXs0nbIj0/s400/dre%2520snoop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I had heard that Snoop had gone and gotten himself into some Bollywood stint awhile ago. I believe this was around the time that I had found out that Snoop was actually touring around Australia and that he would be in Sydney for a concert. To be honest, it doesn't really excite me much that Snoop's going to be there but Bone Thugs have got me pretty hyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I really don't care much for what happens with Snoop, I thought I'd go ahead and do some investigation into his indian venture. Don't get me wrong I love Snoop but I really do not like the fact that he's gone and done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not go further untill I get through the lyrics for this song because I believe it all starts there, as in all my questions about the reason behind it were answered ....starting HERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yo, what up this big snoop dog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Represent the Punjabi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aye ya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hit’em with this&lt;br /&gt;RDB, DPGC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Akshay and Snoop D O double G..G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah, singh is king, this is the thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you know what I mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Follow me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listen to me for a second, check it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singh is the king ..check the records..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yaari hai jaan ena di, vakhri hai shaan ena di,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hasna pehchaan ena di, taiyo aye duniya kehndi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yaari hai jaan ena di, vakhri hai shaan ena di,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hasna pehchaan ena di, sab milke kehde ne..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, hun har koi jaane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, duniya de raaje..]- 2 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ferrari’s, buggatis and maseratis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Snoop D O double G, the life of the party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lay back, stay back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am in the may back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This ain’t James Brown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it’s the big playback,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watch me zoom by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make it boom by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wat up to all the ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hanging out in Mumbai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheese make dollars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;east west masala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;singh is the king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so you all have to follow&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Wad up wad up, wad up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am trying to struck mine]- 2 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wad up wad up wad up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am trying to stick this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wad up, wad up, wad up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am trying to struck mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wad up, wad up, wad up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, hun har koi jaane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, duniya de raaje..]- 2 times&lt;br /&gt;Yaari hai jaan ena di, vakhri hai shaan ena di,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hasna pehchaan ena di, taiyo aye duniya kehndi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yaari hai jaan ena di, vakhri hai shaan ena di,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hasna pehchaan ena di, sab milke kehde ne..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, hun har koi jaane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, duniya de raaje..]- 2 times&lt;br /&gt;Singh surmaie, rakh de ne aan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Agar lorh payi te de denge jaan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Raje maharaje vi kar desi maan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rakhde si pag unchi, bande di shaan..&lt;br /&gt;Jo singha ne kithiyan kurbaaniyan ne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who duniya pe chad gayi nishaniyan ne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Duniya de ban gaye singh badshah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Par sabto uncha, oh sacha badshah..&lt;br /&gt;[Wad up wad up, wad upI am trying to struck mine]- 2 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wad up wad up wad up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am trying to stick this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wad up, wad up, wad up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am trying to struck mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wad up, wad up, wad up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, hun har koi jaane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, duniya de raaje..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, hun har koi jaane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, singh is king,Singh is king…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, hun har koi jaane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, singh is king,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singh is king, duniya de raaje..]- 2 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, Im just a king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sitting on my throne all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you dig what I’m saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring me some grapes over here babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singh is king ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And snoop DO double G is also the king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You dig what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPxxzrU4U9I/AAAAAAAAALM/k2len7Prrrg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259203597479465938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPxxzrU4U9I/AAAAAAAAALM/k2len7Prrrg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I have seen the video, and put it this way, if you are not a fan of Bhangra, AND a fan of snoop, it  might kill you. As with the lyrics, basically, the bits in red are the parts that I absolutely hate and the rest of it is in Hindi so I dont get it anyway, but I am looking at this from a Snoop p.o.v yeah. Only fair since I dont really watch Hindi movies(except for when I was back in KL because they play it on tv with Malay subs), dont speak or understand it and do not listen to Bhangra. I also do not listen to Heavy Metal. That's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God, what is UP with the wad up wad up stick it stick it?! This is NOT acceptable ...NOT from CALVIN BROADUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED?! What happened to the good old days of hanging out sippin on gin n juice.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259204054428766930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPxyORmFUtI/AAAAAAAAALU/PtX4ZCjiitE/s400/rs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259204557205893106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPxyrilfb_I/AAAAAAAAALc/uT8r8bNyA6g/s400/ts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I have always found ways to argue things to myself for the sake of my own inner peace. And this time, I have decided that Snoop did it for the money. I mean who wouldn't? He would have really been treated like a king, been entertained by lots of gorgeous Punjabi chicks, all that and a paycheck at the end. And for what work at the end? To rock up and spit out that crap?! I mean, Warren G DID do a track with TOO PHAT. And we all know their aunt had fame and I think they came from a pretty wealthy family so they paid him to do like, a specific  number of verses, and he didn't even come down to KL to record it. These idiots actually flew their crew to the states to film. OF COURSE LAAAH got chance to with mister G mah down at the long beach...u kno.....like that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SNOOP...you are indeed a wise businessman. You're diversifying yourself, trying to penetrate different markets. I get it....will never even download an illegal copy of it off the internet so you can guarantee I won't be guilty of copyright infringement :D I'm all for celebrities and their obscene wealth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-4044335617113916009?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/4044335617113916009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=4044335617113916009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/4044335617113916009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/4044335617113916009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/singh-is-king-snoop-yes-d-o-double-g.html' title='Singh is King: SNOOP, yes, D-O double G'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPxyzov_nyI/AAAAAAAAALk/UBBXs0nbIj0/s72-c/dre%2520snoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-1634904129331858871</id><published>2008-10-13T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:43:03.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 401 Keg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPPqK0Ij0pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GbFkX1HeHk8/s1600-h/BeerCartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256802661585638034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPPqK0Ij0pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GbFkX1HeHk8/s400/BeerCartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in Delta Airlines one year ago,you will have $49.00 today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in AIG one year ago, you willhave $33.00 today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had bought $1,000.00 of Nortel stock one year ago, it would now be worth $49.00. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Enron you would have $16.50 of the original $1,000.00. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Worldcom, you would have less than $5.00 left. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had purchased $1,000 of shares in Lehman Brothers one year ago, you will have $0.00 today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, if you had purchased $1,000 worth of beer one year ago, drank all the beer, then turned in the aluminum cans for recycling refund, youwill have received $214.00. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Based on the above, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;best currentinvestment plan is to drink heavily &amp;amp; recycle. It is called the401-Keg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."  &lt;a href="http://401kegplan.com/keg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://401kegplan.com/keg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256803166591309346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPPqoNbS1iI/AAAAAAAAALE/KCkCCPTalfo/s400/BeerIsGood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-1634904129331858871?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/1634904129331858871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=1634904129331858871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/1634904129331858871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/1634904129331858871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/401-keg.html' title='The 401 Keg'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPPqK0Ij0pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GbFkX1HeHk8/s72-c/BeerCartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-4449688769858000073</id><published>2008-10-12T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:51:04.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETARDATION to the MAX! Shah Rukh's a Datuk and Beyonce can't perform in KL?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLgjvvjF5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-pdrj0YKOfM/s1600-h/wind.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256510619810731922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLgjvvjF5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-pdrj0YKOfM/s400/wind.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                "Ah nothing like the wind against your bare nipples"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLedAw7SCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rrNEB-3Wvvo/s1600-h/skhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256508305097574434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLedAw7SCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rrNEB-3Wvvo/s400/skhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             " Ooh look at my sexy pelvic vein...want to lick the sweat off my chin? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLd_KyxUNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_g_UUyUs8zM/s1600-h/slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256507792393588946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLd_KyxUNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_g_UUyUs8zM/s400/slut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    "I could be your ONLY dreamlover ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLdww057tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K4rV4WgCpK8/s1600-h/Shah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256507544905051858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLdww057tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/K4rV4WgCpK8/s400/Shah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      "If I were YOUR lover, this is how i'd do it to you! Yeah baby! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLde42SZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k_isHpRQA4M/s1600-h/SK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256507237820687554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLde42SZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k_isHpRQA4M/s400/SK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    " Sexing it up with a hat....abit of Flashdance for ya here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256511732432723522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLhkglTXkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I-Uk2LlCZ4I/s400/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                             "Tripple-whammie-sex-me-up-shot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Bollywood idol Shah Rukh Khan will now flaunt the prefix 'Datuk', a traditional title conferred by the Malaysian royalty and akin to the British knighthood.&lt;br /&gt;The Indian heartthrob will receive his Datukship from the Malacca head, Tun Mohd Khalil Yaakob later on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;He has been listed as an artiste from Dreamz Unlimited, his filmmaking company, in the list of recipients. Shah Rukh will receive the Darjah Mulia Seri Melaka (DMSM), the third highest title.&lt;br /&gt;He is among 77 recipients of the title.&lt;br /&gt;Khan, 43, is a highly acclaimed Indian actor who works in Bollywood films, as well as a film producer and television host.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me guys....do the pictures above in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ANY WAY show a person deemed "DECENT" by our wonderfully Malaysian standards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Guy is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;shirtless half the time&lt;/span&gt;, the rest of the time alternating between pelvic thrusting and jumping around like a nutcase singing with glee. If not that, then he's beating a bunch of men up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO confused...artists such as Avril Lavigne and Beyonce Knowles aren't allowed to perform because of their sultry outfits and just because of the hyper-activity that apparently goes on with these concerts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F**K all these double standards. Then you go and give a punkpunde like Khan here titleship in Malaysia all because he literally SHOOK HIS ASS around during a video IN WHICH HE DIDNT EVEN SING IN! I mean, he LIP SYNCHED around Taman Gajah for five minutes, so he deserves this title??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, you get more posts of this freak shirtless if you google "Shahrukh shirtless" and you dont even get one of Beyonce if you google "Beyonce shirtless" What the hell kind of message are these older assholes sitting as position of power sending off to the rest of the world about Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to slowly shoot dead all the wrinkly farts sitting on their inflated prostates and fake book of bullshit guidance and replace it all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO CLEAN THE F*****G SLATE guys not add dumkunts to our list of already huge dumkunts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256512511052729954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLiR1KxzmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/q1aoS1H7gm0/s400/drunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                  "HALAL?! Screw you guys I'm gettin CruNkeD!!! :D~~~~ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256572624037753810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPMY83fQM9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ym9d_0at7_g/s400/srk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                             "Yeh I get my smoke on too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-4449688769858000073?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/4449688769858000073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=4449688769858000073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/4449688769858000073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/4449688769858000073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/retardation-to-max-shah-rukhs-datuk-and.html' title='RETARDATION to the MAX! Shah Rukh&apos;s a Datuk and Beyonce can&apos;t perform in KL?!'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPLgjvvjF5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-pdrj0YKOfM/s72-c/wind.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-8353080926877455210</id><published>2008-10-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:11:14.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPFpbt3FdjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Jo5L8uaApzg/s1600-h/IMG_1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256098165006104114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPFpbt3FdjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Jo5L8uaApzg/s400/IMG_1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPFn7KrEHmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TZFFODNNRT4/s1600-h/IMG_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little sister/only sister comes in the form of an African Grey parrot Cookie. This addition to our family came when we were living in Hong Kong in 2001 and my brother Sachin managed to convince my mother to let a pet parrot into the household. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, the odd thing with my family is that they are a huge fan of "odd" pets. I mean, I remember begging for a dog for years when I was younger...but NOOOoooo..I was never responsible enough to have a dog or a cat, so I tried desperately to flag down strays but they were always flea infested and that is never a good thing. Anyway, prior to Cookie, we had been through turtles and parakeets, as well as a stray dog we tried to keep that we named Spike and a stray cat that I found named Pussy. I know...IT scratched me one day and I never saw it again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so now we are into our like what...7th year with Cookie, and she is a NUT. I mean, this bird is so unbelievably human-like it's crazy. She eats what we eat, does what we do, and my mother gets on Skype and makes us talk to her! I mean....*sigh* I'm not really sure what it is but that bird has got us hooked :) She still kinda has this thing with me...I personally think because I'm the "other daughter" and whenever I'm back home mum is always too busy with me to give her the attention she normally gets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case....I guess I love her....all I know is a world without Cookie is something I can NOT imagine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256099586226642466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPFqucUd3iI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZTui2lmqgkQ/s400/IMG_1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-8353080926877455210?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/8353080926877455210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=8353080926877455210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/8353080926877455210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/8353080926877455210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/cookie.html' title='Cookie'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SPFpbt3FdjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Jo5L8uaApzg/s72-c/IMG_1325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-2001851543673979322</id><published>2008-10-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:05:45.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAX PAYNE Oct 16th 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6NguN8OLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8QiUh9JtzQM/s1600-h/MP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255293408489781426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6NguN8OLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8QiUh9JtzQM/s400/MP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Payne in the cinemas. Just when you thought nothing would beat Sin City....nyeh heh heh. I must say, I haven't been this excited since Transformers came out and probably wont be untill the next Transformers comes out, with the exception of Max Payne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There IS a higher power because Mark Wahlberg is Max Payne. He is mucho the hotness and I'm lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to bring the hype up too much JUST IN CASE the movie is a huge let down. Well, I dont know what would be a letdown in watching Wahlberg on screen for a coupla hours, especially if he sheds pieces of clothing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-2001851543673979322?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/2001851543673979322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=2001851543673979322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/2001851543673979322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/2001851543673979322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/max-payne-oct-16th-2008.html' title='MAX PAYNE Oct 16th 2008'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6NguN8OLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8QiUh9JtzQM/s72-c/MP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-679593014753372957</id><published>2008-10-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:51:50.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What about that tatt??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tattoo time: Thambi has one, mum has one, everyone seems to have if not want or plans to get one. This time, I'm doin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an extreme procrastinator. This tattoo idea has been lingering for ages but I only decided to sit down and design myself my tattoo yesterday, since I'm supposed to get it done today. Part of the reason why I'm up so early in anticipation. My stomach is already doing the butterfly jiggy and 2.30 is hours away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just gonna pop the pics up and I'll see tonight if it has materialized. Another step to ensure that I do in fact GET IT....today.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255290400577786530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6Kxo31kqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VE8__FqYljk/s400/shalheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255290227478066562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6KnkBpdYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_Wat834BB_Y/s400/shaltatt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255289794315578850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6KOWXqbeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MRHIX9GJY1s/s400/shaltatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-679593014753372957?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/679593014753372957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=679593014753372957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/679593014753372957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/679593014753372957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-about-that-tatt.html' title='What about that tatt??'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6Kxo31kqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VE8__FqYljk/s72-c/shalheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-6547397108733929897</id><published>2008-10-09T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:53:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEST COAST ORIGINALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6IHX4mdxI/AAAAAAAAAII/kmndklSg0TI/s1600-h/wco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255287475439826706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6IHX4mdxI/AAAAAAAAAII/kmndklSg0TI/s400/wco.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I found out that Snoop got his visa approved for his Australian tour, I almost flipped. THEN, I found out that he was touring with not only ICE CUBE, but BONE THUGS AND HARMONY. I mean, this is the equivalent to an unexpected sexy-time dream for me man. It could not happen in a more awesome way than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last concert I took a chance on was Chingy, sad to say. I really dont care what's hot or not, but he was hot in my books a couple of years ago when he toured. He toured with 112 and Ja Rule, but what pissed me off with that concert were two things: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I did not get the best tickets in the house because they were sold out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Ja Rule is SO over the top! When he got on the stage, all I wanted to know was when he was getting off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So basically, Chingy came and did his shit, and left, then Ja Rule spent the remaining concert time screaming and barking into a mic, pouring water down his t shirt while 112 twirled around like batty boys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look I like myself some peaches n cream...but hey...I came for Chingy, what the hell is this?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO NOW, I've got the BEST tickets in the house....DA CHRONIC Dancefloor seats, and I'm seeing snoop, ice AND bone! BABY BABY yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY, my favourite bone brother Bizzy will not be with them. Im not sure if this is good or bad because if he was there, I might faint. And I dont know about fainting with AUD150 tickets. Shizzz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway this is going to be one hell of an orgasmic event...deserving of a post on my blog though its pretty much inactive. I'm awesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-6547397108733929897?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/6547397108733929897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=6547397108733929897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/6547397108733929897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/6547397108733929897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/10/west-coast-originals.html' title='WEST COAST ORIGINALS'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SO6IHX4mdxI/AAAAAAAAAII/kmndklSg0TI/s72-c/wco.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-8129681977764983101</id><published>2008-07-29T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:40:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More QPs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SI7fM6eezkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/T7n8h05LnbI/s1600-h/brownb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228361630372253250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SI7fM6eezkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/T7n8h05LnbI/s400/brownb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strapless is a comibination of cotton batik and shantung silk and is quite flarey with a high waist. Definately to wear at night...still not sure how to rock it in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228385441010040434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SI7024A6PnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Zjs0vhjK94w/s400/IMG_1808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This red number is the last of the batiks and it's got a beaded front&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230237562498620402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SJWJWiOim_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cFlzY5gHTek/s400/IMG_1769.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The green snake combo satin dress with a belt that I did not make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230237838134626818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SJWJmlDSSgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/P2mPbXy_UF4/s400/yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first ... I loved the idea of yellow and black at the time so...tada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230238119134399042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SJWJ2722ikI/AAAAAAAAAHU/A1JyYi5T6tk/s400/IMG_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230238485908298514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SJWKMSMkGxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/f4P8K_mC8_Y/s400/IMG_1838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Very pretty cream and black balloon skirt with detachable/movable flower pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-8129681977764983101?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/8129681977764983101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=8129681977764983101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/8129681977764983101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/8129681977764983101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-qps.html' title='More QPs'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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/_KVPqDNisd_U/SI7fM6eezkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/T7n8h05LnbI/s72-c/brownb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-122590134842086257</id><published>2008-07-21T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:41:16.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White Batik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my recent trip to KL was weird in a way because I had to "not shop" because I had to watch my airline luggage back to Sydney and I only had a 20kg limit. I knew that I had to fit my newly acquired, courtesy of A. Sumi again, stand and all within the limit and that itself weighed about 5kgs in total. Therefore, no shopping...I managed to squeeze in a dress and some shoes (you can NOT leave kl back to oz without some shoes baby). Okay so 2 bottles of pineapple tarts that were surprisingly heavy and random shiz like bangles that I'll probably in all reality never wear here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on I think my second last day in KL I got myself some batik to play with when I got back, so when I got back, I got crackin. The first batik that I played with was this simple black and white print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225458767945513314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SISPEFPXuWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mQ5UhOGWcX8/s400/IMG_1799%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a couple of meters of white chiffon because I knew I wanted a floaty sort of underlayer to the dress. I also wanted to incorporate some frills if possible because of the white chiffon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225459478250418370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SISPtbVQcMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ec8WP_4Dyc8/s400/IMG_1759.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225459674952327842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SISP44GpYqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_hrPS_0soTk/s400/IMG_1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225459836335163458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SISQCRTUCEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9Gv7ZUPlUf8/s400/IMG_1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's front side and back views of what I ended up with after a couple of days. The back doesn't zip up all the way on the mannequin and in fact the white frill straps join in a V just above the closing of the zipper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had also played around initially with the strap design and was thinking of doing a halter with coiled snake circles at the V front. I thought about both frills and a coiled halter....both front and back....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225460693941264802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SISQ0MIioaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mvUarov2LwM/s400/IMG_1747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225461169272454898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SISRP24U_vI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AYYMeQml9pU/s400/IMG_1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I realised when I looked at the back that I didn't want a thin halter strap and preferred the frills instead. Okay so my brother Rabin told me the frills were better so I took his opinion in and worked the frills only a little slimmer.....again after his suggestion :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It fits wonderfully and I'm still amazed at the darts that I stitched. I'd totally rock it...in fact I shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-122590134842086257?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/122590134842086257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=122590134842086257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/122590134842086257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/122590134842086257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-and-white-batik.html' title='Black and White Batik'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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/_KVPqDNisd_U/SISPEFPXuWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mQ5UhOGWcX8/s72-c/IMG_1799%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-3327041661894652886</id><published>2008-07-15T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:19:47.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia needs to chillax with the movies, sex, and their RATINGS and perhaps get SOME Bumis to suffer a fine for flashing nipples in PUBLIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Firstly, GOD almighty WHY does this kind of shit happen? I mean, I'm away from the country most of the time and I've got nothing but praise about my homeland, but everytime I'm home, our newspaper headlines are always REALLY REALLY DODGY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sodomy accusations, cucumber /&amp;amp; brinjal sexual assault, the blowing up of exotic models with C4 explosives, sex DVDS of a health minister banging not his wife....makes me think that this is a SEX problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223163045489658802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHxnHcpby7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jmUMlwtdXRc/s400/one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the picture above.... a Malay Policewoman as you can see from the top left with these foreigners from China they arrested. Apparently these policewomen like to make them do naked squats as well. What on earth was she thinking? Stripping a prisoner and making them do squats as a form of...punishment?? Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folk...Malaysia is in a sex crisis. I mean, as a whole, Malaysia seems freaking LOST. I mean, can we even ARGUE the legitimacy of a gay relationship in Malaysia without being stoned to death? No, right? When I lived in KL recall going to "GAY" clubs , that were specifically gay. They'd have a funky name like Liquid and all you saw in there were guys in tightness. If you were a man, even straight, chances are you'll leave with Some Bodypart groped and if you were a woman, don't wear your pretty shoes out because they'd troddle all over you like you weren't even there. I went anyway because I had a bestest bud that turned out to be gay. The things you'd do for one of these friends I tell you, and vice versa...that's what makes the relationship so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY....Malaysia is SO GAY! I mean we have SUCH a large HUGE crowd of freaking transvestites that patrol chowkitt looking to fill their man-thongs with dollar bills, doing god knows what perversed sexual act in return. I'm all for gay people, but there's something creepy about a block of prostitution full of transvestites. These "women" are fierce! I mean we did pranks like driving through it after a night out or something because it's a must see if you haven't. If they see a woman in the car they get ANGRY...whoa yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right....so &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;huge transvestite prostitution supply&lt;/span&gt; must mean huge demand right, or at least enough demand. These trannies go way out. Most of them have a better figure than me, because they do the necessary nip and tuck here and there, plus the collagen of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224002718904100258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SH9iy330JaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WtT2_cZYtpw/s400/anwar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....we have of course, our very very famous Anwar, whose &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sodomy stories&lt;/span&gt; have rang for years and years, and now ....again. I never thought this was legitimate because sodomy is not something I'd call or refer to as illegal. I mean, the whole Muslim thing about it I'll never understand, but If you ask me, gay men must have existed for ages. I mean if we can accept that dinosaurs could have existed and go watch Jurrassic Park and all, why can't we accept that gay people existed. I mean, okay, even for those of you who do not believe in science and do not accept the theory of evolution.....you wouldn't break your tv to bits if you turned it on one day and Jurrassic Park was on right? You don't believe in it...it's on tv...nyeh...who cares right? Or are you one of those people who'd pick up the phone and call up the TV cable company and demand to know why such crap was on tv? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF THE MAN IS GAY, LET HIM BE GAY, WHAT FREAKING GOOD WOULD IT DO LOCKING HIM UP IN A PRISON which I'm assuming would be a MALE PRISON?! I mean Okay the man's big so he's probably in some private lockup but wouldn't that just give him more time to think about ....men?? The one thing he probably has to hide with his life IF indeed the man is GAY and Guilty of sodomizing his aide *rolls eyes* You see this fellow....the VICTIM...he looks SO freaking jolly on the front page of the newspaper man going in to give his statement or something, smiling and shit.... W T F. I mean the copper following him in the picture looked like he could have been raped....I mean this IS RAPE right?? I mean, the guy didn't WANT Anwar to bootyboo him right? Then why the hell does he look SO happy? WHY?? There is NO logical explanation for this. I mean in that case, wouldn't the guy BEING raped have had sexual pleasure out of this? You know, with the relevance of the prostate gland in the male body. Wouldn't this stupid aide have had some sort of sexual benefit out of all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised if the slut went by got the poor man drunk, told him some bs story and seduced him.&lt;br /&gt;IN ANY case, apparently Gay sex is ILLEGAL in Malaysia if you are Bumi I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had la that fellow who went to jail cuz he had some affair with a Mongolian model, probably one of her baby's daddy, which eventually led to the blowing up of this model's body after she was shot in the head bla di da.....bits of her body sent to lab, wah came back body of model. Amazing CSI team Malaysia has got....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224001068505595314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SH9hSzqJfbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t4tnyZXNOhY/s400/csi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nurin went missing&lt;/span&gt;, then her body found stuffed in a sports bag was found at the bottom of a shoplot, these m*****f*****r punde team of polis pukima negara did nothing with the two strands of hair they found in the bag. I mean they sent la some expert to the States to ANALYZE a CCTV video of a guy that was caught on tape placing a bag at the location where her body was found. That indon that they caught who swallowed her sim card. HELLO?!?!?!?!? Isn't that an OBVIOUS sign that she's hiding something? The bitch was smarter than our police force man. She refused water and food because she didn't want to go to the toilet so the sim card wouldn't be found. So the stupid idiots actually put this crap info in the newspaper article, we read it...wow. So they let her sit there refusing to eat so she wouldn't poop and they just....waited??? COME ON....couldn't they have forced her to eat like ten kgs of really tasty rastali bananas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the picture below okay, this is a picture of the guy the suspect out of the CCTV video that they analyzed of the person carrying the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224004165155570978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SH9kHDlCRSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/X0WoY8MxvBU/s400/kil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is a picture of a person they arrested because he was like around the area and apparently lived around the suspected area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224004551065847874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SH9kdhNNyEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EauGrberr6A/s400/nurinskiller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK ITS THE SAME GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was released the same day I think because something didn't match. Too weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CONVENIENCE&lt;/span&gt;....that's KEY for most things that run in Malaysia. It's a policy that works I guess. What I love though, are occasions like this....one of our Datuks who married some Datin, this is what she looked like for Malaysian papparazzi on their wedding day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224005430755698578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SH9lQuTnp5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/77uYnzlBDUs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are several pictures snapped roughly of the same imagery....*ahem* but it would be too pornographic for me to display the lot, so this is what she paraded on in...or out of rather. Ladies, she's wearing a rubber strapless bra thing but honestly, what the hell? How can she NOT feel her dress OFF her nipples? Now get this... AGAIN....If my dress was OFF my tits, I would certainly not have THAT face on while my husband tries to lift my cup to cover me nips. Look at that smirk on her face. WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!?!??! What fucking disgrace. The beeyatch should dig a hole and bury her face in it....and the guy....my god .... I kind of feel bad for you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224005974865309042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SH9lwZRdbXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nTz87EE7mW8/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't there some sort of punishment for this lewd behaviour? ESPECIALLY that of people of ....you know, status? Why is that we can NOT see Angelina Jolie's nipples on the bigscreen cinema THOUGH WE PAY OUR DOLLAR worth for the movie ticket and EVEN THOUGH THE MOVIE IS RATED 18SX and you probably have to use your id to show proof....WHY.....do we get that SLOW motion rating bullcrap that happens....AND THIS ....Datin Azurah woman can flash her nipples about like nothing and even look happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as lewdly odd as Janet Jackson and Timberlake's Superbowl nipple stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD that they both involve nipples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-3327041661894652886?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/3327041661894652886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=3327041661894652886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/3327041661894652886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/3327041661894652886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/07/malaysia-needs-to-chillax-with-movies.html' title='Malaysia needs to chillax with the movies, sex, and their RATINGS and perhaps get SOME Bumis to suffer a fine for flashing nipples in PUBLIC'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHxnHcpby7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jmUMlwtdXRc/s72-c/one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-2145608897999426369</id><published>2008-07-14T03:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T04:43:42.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummalicious it's yum in my tummy time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHsuUo0cM6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mdpgft-ZGdI/s1600-h/IMG_1559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222819124955853730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHsuUo0cM6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mdpgft-ZGdI/s400/IMG_1559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHstkafsaFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J2k588vuWCE/s1600-h/IMG_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222818296477018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHstkafsaFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J2k588vuWCE/s400/IMG_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHstYThRxmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BDTi7BZQ_tg/s1600-h/IMG_1565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222818088446183010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHstYThRxmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BDTi7BZQ_tg/s400/IMG_1565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHstNE3i1gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_RV4ub7M9qg/s1600-h/IMG_1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222817895534482946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHstNE3i1gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_RV4ub7M9qg/s400/IMG_1556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IPOH FISHBALL SOUP a.k.a Shalz' absolute fave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                   so awesome that it deserves it's own description heading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so first of all, I'm totally missing Malaysian food. It's like become a problem. I just miss the ease of getting the food in my stomach basically. It's so readily, easily, cheaply available in Malaysia that I am now in some sort of pain really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the second picture...are vegetable cutlets from this restaurant in Bangsar. It SUCKED. It was made out of ...carrot...a carrot patty...flavoured with spices I guess, I dont know curry powder even. Anyway, it was SO weird tasting but I'm not a fan of vegetarian food anyway so I dont know some of y'all might have liked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma's hands are in the first picture...she's got Toasted bread with Chicken Curry. Mmm-mmm. I never actually ordered it but I had the pleasure of watching my company eat it while I was having my favourite dish ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And needless to say, my favourite....Ipoh kueh teow soup with flat ricenoodles, no chicken but (hopefully and dollar ad-up possibly) extra fishballs :D FANTASTIC!!! I love it. I had it several times a day sometimes when it's possible. The best would have to be klcc and midvalley's foodcourt. I dont know why but it tastes awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite chocolate/candy bar right now are Strawberry Milkyways. They are so deliciously strawberry and just nicely chocolate. I never liked the combination of berries and chocolate (I dont like Cherry Ripe) but this is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-2145608897999426369?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/2145608897999426369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=2145608897999426369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/2145608897999426369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/2145608897999426369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/07/yummalicious-its-yum-in-my-tummy-time.html' title='Yummalicious it&apos;s yum in my tummy time!!'/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHsuUo0cM6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Mdpgft-ZGdI/s72-c/IMG_1559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583057874111673474.post-8290754210037190671</id><published>2008-05-23T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:37:47.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHsrvvLR1gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tHAV-mVkXMo/s1600-h/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222816291983840770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHsrvvLR1gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tHAV-mVkXMo/s400/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/top12.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So It's finally been done...I've gone and created a blog. Well my account was made in March I saw but there was abit of a delay in the system so two months on and here I am. I have no idea how to go about with a blog since I guess it's such a continuous thing that if you stopped and thought about something you just put up, you would end up changing bits of it. That would be an annoying thing to do so I've decided to not go back and read anything that I've typed and I JUST Freaking broke the rule! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so as far as blogs go, mine's going to be about mainly what I like. I've been known to rant on and on about things that catch my fancy so I'm going to use this blog as an outlet device...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just to start things up...just abit about me (at the moment that is) and my current activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay more like my MAIN and sort of only activity of interest for now lah. :) Okay so I've gotten to what looks like the very near end of a new project assembling a dress out of batik that I got back from KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got down to reading/skimming through the books that Aunty Sumi gave me. It got abit teadious so I started sketching the dress out. Prior to this I had gone to Lincraft and gotten 2meters of white chiffon because I envisioned something with a chiffon underlayer. Anyway...one thing about what I make, is that it doesn't usually end up looking like the picture I had in my mind before putting it together and trying it on. At the end, I love it, but it just wasn't what I expected! I dont know if this is a great thing because I haven't tried to recreate a dress or anything, so i don't know if this means I'm a horrible tailor. Hmm... Anyway the dress is nearly complete, so I shall posts a report on this soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my cat. He is THE handsomest tiger ever. In case you were wondering about the picture. He is the cutest thing ever, and he's so sweet. Me and Anton got him from Kevin, this friend of ours and it's so weird because I'd never have expected him to give me my kitz. I call him all sorts of things, Kitty Bonanza...but I try to stick to Bud...Anyway...he's having a ball with the shreds of material left over. Oh ... try hand stitching in front of him...he thinks you're playing a game with him and gets into predator mode with the line of thread. Hah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off....Till later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that shall be IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583057874111673474-8290754210037190671?l=quirkypretties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/feeds/8290754210037190671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5583057874111673474&amp;postID=8290754210037190671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/8290754210037190671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583057874111673474/posts/default/8290754210037190671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkypretties.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-its-finally-been-done.html' title=''/><author><name>~*inilahSShalini*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468221639948198095</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KVPqDNisd_U/SHsrvvLR1gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tHAV-mVkXMo/s72-c/IMG_0943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
