<?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-7361737803330314344</id><updated>2011-12-09T02:30:10.765-08:00</updated><category term='deaths'/><category term='food'/><category term='computers'/><category term='photograph'/><title type='text'>Junee junee junee.</title><subtitle type='html'>Student, mass comm-er, noisy, loud, forgetful, cranky on some days, lazy, sleeps a lot. I hate rude Malaysian drivers who don't thank you when they potong queue in front of you and malas to wait behind the 30+ cars behind me, I hate rude taxi drivers who stink and drives like maniac and refuses to use the meter.. but I LOVE MALAYSIAN FOOD. Expect a whole lot of post on Malaysian food =P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-374338952377780428</id><published>2011-08-24T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T03:24:59.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photograph'/><title type='text'>Just a glimpse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uAgAfGBY7kk/TlTRdw07xaI/AAAAAAAAALM/2BgQT6bZHUE/DSC_0411.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uAgAfGBY7kk/TlTRdw07xaI/AAAAAAAAALM/2BgQT6bZHUE/s400/DSC_0411.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; My awesome bro rocking his fake afro wig.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-374338952377780428?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/374338952377780428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-glimpse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/374338952377780428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/374338952377780428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-glimpse.html' title='Just a glimpse'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uAgAfGBY7kk/TlTRdw07xaI/AAAAAAAAALM/2BgQT6bZHUE/s72-c/DSC_0411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-5666507552345057604</id><published>2009-08-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:42:34.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The malang-ness that is of Junee Y.</title><content type='html'>This year alone, I... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;had my phone stolen at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had my wallet stolen the next day with my new phone sim card in it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;misplaced my brother's camera and somebody took it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out somebody did a hit-and-run with my car when I went to class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost my organizer which contains practically my life schedules.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think God is up there laughing at me. Dear god, please be nice to me. Let me "accidentally" find a camera and/or phone. Please let my organizer come back to me. I am so lost without my organizer!!! My assignments are all in there, okay. My class schedule, my lecturers contact number, etc. I NEED IT BACK BADLY. Feel so lost without it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-5666507552345057604?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/5666507552345057604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/08/malang-ness-that-is-of-junee-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/5666507552345057604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/5666507552345057604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/08/malang-ness-that-is-of-junee-y.html' title='The malang-ness that is of Junee Y.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-4571912875926913254</id><published>2009-06-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:06:37.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in pictures.</title><content type='html'>So yes, when I lack blog updates, I make up in pictures. I'll try to keep it as small as possible. Things such as a wedding, a Californian psycho, and small &amp;amp; private house partay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Lieza's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My friend Lieza (when we worked together at Topshop) was getting married in some area really hard to find. She looked absolutely pretty. Felt kind of jealous yet happy for her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01296copy.jpg?t=1245911261" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01296copy.jpg?t=1245911261" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the way. Yes, me make-up skill is not that impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01301copy.jpg?t=1245911264" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01301copy.jpg?t=1245911264" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She looks like a Malay princess, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01304copy-1.jpg?t=1245911267" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01304copy-1.jpg?t=1245911267" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes folks, it was really hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hot and humid that day, I'm amazed that she managed to stay cool above it all. I was sweating so much. Some drugged out guy was sitting across me, I don't know where he came from, he was really out of it D= That was kind of scary to see the impact of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Raudhah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01273copy.jpg?t=1245912074" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01273copy.jpg?t=1245912074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha this picture still makes me crack up. This girl is Raudhah, she's studying in California and she was on term holidays. So Raudhy decided to surprise her parents by ambushing them with an unannounced visit, and me and my bf picked her up from KL Sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01274copy.jpg?t=1245912075" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01274copy.jpg?t=1245912075" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Krispy Kreme &lt;/span&gt;for my mom, so we went there and Raudhy got crazy because she sees this stuff almost every day. Om nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01279copy.jpg?t=1245912635" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01279copy.jpg?t=1245912635" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet and sinful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01275copy.jpg?t=1245912077" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01275copy.jpg?t=1245912077" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just excited from the prospect of being in KL and having Malaysian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01277copy.jpg?t=1245912083" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01277copy.jpg?t=1245912083" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the back looking straight at the camera kept smiling and posing behind Raudhy, so here's to you, Krispy Kreme baker boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01282copy.jpg?t=1245911281" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01282copy.jpg?t=1245911281" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how Raudhy has like 32137829 facial expressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01284copy.jpg?t=1245911282" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01284copy.jpg?t=1245911282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to join her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01286copy.jpg?t=1245911262" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01286copy.jpg?t=1245911262" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending Raudhy back to surprise her mom. That blue bag in the back is her luggage. It took up an entire seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkeys invaded my house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to drop by my house, for foods, or food shisha, or just for the view. The balcony is up for claims almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01252copy.jpg?t=1245912640" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01252copy.jpg?t=1245912640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right is an example of a chimpanzee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01225copy.jpg?t=1245912641" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01225copy.jpg?t=1245912641" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the left looks scary but he's really nice =P He has a crush on my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01228copy.jpg?t=1245912641" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01228copy.jpg?t=1245912641" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimpanzees can play cards too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01232copy.jpg?t=1245912643" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01232copy.jpg?t=1245912643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol scary guy with his rebonded hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01247copy.jpg?t=1245912645" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01247copy.jpg?t=1245912645" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn enjoying the hookah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rasta nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasta. Overpriced food and drinks. Overpriced hookah. Yet many people go there, it's the "place to be seen". Hot chicks are an abundance here, in maxi dresses, short shorts, and guys have a tendency of wearing trucker caps, a Roxy/Billabong shirt, and checkered Bermudas + expensive colourful shoes. There's also senior people here, they relax to super-expensive coffee. It's a nice place to relax in though, when at nights it's cold and the cool wind breezes through all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01253copy.jpg?t=1245912648" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01253copy.jpg?t=1245912648" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Teha, an old friend. We go way back. Eeee smudgy eyeliner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01255copy.jpg?t=1245912957" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01255copy.jpg?t=1245912957" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Syaq, she's so cute and petite! Hahah she was supposed to be in her dorm, "studying", and her parents came to check up on her that night -_- Thank God my house is around the area, we managed to sneak back and told them she was staying over my place to "study" =P I feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01258copy.jpg?t=1245911285" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01258copy.jpg?t=1245911285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dorky bf with his afro hair... he finally cut it a few days later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01270copy.jpg?t=1245911287" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01270copy.jpg?t=1245911287" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we tend to spend our nights hookah and play cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01257copy.jpg?t=1245911288" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01257copy.jpg?t=1245911288" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaq sniggering to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh there's more pictures but I can't load them all into this post. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-4571912875926913254?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/4571912875926913254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-pictures_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/4571912875926913254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/4571912875926913254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-pictures_24.html' title='Life in pictures.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-5848008754967877300</id><published>2009-06-22T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:45:18.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock climbing!</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, I finally got over my fear of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gayat&lt;/span&gt; (heights) by rock-climbing at Camp5, where my boyfriend works. I'm still nauseous at the thought of climbing 8 meter high walls, but it was fun and challenging! Pictures describes it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01339copy.jpg?t=1245675229" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01339copy.jpg?t=1245675229" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My warm up exercise. Was scary at first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01345copy.jpg?t=1245675236" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01345copy.jpg?t=1245675236" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chunky thighs climbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01336copy.jpg?t=1245675227" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01336copy.jpg?t=1245675227" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My boyfriend traversing like a cicak (gecko house lizard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01340copy.jpg?t=1245675232" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01340copy.jpg?t=1245675232" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sentinel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wall, it's 26 m (I think) high. I got halfway up and got tired, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I made the mistake of climbing the sentinel wall three hours after rock climbing. It was so frustrating to wanting to climb more, but my fingers were blistered and my palm was sweaty. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burn&lt;/span&gt; (another worker) asked me to go with a bunch of people to climb at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batu Caves&lt;/span&gt; the next day, because he was doing a BBQ as well. Reluctantly I agreed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01351copy.jpg?t=1245676834" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01351copy.jpg?t=1245676834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stupid jam on the way. It was a Friday morning and good God I don't think I have the patience to drive through KL from my house if I had a regular 9-5 office job o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01349copy.jpg?t=1245675241" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01349copy.jpg?t=1245675241" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 other hitchhikers. 3 single guys all stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01354copy.jpg?t=1245676808" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01354copy.jpg?t=1245676808" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We stopped to buy chicken for the BBQ on the way.. the chickens were still alive when we came. Super fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01356copy.jpg?t=1245675222" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01356copy.jpg?t=1245675222" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danial H. admiring Desmond's gadget. Set him back way over RM 10K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01353copy-1.jpg?t=1245676811" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01353copy-1.jpg?t=1245676811" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syazzy taking a picture of me taking a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01357copy.jpg?t=1245676805" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01357copy.jpg?t=1245676805" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The spectacular sight that greeted us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01359copy.jpg?t=1245676826" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01359copy.jpg?t=1245676826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were already some people doing lead and top rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01361copy.jpg?t=1245676822" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01361copy.jpg?t=1245676822" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noel, super climber with endless carabiners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01366copy.jpg?t=1245676816" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01366copy.jpg?t=1245676816" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and my bf helping Burn to chop garlic with swiss army knives and pound them with a rock lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01367copy.jpg?t=1245676825" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01367copy.jpg?t=1245676825" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burn's on my right. My bf with his new geeky hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01383copy.jpg?t=1245677568" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01383copy.jpg?t=1245677568" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you see the huge ass boulder? It seems like it will topple and crush us any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01364copy.jpg?t=1245676823" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01364copy.jpg?t=1245676823" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the size comparison to Noel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01373copy.jpg?t=1245677570" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01373copy.jpg?t=1245677570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this is the 20+ meter rope. Twing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01380copy.jpg?t=1245677566" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01380copy.jpg?t=1245677566" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bf climbing in jeans, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01382copy.jpg?t=1245677566" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01382copy.jpg?t=1245677566" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The guys seems to like wondering around topless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01388copy.jpg?t=1245677562" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01388copy.jpg?t=1245677562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noel sunbathes and Nick looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01387copy.jpg?t=1245677843" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01387copy.jpg?t=1245677843" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obligatory shot. I have rabbit teeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01394copy.jpg?t=1245677836" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01394copy.jpg?t=1245677836" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oya and some guy bbq-ing the 12 kg of fresh chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01398copy.jpg?t=1245677561" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC01398copy.jpg?t=1245677561" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmm.. chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't enough time/harness/routes for me to do the rock climbing and honestly, I confess that I think I was trying to put it off. It doesn't look huge in the pictures, but the caves are horrifyingly high and gigantic, and I'd like to practice a wee bit more before I try to conquer the rough terrains. I want to keep doing this, but Camp5's cost are too pricey (RM 30++ including harness and shoes) for me so I'll try out at Shah Alam or Wangsa Maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't done rock climbing you should try it out. It's free for first timers (Camp5).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-5848008754967877300?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/5848008754967877300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-climbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/5848008754967877300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/5848008754967877300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-climbing.html' title='Rock climbing!'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-7530922756441073381</id><published>2009-06-08T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:38:58.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deaths'/><title type='text'>Sad.</title><content type='html'>I was watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kill Bill 1 &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; the other day (marathon!) and afterwards I was surfing the net when I read the news that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Carradine&lt;/span&gt; was found dead. I am sure many movie buffs are aware of the actor's death, and probably more towards the unusual way he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thai police told the BBC a hotel maid found the 72-year-old naked in a wardrobe with a cord around his neck and other parts of his body... Thai newspaper The Nation reported that police believe the actor took his own life, and preliminary investigations found that he hanged himself. [&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/8083479.stm"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police believe Carradine, 72, died of accidental suffocation after attempting auto erotic asphyxiation – a sex game where participants derive pleasure from being partially strangled. [&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1191349/David-Carradines-deviant-sex-games-ex-wife-Marina-Anderson.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I remember watching him in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung Fu &lt;/span&gt;(movie),  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martial Law, Alias, Big Stan &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epic Movie!&lt;/span&gt; Man. It's just kind of eerie that I would watch Kill Bill and find out about the news later. If he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;die from the autoeroticasphyxiation - in my opinion, nothing wrong with doing whatever that gets your jollies off - then all I can say is at least he died happy. Or attempting to. Rest in peace, "John Arthur" Carradine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-7530922756441073381?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/7530922756441073381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/7530922756441073381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/7530922756441073381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad.html' title='Sad.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-5972662829899657757</id><published>2009-06-08T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:05:50.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thar she blows.</title><content type='html'>I went back to my kampung in Melaka on Sunday, to visit my grandfather and my cousins. How they grow! Since I last saw my cousin (5 months ago), they have grown taller and now are taller than me (compared to last time when they were up to my shoulders). And they're only 13 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01118copy.jpg?t=1244450367" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01118copy.jpg?t=1244450367" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and my brother on the way to Melaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01122copy.jpg?t=1244450368" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01122copy.jpg?t=1244450368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My naughty cousins! Forgive my face mask, eghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01121copy.jpg?t=1244450441" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01121copy.jpg?t=1244450441" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amin. This one grows sideways, not height-length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was on my way back to KL from Melaka (3 hours journey by the way! Bumper-to-bumper traffic... compared to the normal 1 hour 30 minutes!) and my boyfriend called me to tell me he was invading the swimming pool at my condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, this was what I found;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01153copy.jpg?t=1244451542" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01153copy.jpg?t=1244451542" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarzan man-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01155copy.jpg?t=1244451553" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01155copy.jpg?t=1244451553" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olymphic races where some of them swam in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01134copy.jpg?t=1244451541" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01134copy.jpg?t=1244451541" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybelline model in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01168copy.jpg?t=1244451555" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01168copy.jpg?t=1244451555" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chimpanzees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01138copy.jpg?t=1244451547" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01138copy.jpg?t=1244451547" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A real LIVE GOLDMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01158copy.jpg?t=1244451543" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01158copy.jpg?t=1244451543" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01143copy.jpg?t=1244451550" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01143copy.jpg?t=1244451550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Head of the monyetx2, my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01176copy.jpg?t=1244451568" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01176copy.jpg?t=1244451568" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarzan number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01139copy.jpg?t=1244451552" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/DSC01139copy.jpg?t=1244451552" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloated walrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never know what you will find in your swimming pool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-5972662829899657757?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/5972662829899657757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/thar-she-blows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/5972662829899657757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/5972662829899657757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/thar-she-blows.html' title='Thar she blows.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-2113747744510353732</id><published>2009-06-05T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:06:31.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in pictures.</title><content type='html'>So recently.. it's all been cheap food.&lt;br /&gt;Shogun (One Utama) has a promotion of 50% discount on their lunch buffets, and 30% discount on their dinner buffet. Being the cheap food connoisseurs that we are, we opted for the lunch discount. The first time we went we had to wait close to 2 hours for a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC02629copy.jpg?t=1244267379" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC02629copy.jpg?t=1244267379" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shark fin's soup on the left... no shark! Teppanyaki was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't touch the oyster! Not fresh. Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC02631copy.jpg?t=1244267380" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC02631copy.jpg?t=1244267380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food so good I have some on my lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The second time we went to Shogun, we tried to book a few days in advance... FULLY BOOKED! But walk-ins available. The guy advised to wait around 9.30 am. So that we did. We were first in line, and an hour later, this was the abominable queue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC02661copy.jpg?t=1244267382" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC02661copy.jpg?t=1244267382" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuse my pose! People getting hungry and impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And at 11 am the hostess started handing out numbers. Some foolish people tried to cut the queue, but those who arrived early voiced their angry concerns with WEH WEHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/queu.jpg?t=1244267385" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/queu.jpg?t=1244267385" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At 11.45 a.m. everybody is antsy because everybody wants to get a place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SHOGUN I am utterly disappointed in you. How is it fully booked if 300++ people can arrive for the walk-in reservations. A group of 16 people could enter as walk-in (we haf table) but we could not reserve. The management dealt with this wrongly... the waiting crowd outside was like a mob gang waiting orders from their mob boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not touch the raw stuff if you go.. it all smells and is not fresh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Especially the tuna.. it smells funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raw oysters are for the brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go there for the teppanyaki, especially lamb + the mushrooms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tempura also not bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The okonomiyaki very good, but it finishes fast. Ask the chef to reserve for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lamb shanks are a miss, very dry and not tender.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of the drinks are too sweet + cordial. Stick to the green tea or honey green tea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't take too much of the eel, it is not to everybody's taste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shark fin's soup is msg msg and msg, no vinegar! Taste some only to whet your curiosity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to eat the hot stuff first and cold stuff later; if you attack the sashimi bar first you will get nauseaus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid most rice! The handrolls sounds nice but it was very disappointing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrive early to avoid disappointment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ALAS the promotion finished yesterday but those wanting to try the buffet can still follow these guidelines. More pictures will be posted.. when I get them from Sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOMNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the "Monsters &amp;amp; Dinosaurs" Expo in Mid Valley... Disappointing to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC02611copy.jpg?t=1244267382" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/DSC02611copy.jpg?t=1244267382" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some giant spiders in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/mendanpiggybackdinokopiahcopy.jpg?t=1244267384" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/mendanpiggybackdinokopiahcopy.jpg?t=1244267384" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopiah-wearing dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The labels were all weird.. according to the signs + posters, the t-rex "probably" lived in a forest. Crowd management control was zero, the dinosaurs faulty necks and body parts were fixed with black cellotape, the "monster" in question was a giant grasshopper and a MONSTER shoe, and the dinosaurs were not that big at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-2113747744510353732?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/2113747744510353732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/2113747744510353732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/2113747744510353732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-pictures.html' title='Life in pictures.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-1777158871147900868</id><published>2009-06-05T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:46:55.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop pretending.</title><content type='html'>i have to stop wanting what i can't have.&lt;br /&gt;what will never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;what i never will be.&lt;br /&gt;money. clothes. all that rich lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks that you're surrounded by them.&lt;br /&gt;and you pretend to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;so you blow your money on all these things.&lt;br /&gt;things you will only wear once.&lt;br /&gt;maybe twice.&lt;br /&gt;and these people use it like it's tissue.&lt;br /&gt;money like it's water.&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop this insane jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;this green-eyed bitch of a monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-1777158871147900868?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/1777158871147900868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-pretending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/1777158871147900868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/1777158871147900868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-pretending.html' title='stop pretending.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-2467169957324466186</id><published>2009-05-20T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:36:50.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a retail worker.</title><content type='html'>Mwehehe. I could get into so much trouble for dishing the dirts on Malaysian shopper. I have come to realise the full extension of what it means to work in a retail store, where your face is a blurred image to other people, and they look at you as if you're dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls. Stop being a bitch when you shop. Do you know how measly the pay is? Rarely do you find a shop where they pay more than RM 5 per hour. That's less than USD $2, per hour. In one day, it's 8 hours. RM 40. Equals to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;USD $11.35 FOR 8 HOURS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slave ourselves to bend over and pick up all the trash the loving customers leave us, to re-fold clothes they pick up and then just toss away into a curled up ball - all for the sake of USD $11.35 for one day! Who the hell can live on that. Feet aches, you spend half your money on new shoes hoping it'd provide you some sole relief, but contemplating the pay, it really isn't that much. It's a pittance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I envy girls who are born rich and don't have to worry a thing about working. I've been working since I was 16 years old and I feel so old! I feel so underpaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Labour Law (Malaysia);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The normal work hours of an employee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shall not exceed 8 hours in one day&lt;/span&gt; or 48 hours in one week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bullshit. I've worked in 2 retail stores and both have asked me to work full (11 hours per day) and minimum of working hours per week is 53 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An employer who fails to make contributions to EPF shall be guilty of an offense and shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for a term not exceeding 3 years or to a fine not exceeding RM10,000 or to both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The place where I am currently working at does not pay EPF. Rather, we are given our wages weekly at a flat rate of RM 5 per hour. So if I was to file a complain, this company can actually be sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A company or firm with one or more employees whose individual earnings do not exceed RM1,000 a month has to register with SOCSO. The contributions for such employees are borne solely by the employer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We have at least fifteen (15) workers! Ha! Take that, you chockful of megachain retail store. Nope, no socso here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All taken from http://www.jobsdb.com.ph/MY/EN/V6HTML/JobSeeker/handbook/regulation-of-employment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obviously the Labour Law is being ignored by "standard" retail stores as many requires their staff to work more than 8 hours in a day several days a week. The Labour Law should state a minimum wage (of higher value) which would encourage more students to hold part-time jobs longer and prevent the high rate of "quitting" (to put it delicately). In the states kids are getting as much as USD $8 (MINIMUM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the pay is lousy, non-encouraging yet most of us students need it to survive the following college intake or simply to support our lifestyle. I don't think I can take much more of looking at snobbish people's faces (some customers la, jangan perasan if it's not you) where they think just because they're shopping in your store apparently their money goes directly to your pocket.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-2467169957324466186?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/2467169957324466186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/05/confessions-of-retail-worker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/2467169957324466186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/2467169957324466186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/05/confessions-of-retail-worker.html' title='Confessions of a retail worker.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-868610097717905382</id><published>2009-03-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:03:24.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patricks Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAARGHHH&lt;/span&gt; don't you just hate it when you've just hanged (hung? hang-ed? ahh forget it) your laundry and a few minutes later you can hear thunder rolling in the background and it's raining heavily. I love rain, but I hate having to re-hang the laundry in the kitchen, because most of the clothes are hanged (/hung) on wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it raining constantly in Malaysia nowadays anyway? Monsoon season is supposed to start in a few months, and it is raining almost every bloody day! It's like a scene from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, except your hero-ine is afraid of rehanging her laundry instead of flight turbulence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheila &lt;/span&gt;went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Patrick's Day&lt;/span&gt; event a while ago, which was celebrated in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Utama&lt;/span&gt;. It was an excellent event, lots of people just came back from work and were guzzling Guiness to their heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image031.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our balloon tower which grew to be 1 storey tall, and some video producer asked us to take it down because it was blocking their recording shot =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image027.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan &lt;/span&gt;taking pictures of the balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image028.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage, pre-event. Notice the colour-coordinate tables which was alternately covered with lime green and black tablecloths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image032.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just random camwhoring. This is my blog, after all. No make-up, scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image033.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a mechanical bull-riding machine and it was so violent! It nearly ripped the floor apart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image034.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; gets on shamelessly and a crowd gathers. He enjoys it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image035.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was quite good too, and lasted a good 4-5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image024-1.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image024-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt; trying to look nonchalant. The table behind us had 15 glasses of Guiness -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image025.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamrockin lamps and flyers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image041.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMO-WRESTLING was the most entertaining activity! We had to get into this suit that was 5 inches thick (I fucking kid you not) and it took me 3 guys and 10 minutes to get in because it was simply too huge! There was supposed to be extra padding for the fingertips and toes but the guys gave up trying to put it on because it was just too huge. I'm with the red spandex, Dan's in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image021.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Utama&lt;/span&gt; also had an indoor sports tryouts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camp5&lt;/span&gt;, is a huge rock-climbing gym where Dan works at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image022.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt; tries to race with Dan but his experience in climbing proves to be too good/fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image016.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy loser! What legs. Poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image017.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image014.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batting cage. This was super fun too, but the balls already whizzed by before you barely lifted the bat. Haha, that sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image012.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt; on the way back from Melaka to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image042.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/Image042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in Malaysia can you find vehicles that are carrying way more load than they're supposed to! The milkcan ate the driver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-868610097717905382?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/868610097717905382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/868610097717905382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/868610097717905382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patricks Day.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-3074136555626986855</id><published>2009-03-27T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:59:04.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy lazy Malaysian drivers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST MALAYSIAN MOTORISTS ARE SELFISH, CRAZY, AND JUST PLAIN STUPID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Especially during peak hour, when they're heading to or from work. My worst pet peeve is when they enter your lane without signalling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW HARD IS IT JUST TO MOVE YOUR FINGERS A FEW CENTIMETERS TO PREVENT A POTENTIALLY PAINFUL AND EXPENSIVE ACCIDENT? &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, for most people it is "not cool" to signal entering a lane.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;those wealthy drivers who drives BMWs and their Honda Civic, they just weave in and out, tailing you so close that the car bumpers are almost kissing, high beaming you like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the thing that pisses me off the most is when there is a 3rd lane converging into the 2nd lane from a u-turn and the car on the left absolutely refuses to let you through, as if it would kill them just to let you through. This especially happens during peak hour at the toll (the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kerinchi link&lt;/span&gt;, a taxi driver actually hit a guy's Kelisa because the taxi driver was too lazy to queue and the the Kelisa driver just didn't want to let the guy through - although this one, the taxi drivernye pasal la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/untitled.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; motorcyclists that drive in between the 2nd and 3rd lane, like nobody's business, and they have the audacity to honk at you when they're in the wrong lane in the first place. Why do they risk that? This is true for those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kapcai&lt;/span&gt; motorcycles, which, if involved in an accident, would stand no chance against those big wealthy cars. I saw quite a few accidents already, and those on motorcycles.... well they're just not that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS... I recently attended my friend's sister's wedding, (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;persandingan)&lt;/span&gt; and it was very beautiful, especially the food. Oh, how I love Malaysian cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200107.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beautiful golden couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200045.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beautiful and delish food.. we couldn't wait to unwrap the clingfilm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200048.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one in &lt;s&gt;orange&lt;/s&gt; gold is our friend. His sister's the bride. Very tampan, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200071.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me + the one in &lt;s&gt;orange&lt;/s&gt; gold's close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200080.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me + Yasmin, colour-coordinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200098.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wedding cake was very nice, chocolaty and rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200031.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dewan TTDI, very nice, for small, private function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200044.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200084.jpg" src="http://s599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/P3200084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Yasmin camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plenty more pictures but there's more interesting stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T FORGET TO JOIN THE GLOBAL MOVEMENT OF ONE HOUR TONIGHT AT 8.30 P.M. - 9.30 P.M. AND SWITCH OFF YOUR LIGHTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be romantic and light up some candles larr. If there's interesting tv shows on tv tonight, in the words of my parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Switch off the lights, but switch on the tv&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-3074136555626986855?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/3074136555626986855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-lazy-malaysian-drivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/3074136555626986855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/3074136555626986855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-lazy-malaysian-drivers.html' title='Crazy lazy Malaysian drivers.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/blogger/th_untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-334002343629173368</id><published>2009-03-19T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:06:09.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Glorious Malaysian food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE BEING MALAYSIAN&lt;/span&gt;! I would like to think I have a strong sense of cultural roots, that I know my country as well as a local should,  that I have conquered the important language of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rojak&lt;/span&gt; and nice places to go when a foreigner comes, but most of all I love the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, food. Where else can you find a variety of food? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spicy, non-spicy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plain, with curry?&lt;/span&gt; I remember once I was at the mamak and this 'hot' (you know, gorgeous being, perfectly plucked eyebrows, Grecian nose, perfect pouty lips) chick called the mamak and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Mamak, nasi goreng kampung satu. Tapi tak nak ajinomoto, kurang garam, pedas lebih.. asingkan ikan bilis, udang tak nak!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translates to something along the lines of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'one fried rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; style... but no ajinomoto (famous flavouring used in almost all food here, MSG heavy), less salt, and more spicy... separate the anchovies, and don't put in the prawns'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mamak just geleng his head and said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itu nasi puteh namanye..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which translates to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'it's called white rice...'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_5242.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_5242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how a nasi goreng should look like, express-style, with frozen veg, lots of msg and sambal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love oysters by the way. The aphorodisiac food is very popular here, and most preferably fried in an omelette-style egg. But recently I discovered a pasta with oyster which sounds disgusting but tastes amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_5174.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_5174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can have it raw, squeezed with lemon. I used to be squeamish about it but really it's an acquired taste, and sometimes you just cannot wait for the Japanese buffet at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gen Restaurent&lt;/span&gt; in Legend Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_6153.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_6153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tosai masala&lt;/span&gt;, an amazing dish with potatoes on the inside and a crusty (somewhat) pastry base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC00344.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC00344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lontong&lt;/span&gt; is also very famous, served with rice cubes in a very rich sauce. It's healthy in the sense that it has so much vegetables, but it automatically cancels out the healthy by the oil-laden, santan sauce. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_5203.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_5203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best food that truly represents Malaysia is probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nasi kandar&lt;/span&gt; Penang style. It is a food saturated with curry, spices, and lots of fat. But it is so good. Depending where you go, you should definately try the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sotong&lt;/span&gt; (squid) and/or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayam madu/kicap &lt;/span&gt;(chicken cooked in sweet or soya sauce)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC00345.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC00345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another food to rival the nasi kandar is probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayam goreng&lt;/span&gt;, especially crispy ones. Thoughts of calories all fly out the window when you bite into a hot, piping one and just hear the crunchy noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_5196.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC_5196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end. Obligatory camwhoring shot of me with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mee sup tulang rebus&lt;/span&gt;. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC00486.jpg" src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt74/yjunee/photogfs/blogger/DSC00486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.s.&lt;/span&gt; This is the first but not last of the food posts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-334002343629173368?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/334002343629173368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/glorious-malaysian-food.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/334002343629173368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/334002343629173368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/glorious-malaysian-food.html' title='Glorious Malaysian food.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361737803330314344.post-1710618149377523025</id><published>2009-03-18T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:56:09.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><title type='text'>The introduction.</title><content type='html'>My name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junee&lt;/span&gt;, a student currently living between Melaka (where I am studying) and Kuala Lumpur (where my family is). I'm studying Mass Communication, and I have been blogging for almost eight (8) years, sometimes unfrequently, and most of the entries are private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HERE is where I hope to blog more sensibly and less about dramas and pmsing and emotions running high. Here is where I post what I see everyday, what it is like to live as a Malaysian student through my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink coffee way too much (Nescafe should sponsor me, I give out the 3-in-1s to my levelmates almost every day =/), I'm loud and noisy, a little materialistic, daydreamer to the point of being a little annoying, and I am not afraid to speak what is on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 am in the morning, I have just repaired my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acer&lt;/span&gt; laptop of less than 1 year for the second time (and somehow my webcam rosak and my battery life kong from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;40 minutes&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 minutes&lt;/span&gt; when I sent it for repair), and now I cannot click the start button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acer&lt;/span&gt;. Make me loose my work twice already (first time I didn't buy an external hard drive yet and I had to pay RM 80 to back up data, second time my external hard drive rosak and was sent for repair). All &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Western Digital&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acer&lt;/span&gt; products sucks, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was one of those bloggers who was paid to use items, sighh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7361737803330314344-1710618149377523025?l=thatgirljunee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/feeds/1710618149377523025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/1710618149377523025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7361737803330314344/posts/default/1710618149377523025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirljunee.blogspot.com/2009/03/introduction.html' title='The introduction.'/><author><name>junee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9BNuI3WbJn4/SsQtMC7fcWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Eb67Zjcdc0/S220/ssss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
