<?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-4155985393923713133</id><updated>2012-02-07T12:16:44.033+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Design'/><category term='Profound Thoughts'/><category term='Light Thoughts'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Keep It Simple'/><title type='text'>Douceur De Vivre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1260664509411215251</id><published>2009-05-26T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:53:49.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Take Me Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School is such a bum. I want my holidays now! We've finally cleared one assignment. Few others are streaming in though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life will always be like that. What to do? Just put up a strong front and fight on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this addiction for music. If I don't listen to it for a day, it will&lt;br /&gt;drive me into a total nutcase. During the train ride to and fro of school, it will always be my greatest companion. It's like I'm in love with an inanimate companion.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1260664509411215251?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1260664509411215251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1260664509411215251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1260664509411215251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1260664509411215251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-me-out.html' title='Take Me Out'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8806310256866761138</id><published>2009-05-25T15:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:42:45.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lucid Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShqgNxMiHwI/AAAAAAAAC5A/sInxyWAIA8U/s1600-h/DSC_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;[EDITED]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love listening to thrashy indie songs. It makes me high!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;[/EDITED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpLJs6BQXI/AAAAAAAAC34/dvWMTvD4ti4/s400/DSC_0680.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpLJWRt3II/AAAAAAAAC3w/4TwdKUFwnHE/s400/DSC_0686.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339662922178641810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpLIxDIP5I/AAAAAAAAC3o/GiiW8V0ivzE/s400/DSC_0691.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339661527783244978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpJ3mhXBLI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/KuhSasS4Dz0/s400/DSC_0693.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339661518888870530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpJ3FYxooI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/ibabjKuLDvs/s400/DSC_0694.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339661514887432338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpJ22ewiJI/AAAAAAAAC3I/YIr-I8dd82I/s400/DSC_0695.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpI0Vw2H4I/AAAAAAAAC3A/cJfugqC7XBs/s400/DSC_0711.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpI0LculSI/AAAAAAAAC24/JrJija7qOg8/s400/DSC_0713.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpIz-ky_TI/AAAAAAAAC2w/DKZLwTpUGe8/s400/DSC_0715.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpIzrDURMI/AAAAAAAAC2o/CRUoNcAJrso/s400/DSC_0717.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the pictures that I took. I didn't have time to upload them earlier on. It was Wani's birthday and there was a mini family gathering at her house. I enjoyed taking photos for the event because it has been a real long time since I took any photographs. Nick the Nikon has been stuffed in my camera bag for way too long and it was &lt;strong&gt;time &lt;/strong&gt;for him to serve his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time my little cousins or siblings grew a year older, it actually reminds me of how fast time is moving and how we;(the much more older generation) are getting older as time passes by. One of the greatest things that I felt really blessed about was to recapture the moment of a young girl, celebrating her birthday along with her loved ones and having a cheerful smile plastered across her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reminisced, I remembered how delighted I was and how my heart squealed each time I opened the presents that was given to me during my birthday party. I would not sleep well that following night because I would think about the presents that hasn't yet to be open and I would picture out the toys and beautiful clothes that would be settling happily inside the gift box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8806310256866761138?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8806310256866761138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8806310256866761138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8806310256866761138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8806310256866761138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucid-dreams.html' title='Lucid Dreams'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShpLJs6BQXI/AAAAAAAAC34/dvWMTvD4ti4/s72-c/DSC_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6936884895038953542</id><published>2009-05-22T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:48:29.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>How You Love Me Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338672600137961250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShbGcb9VjyI/AAAAAAAAC2g/-9ciOpHNuI4/s400/DSCF2402.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338672596164552082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShbGcNKAJZI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/WlRM30dkvtc/s400/DSCF2304.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShbFyPrsTYI/AAAAAAAAC2I/nyAbIAFuoAc/s400/DSCF2412.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670715607697682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShbEuviTyRI/AAAAAAAAC14/JXeN574CJ5o/s400/DSCF2436.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670710141103122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShbEubK-LBI/AAAAAAAAC1w/8OFdzCw8xbE/s400/DSCF2440.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338670703777244706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShbEuDdtZiI/AAAAAAAAC1o/x1MF7YXu1O0/s400/DSCF2443.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I had a wonderful time with Azlin and Sulastri after school on Wednesday. We haven't met in a gazillion days and it was really great to see them after such a long time. We had a good time eating at Naked Fish Express and apparently, I couldn't finish my chicken baked rice because I was too excited. Nah, it was because I ate beforehand. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed over the silliest things and reminisced about the good old times. After all, secondary school days are the best moment of my life. Afterwhich, we had ice-cream at Swensens. Let me tell you something. &lt;strong&gt;Don't ever&lt;/strong&gt; judge a food by how it looks like because we ordered this drink that appeared sinfully good in the menu but tasted so horrible. We played mini games so that the drink won't go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, I was really awful at games and I had to take so many mouthful of that drink. Now, I feel that I've grown immune to the taste of the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been staying up late for the past few days due to BDS assignment that practically killed my brain cells. On a happier note, I'm glad that someone is willing to entertain me with my crappy, can't make it jokes and listen to my constant whines. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6936884895038953542?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6936884895038953542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6936884895038953542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6936884895038953542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6936884895038953542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-you-love-me-now.html' title='How You Love Me Now?'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShbGcb9VjyI/AAAAAAAAC2g/-9ciOpHNuI4/s72-c/DSCF2402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-2177519880789984375</id><published>2009-05-19T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:37:24.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Taking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sticking to my gameplan.&lt;br /&gt;After I all of these end, I hope to pursue another career.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, I would want to make my grandma proud by being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a really bad day for me. I'm greatly disappointed in myself but I am slowly trying to make myself feel better. My lecturer mentioned that, " if you heart says something is wrong, that &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; means that something is wrong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm &lt;strong&gt;like my own fcking bad enemy&lt;/strong&gt;. My brain is infested with all the bad aura that keeps bringing myself down. Not only are my arteries clogged with fats that I get from consuming all those fattening fast food, it's also filled with negativity and tiny voices that always make me feel demoralized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-2177519880789984375?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2177519880789984375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=2177519880789984375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2177519880789984375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2177519880789984375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-back.html' title='Taking Back'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3410507295337661848</id><published>2009-05-19T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:02:20.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Move Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337224846895319778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShGhuG2ViuI/AAAAAAAAC1g/Rp74MaeDUfg/s400/WEB.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. OMFG. Joshua asked me to do a screenshot of his face and post it to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;There you go dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake at this hour trying to do paraphernalia for BB.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3410507295337661848?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3410507295337661848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3410507295337661848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3410507295337661848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3410507295337661848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/move-along.html' title='Move Along'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShGhuG2ViuI/AAAAAAAAC1g/Rp74MaeDUfg/s72-c/WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5230803344058843867</id><published>2009-05-18T13:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:59:55.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShEG-WsRknI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/_RLzjWeVP1E/s400/dior-homme_fw2004_010.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My current desktop picture. I like Dior's advertisement because of how they like to keep it very minimalistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Media Law lecture notes are really mundane and unpleasing to look at.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I've done? I spent about half an hour during tutorial trying to make it look much more presentable by adding colours and changing the font type.&lt;br /&gt;Which visual student can learn from a black and white, times new roman powerpoint presentation? Honestly speaking? I learn better with colourful visuals and illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just do not know who are the real ones, who's not.&lt;br /&gt;I know who's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'll update on Wani's birthday party if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5230803344058843867?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5230803344058843867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5230803344058843867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5230803344058843867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5230803344058843867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ShEG-WsRknI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/_RLzjWeVP1E/s72-c/dior-homme_fw2004_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8299199191351051739</id><published>2009-05-17T09:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:17:00.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh. I know I shouldn't be complaining but I'm really tired of recking my brain&lt;br /&gt;to do a corporate identity for _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't fill in the blank for anyone who googles on "it" can easily find my blog and there goes my blog. It will be known by my lecturer or whoever's affiliated. Hahaha. I have been trying to come up with something good but I got really distracted with other things like blogging, blogskinning and wasting my life away on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Facebook is where I dump all my sorrows by trying to top my score in Restaurant City which apparently fail because I'm like number &lt;strong&gt;39&lt;/strong&gt; in my friends' list. Do you bloody know that at a period of time, I was the &lt;strong&gt;one and only one&lt;/strong&gt; who plays that game but &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm way at the back because of how my friends are real gamers and beat my score. Some of them cheated in the game. I know k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to my complain regarding my schoolwork. We were told to work on the company's paraphernalia because the client is coming over to view our work by the following week. I have freaking shit of crap to show them. I know that my work won't get chosen and I'm working hard to have something worth looking at for my portfolio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides that, I've been getting requests for blogskins but at least, I feel happy doing something that I like. Moreover, I can brush up on my coding skills because apparently, I know nuts about codings. I should start charging on the works I do. Some people are just taking advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Boy said: Let's break up. We have nothing in common.&lt;br /&gt;Blonde girl said: What?! You mean you have three legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha ok lame shit. Au revoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8299199191351051739?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8299199191351051739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8299199191351051739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8299199191351051739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8299199191351051739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-266831207460599168</id><published>2009-05-14T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:52:00.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pressure?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm prone of putting myself into unnecessary pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Without putting pressure on myself, I won't be productive and I won't be proactive.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people to give me the pressure or force me to do better. I feel that I'm my own coach and I know where my limits are and where/what I'm capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I know that I produce super fugly works when I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;The ambience is totally different and the pressure I get is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you must think that my way of functioning is really weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshitting person, fyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-266831207460599168?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/266831207460599168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=266831207460599168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/266831207460599168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/266831207460599168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/pressure.html' title='Pressure?'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-338890974392131248</id><published>2009-05-11T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:01:21.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Thinking Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel so unwell.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pepsi makes my stomach feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming more quiet these days. I don't really know what has got into me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-338890974392131248?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/338890974392131248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=338890974392131248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/338890974392131248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/338890974392131248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking Of You'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8223837674145415904</id><published>2009-05-10T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:15:25.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>You Belong With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SgZb-TxaIvI/AAAAAAAAC0g/AxLJZOZaFuo/s400/Pop_art_Audrey_by_smoothdog2000.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SgZboAd6sCI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/y8LHIqH3BfY/s400/Pop_Art_Dietrich_by_smoothdog2000.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334049912121851106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SgZaIlI5_OI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/kZF1ndKTk74/s400/Pop_ART__Orange_by_CandyCov3red.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving pop-art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image credits: &lt;a href="http://candycov3red.deviantart.com/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://smoothdog2000.deviantart.com/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, we were told to design our own name cards for freelancing. As per usual, I insisted on using bright colours. I just can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SgZh7a5lrbI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/lSRwDIb0a6Y/s400/Namecard-Logo.png" /&gt;I was bored and I drew this on paper.&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334056071623946178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SgZfvHEpL8I/AAAAAAAAC1I/obXZ3mkjtw0/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="1" /&gt; Love you &lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I feel that I can't do logotypes for nuts. As we were told to do a logo for our client, boys brigade, I think that mine looks rather cliche. Everyone uses rainbow, everyone uses fireworks/sparks to depict the feel of "celebratory". What else can I do to make it looks original?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originality is never easy to achieve. People have been creating for years. For &lt;strong&gt;centuries&lt;/strong&gt;, in fact. We, living in this age and era are merely getting inspired by people before us and hence, we are producing something that has been done before. We are actually just manipulating it to make it look "original".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8223837674145415904?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8223837674145415904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8223837674145415904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8223837674145415904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8223837674145415904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-belong-with-me.html' title='You Belong With Me'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SgZb-TxaIvI/AAAAAAAAC0g/AxLJZOZaFuo/s72-c/Pop_art_Audrey_by_smoothdog2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-514884455001920346</id><published>2009-05-08T20:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:49:45.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Nobody</title><content type='html'>There are times when I feel like just shutting my mouth up, open my eyes and observe how the people around me do their things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerks will always be jerks. So...just suck it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove me wrong and I'll give you sweets. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-514884455001920346?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/514884455001920346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=514884455001920346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/514884455001920346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/514884455001920346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/nobody.html' title='Nobody'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-2814074167279661571</id><published>2009-05-08T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:00:52.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Am Me</title><content type='html'>You are still the exact same person whom I knew years back.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide yourself will only make you look uglier in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-2814074167279661571?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2814074167279661571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=2814074167279661571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2814074167279661571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2814074167279661571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-me.html' title='I Am Me'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5121620334099873472</id><published>2009-05-06T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:02:03.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Lovers In Japan</title><content type='html'>I have nothing much to ramble in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interest that I used to have is shrinking each day. I'm very much interested in using Twitter because it's accessible through smsing. Totally cool please. I can just "Twitter" about the stupid morning crowd that I face each day and whatever thought(s) that pop up in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5121620334099873472?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5121620334099873472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5121620334099873472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5121620334099873472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5121620334099873472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovers-in-japan.html' title='Lovers In Japan'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4823416037094572795</id><published>2009-05-02T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:12:41.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Analogy</title><content type='html'>Place the bigger rocks first and slowly... you place the smaller rocks above it.&lt;br /&gt;If you started off with a smaller base, everything at the top will topple off if you place it&lt;br /&gt;with a bigger load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unmotivated and I can't think well. I worked hard, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4823416037094572795?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4823416037094572795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4823416037094572795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4823416037094572795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4823416037094572795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/analogy.html' title='Analogy'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-2820858168734824829</id><published>2009-05-02T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:41:21.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>Where are the &lt;strong&gt;innocent smiles&lt;/strong&gt; that you should see in children?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to my nephew's birthday party and my aunt had also invited children from the orphanage to join in for the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed something about them. They were different from other the other&lt;br /&gt;children that I see at the birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those children were genuine. They were obedient and they were appreciative of&lt;br /&gt;everything. That was what I see through their body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your &lt;strong&gt;Friday of 1st May&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was really awesome. I get to meet my lovely cousins even though I&lt;br /&gt;didn't really had the chance to talk to each and every one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-2820858168734824829?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2820858168734824829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=2820858168734824829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2820858168734824829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2820858168734824829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-strings.html' title='Broken Strings'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8417791431270668317</id><published>2009-04-30T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:16:21.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's The Climb</title><content type='html'>I feel terrible today. I was very unproductive and I didn't come up with&lt;br /&gt;a single good sketch. I think that I have really high expectations of myself.&lt;br /&gt;What I have imagined in my mind doesn't come out right on paper.&lt;br /&gt;I hated myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blamed it on the environment. When people tense up, I get really stressed up too.&lt;br /&gt;With that, I get major brain block and I can't seem to think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think that it is just&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Runaway does inspires me. How the designers can come up with good ideas in&lt;br /&gt;a short matter of time. How they can actually generate their creative juices&lt;br /&gt;to think, just after the brief were given to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody. I didn't know I have that dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Perception is reality.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8417791431270668317?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8417791431270668317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8417791431270668317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8417791431270668317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8417791431270668317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-climb.html' title='It&apos;s The Climb'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7510804914758286012</id><published>2009-04-28T21:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:49:58.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Jeslin! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfgS3XP_khI/AAAAAAAACz4/316taZoersw/s400/jeslin+pic.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfgSXvOXSJI/AAAAAAAACzw/eQu2QEXpEJQ/s400/DSC_0624.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfgSXdG63uI/AAAAAAAACzo/SqdZPNPgNlQ/s400/DSC_0613.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330028979168623394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfgRHeniOyI/AAAAAAAACzg/G5qgQwcEEls/s400/DSC_0612.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330028971380786882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfgRHBmxRsI/AAAAAAAACzY/PQcsDx4_By0/s400/DSC_0610.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330028970836453074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfgRG_k_ZtI/AAAAAAAACzQ/EuzSchHNfjY/s400/DSC_0607.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330028964920856962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfgRGpimkYI/AAAAAAAACzI/lVdhD8Z43hA/s400/DSC_0605.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329748499957392114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfcSBcIhovI/AAAAAAAACzA/sCEo0_XKNeA/s400/DSC_0625.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329748492261734834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfcSA_dvObI/AAAAAAAACy4/dEPTYTcL4i8/s400/DSC_0630.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329748486436128338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfcSApwzhlI/AAAAAAAACyw/25a0wIKfgfY/s400/DSC_0633.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746974115844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfcQon7jUxI/AAAAAAAACyo/RPbS7lzDFHc/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that making a birthday surprise for someone with brains and brawns is really tough. I had to lie a whole lot to make it all possible. Better term would be, "&lt;strong&gt;white lie&lt;/strong&gt;". Nevertheless, we all had fun yesterday despite having some tough time covering up some "oops" here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vector of her was done in twenty minutes. Hahaha. It was really terribly rushing for me as I feel that presents would be really meaningless without a birthday card and hence, I decided to rush one before going out to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed with fatigue. I'm still not used to the school routine. That is what holidays can do to you. I need to switch my body clock to function better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, swine flu really does affect everyone globally. Globally,physically,mentally and emotionally. The death toll is rising much quicker than what I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;God bless all humans. Take care of yourself everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7510804914758286012?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7510804914758286012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7510804914758286012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7510804914758286012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7510804914758286012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfgS3XP_khI/AAAAAAAACz4/316taZoersw/s72-c/jeslin+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4854319752999357401</id><published>2009-04-26T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:32:30.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfPFk3pG0hI/AAAAAAAACyY/DYHItqftaoQ/s400/DSC_0603+copy.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this will make you smile as much as it did make me.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happymakers, if any of you are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanna say that I miss all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4854319752999357401?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4854319752999357401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4854319752999357401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4854319752999357401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4854319752999357401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hope-this-will-make-you-smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SfPFk3pG0hI/AAAAAAAACyY/DYHItqftaoQ/s72-c/DSC_0603+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6677884529936472037</id><published>2009-04-25T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:21:24.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is very&lt;br /&gt;important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like as though I've been swept off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;But today, it has been a bitch playing soundtracks that makes me pout like&lt;br /&gt;a 6 year old, being unsatisfied of what's already provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis-star birthday was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya ngah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6677884529936472037?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6677884529936472037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6677884529936472037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6677884529936472037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6677884529936472037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/come-back.html' title='Come Back'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8858550837258040053</id><published>2009-04-24T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:41:04.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Not This Time</title><content type='html'>I feel challenged. It's a good thing. The steps I'm taking gets steeper and me being the one facing those steps, have to find a solution to the problem. One little mistake, I'll trip and fall. But when I fall, I know that the solution that I've used isn't working out. With that, I will have to find other alternatives and slowly, seeing and believing in myself. Finding my strengths and weaknesses and trusting my own instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love analogies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on my namecard for freelance designing. If you guess it right, my work will revolve around rainbow colours with a tinge of cuteness in it. I realized that all of my works are contradictions of my own personality. I have always been a splitting personality. I wear dark clothings half of my life but what I illustrate in my works are all so bubbly and cheerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8858550837258040053?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8858550837258040053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8858550837258040053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8858550837258040053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8858550837258040053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-this-time.html' title='Not This Time'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-60735346201751203</id><published>2009-04-22T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:00:59.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Been Waiting</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to idolize Paris Hilton. That's what the media can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm saying it's bad. I used to find her very intimidating, her being undeserving of being a top socialite. My perspective of her kind of changed. Yes, she may be a party animal as seen in tabloids, etc but she is very successful in her career. I pitied her for she has to hold another season of "my new bff" to find another best friend for I heard the first season winner&lt;br /&gt;wasn't grabbing hold of the position well and ditched her or something. Poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to complain about how my life has been. School has been sucking out all the energy out of me. I'm not fully adapt to school life which is pretty screwed. The morning crowd is insane as I get pushed in practically all the time and feel like a squashed sandwich during the journey to school. Haha, I was late for the first day of school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I find it simply a pleasure to hear people talk rather than me doing all the talking. I do admit that I stone half of the time and for those who don't know me, they might think that I'm unwell or they might think that I find the conversation that I'm in boring. I don't think that way, alright. I love being quiet. I love keeping myself in a fucking hard nutshell. I would rather observe people than having people observing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the purpose of blogging? What's the purpose of you reading my blog? &lt;br /&gt;To know me? To stalk me? Or maybe you are too free and decided to click on my name on your friend's list of links because you think Amanina is an interesting name. Or maybe it seems like a cool name because it rhymes with banana? Or maybe you think that I'm weird, in and out? Hahaha. I will never know your reason(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-60735346201751203?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/60735346201751203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=60735346201751203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/60735346201751203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/60735346201751203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-waiting.html' title='Been Waiting'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6274858853092294432</id><published>2009-04-18T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:47:03.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>I suck at most online games and those games you play on xbox, arcade,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNS&lt;/strong&gt;. My hands are made for playing sports and design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played this game which is supposedly easy to score. Guess how much I&lt;br /&gt;scored? &lt;strong&gt;10 points okay,&lt;/strong&gt; don't play-play. Hahaha. So noob. I'm going to try to achieve a&lt;br /&gt;better score next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not do any stupid things for these two days. Anyways, when you see me in school, you will definitely see a huge red spot on my cheek. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; ask me what the hell is that because it's a stupid big mark caused by a mosquito bite. I'm trying my best to reduce the redness. It's itching like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle said that I daydream a lot and that's why the thing appeared there.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. It's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to town later if the weather is great. It's so humid now and the weather has been very irregular and weird. Gees. Signs of global warming and mother nature is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6274858853092294432?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6274858853092294432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6274858853092294432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6274858853092294432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6274858853092294432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-932517683120071656</id><published>2009-04-17T11:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:47:22.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep It Simple'/><title type='text'>So What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Sef1xqDN-cI/AAAAAAAACyI/S2aY2l-8_co/s400/3109631678_6ed23f10a5.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassadee Pope and Hayley Williams are equally good.&lt;br /&gt;Currently filling up my mp3 with songs that I like before school starts. That would definitely keep me awake during the mundane train rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDITED]&lt;br /&gt;I hated the fact knowing that the word emo has become something so overrated. Emo, in the first place is a definition to a music genre. Presently, it has revolutionized to something that "labels" a particular group, a particular person. How it actually becomes a definition to a person who lives on his/her own world,how it has been used for someone so emotional or someone living in the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fucking good, I have been called an emo kid for countless amount of time. Just because I practically stare a lot in the blank and prefer listening to people ramble about their life rather than voicing out my own opinion doesn't mean I'm an emotional person. What has got into the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Paris Hilton has a new reality tv show in search of a new &lt;strong&gt;bff&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear that it is the most &lt;strong&gt;bimbo-est&lt;/strong&gt; show, ever. You should see how they practically treated her like some kind of goddess. I mean, come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDITED]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-932517683120071656?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/932517683120071656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=932517683120071656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/932517683120071656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/932517683120071656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-what.html' title='So What?'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Sef1xqDN-cI/AAAAAAAACyI/S2aY2l-8_co/s72-c/3109631678_6ed23f10a5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1462462772140266743</id><published>2009-04-16T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:31:40.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lift My Feet</title><content type='html'>I think, it's time to develop other variety of styles. I questioned myself. How did I landed myself in doing colourful vectors and creating cute looking works? I did it all sub-consciously. I used to create works ranging from collages to nature paintings but now, I'm starting to stick to a particular style. I'm creating a style which seems very common and is something that I don't really favor. What's more, I feel that I'm trying too hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; doing rebellious looking pieces with vulgarities scribbled all over the place and skulls here and there. That only came out when I feel melancholic or when there's the darker side of me which is forcing it's way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I think I'm pretty much a person who's deranged and with a split personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days before school is starting! I didn't buy any new clothes to add on to my wardrobe because I'm a freaking penniless person. I didn't even work &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty much reusing the old clothes. Even so, I think it's time to save up for the never-ending amount of art supplies and yea, spend my money wisely this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shucks! school starts at 8am on Monday which means that I have to practically drag my body out of the house by 6.50am. The scene of people pushing one another and ended up looking like a flatten sandwich by the time I reach school really ticks me off. Kiasuism runs in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking pissed that a mosquito chose to suck my blood and left a freaking huge red spot on my face. I feel ugly. Gees, how shallow of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1462462772140266743?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1462462772140266743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1462462772140266743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1462462772140266743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1462462772140266743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/lift-my-feet.html' title='Lift My Feet'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7605557491438387872</id><published>2009-04-15T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:37:55.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Loves</title><content type='html'>Thanks mum and dad for bringing me to see the doctor in the middle of&lt;br /&gt;the night when I can't hardly breathe. I love you both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7605557491438387872?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7605557491438387872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7605557491438387872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7605557491438387872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7605557491438387872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/loves.html' title='Loves'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-657077983463058884</id><published>2009-04-13T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:49:49.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep It Simple'/><title type='text'>Don't Forget</title><content type='html'>I love this song even though Demi Lovato sounded like a dying whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget that I was even alive?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget everything we ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget, did you forget about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you regret ever standing by my side?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget we were feeling inside?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left to forget about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song, you can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess this is where we have to stand&lt;br /&gt;Did you regret ever holding my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Never again, please don't forget, don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all, we were just about to fall&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love, than we were before&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget, I won't forget about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song you can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song, you can't forget it at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last all the pictures have been burned&lt;br /&gt;And all the past is just a lesson that we've learned&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget, please don't forget us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song but you won't sing along&lt;br /&gt;You've forgotten about us&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted up this lyrics for I like the song. Don't be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYDDiqhhzbQ"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind. I can't be bothered with some people anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-657077983463058884?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/657077983463058884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=657077983463058884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/657077983463058884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/657077983463058884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4394117177388025394</id><published>2009-04-11T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:56:33.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pushing Me Away</title><content type='html'>It's raining now. The wind and the sound of raindrops falling on the ground. It's calming,the atmosphere filled with jubilant and all I could do is snuggle up against my stuff toy, Moo-moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older, it's getting harder to express how you feel. Teenagers rebel because they can't find other ways to show that they are deprived of that love or care. On the other hand, parents scold and spit out hurtful remarks because they are afraid or finds it hard to express their love for their child who are in their teens. That happen in most circumstances. When you were young, you were given toys as a form of affection but when you get older, you will either be scolded or nagged at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get older, we became more uncaring and there's this side of us that can't seem to express things well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4394117177388025394?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4394117177388025394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4394117177388025394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4394117177388025394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4394117177388025394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/pushing-me-away.html' title='Pushing Me Away'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7123691564594018788</id><published>2009-04-09T11:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:25:40.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Let's Get Crazy</title><content type='html'>Tagline for today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOYOK IS GOOD FOR YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's koyok? You're not a local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love more, laugh more, smile more, cry less, lie less, design more, sleep&lt;br /&gt;more,chipsmore. I'm developing a new habit of writing random short posts which is good cause I can't be bothered to write in long winded form. My english language is getting really worse from what I see. My grammar is all over the place and my usage of vocab words is so limited. I need more books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new school timetable kind of rock my socks.&lt;br /&gt;Monday will forever be the blues and Friday is the best thing that I can ever wish for. I got into the GEMS module that I've wanted and this time round, the system wasn't screwed when it was my registration time. Double happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third time I'm editing this post. Firstly I edited it because it was too vulgar. Second edit was because it was too random. Thirdly, it's both random and beats any purpose. So yeh, basically this is just random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7123691564594018788?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7123691564594018788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7123691564594018788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7123691564594018788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7123691564594018788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-get-crazy.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Crazy'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5938287569980410527</id><published>2009-04-08T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:14:23.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Candles</title><content type='html'>Have always been a tough hard nutshell that resisted every single bad emotion that comes crawling. Does that even make me human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy oreo donuts, soon. Some kind of donut craze is running through my head. &lt;li&gt;I've changed my blogskin layout. After all, I'm a hardcore purple fan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was omg freaking shocked at the fans of David Archuleta. They were already queueing and waiting for his arrival as early as 12pm when he's going to be there at 7pm. Lalalala, I was there for I went shopping and not to meet him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to get new marker pens for I've wasted them on horrendous looking colourings and I've no good pens for school! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Ms Waheeda at her house with the usual people of 4B. I had fun, as per usual. The number of turnups was expected. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to spray any fcking thumb sized lizards that I see lurking around my house. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5938287569980410527?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5938287569980410527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5938287569980410527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5938287569980410527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5938287569980410527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/candles.html' title='Candles'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-2815205979881536709</id><published>2009-04-07T10:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:15:57.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Disconnected</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I think, I feel, I sense that I have short term memory. Could it be that I'm age-ing and that I only look physically young but am actually some old dudette inside. I'm serious yo. I can actually forget what I'm supposed to do when I've just reminded myself seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting and I'm not looking forward for it. I think that I only miss eating at the chicken cutlet stall at FC3 and having to eat instant noodles from 7-Eleven when school food totally bores us out. Ah man, I've seen the modules that I'll be taking next semester and heck, it sounded freaking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing during this holiday you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;Ans:Eat,sleep,tv,laptop. What the socks, it goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did touch on my photoshop skills, etc but it's more like a routine rather than 'something new'. What happened to experimenting with new things Amanina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for donuts now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye, I need to shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-2815205979881536709?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2815205979881536709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=2815205979881536709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2815205979881536709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2815205979881536709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='Disconnected'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4291156405216919545</id><published>2009-04-04T20:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:15:22.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Not Fair</title><content type='html'>Hello people. I'm surprised that my hiatus was for only &lt;strong&gt;a few freaking days&lt;/strong&gt;. I've expected myself to disappear for quite awhile. (a month or two) This prove that I'm hooked to the laptop and I can't seem to get away from blogging even though I've said before that I've nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I would like to update to all of you regarding my portfolio site. It's officially open but it still needs plenty of polishing up. Initially, I've wanted to create the whole site into something made up of purely flash-based but I was attached to creating something more clean cut and I ended up doing it in normal codings. Nevertheless, I've worked hard for it and if you happen to drop by, do tag or show your existence there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockthesocks.co.cc/"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR MY SITE. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, fixed the stupid problem.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4291156405216919545?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4291156405216919545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4291156405216919545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4291156405216919545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4291156405216919545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-fair.html' title='Not Fair'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5826650579340482764</id><published>2009-03-30T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:02:48.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Unstoppable</title><content type='html'>Do you know how addictive Kat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deluna's&lt;/span&gt; single of unstoppable is?&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; and can get really annoying, the tune and the&lt;br /&gt;lyrics keeps ringing in my head. &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm humming to the lyrics now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You can talk all you want but my skin is really thick&lt;br /&gt;I'm the leader of a crowd and my game is really slick&lt;br /&gt;I'm unstoppable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unstoppable...Unstoppable...Unstoppable..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new song to keep that song out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... hello earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;Today was random photo taking day. Earlier on, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; to meet Elsa as she&lt;br /&gt;recommended me a job. We met up with the person in charge. I didn't know it's easy to spot designer students by the way they accessorizes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt; cool. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that this week and weeks ahead will be rather hectic. I would like to take up that job and I'm making plans of closing down this site for good. Blogging is getting very mundane and I have nothing in my hands to blog about. Furthermore, I'm finding a domain which is more reliable for my portfolio purposes. School is going to open for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fcking&lt;/span&gt; good and that means lesser time to set aside for personal works. I've to start making use of that organizer once again or&lt;br /&gt;it will soon decompose. Time management is after all important, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SdDCWf8ofDI/AAAAAAAACxg/ZbW80kPeWzE/s400/DSC_0562.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SdDCWeI2I1I/AAAAAAAACxY/Mody9fWZees/s400/DSC_0566.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SdDCV4ScWXI/AAAAAAAACxQ/v3V9jReEpEQ/s400/DSC_0567.JPG" border="1" /&gt; Took those shots today and was utterly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Iman&lt;/span&gt; had said before, my shots lack the emotional feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;revoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5826650579340482764?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5826650579340482764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5826650579340482764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5826650579340482764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5826650579340482764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/unstoppable.html' title='Unstoppable'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SdDCWf8ofDI/AAAAAAAACxg/ZbW80kPeWzE/s72-c/DSC_0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5179865055704369432</id><published>2009-03-28T18:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:04:45.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Jai Ho</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty much a slacky, lazy Saturday and at exactly &lt;strong&gt;8.30pm&lt;/strong&gt; later, the &lt;strong&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/strong&gt; will officially commences. My family members are enthusiastic about this event and we had planned to switch off the lights and some electrical appliances later except for my dad who insisted on switching the television in his room so that he can watch his Indonesian dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's quite sweet that the world is trying to do it's part to save the earth. But yea, will this actually hit the senses of everyone that the earth is in the danger zone of natural resources depletion and that global warming is really occurring? Do you still remember the Live Earth event that was hosted by MSN on &lt;strong&gt;7/07/2007&lt;/strong&gt;? The piling amount of litters that was left behind by those people who attended the concert that was performed by singers and artists all over the world in it's attempt to spread the message? It's quite evident isn't it? The attempt to educate everyone more or less wasn't impactful enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to my slacking lazy Saturday... :B&lt;br /&gt;I baked some muffins with Amilia. We were practically dying of boredom at home and decided to do something productive together and have a sister bonding session.(according to her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever. The muffins doesn't really have the best appearance in the world but it's edible and what matters is that, half of my afternoon was spent on something uber cool. We experimented by decorating some amateur looking chocolate drippings or whatever you call it. Haiya, can eat can already lah! &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;,I feel like an old aunty today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318194271745339122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Sc4Fg13l7vI/AAAAAAAACwQ/COTLoU2dwSY/s400/DSC_0580.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318195748001326802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Sc4G2xWcptI/AAAAAAAACwg/5h_Hv6aW340/s400/DSC_0575.JPG" border="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The chocolate that we decorated looks like poop after it's taken out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's good poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I so happen to be &lt;strong&gt;a very good cook&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318198261769427426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Sc4JJF3d2eI/AAAAAAAACww/reCZd0BNIOg/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318198989722441922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Sc4Jzds_WMI/AAAAAAAACxA/M8g-W0eEeQI/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Sc4KCxlMmRI/AAAAAAAACxI/GIBNgGI4h5A/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRTUALLY.&lt;/strong&gt; That game sure boosted my pride. 5 stars yo. Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my classmates knows how I always play this game when lecturers start to sound so monotonous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note,I've updated my playlist. I'm a happy kiddo. One moment, I can be so obsessed with songs from Disney channel, one moment I am into Indie/Rock music.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5179865055704369432?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5179865055704369432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5179865055704369432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5179865055704369432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5179865055704369432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/jai-ho.html' title='Jai Ho'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Sc4Fg13l7vI/AAAAAAAACwQ/COTLoU2dwSY/s72-c/DSC_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1588320779083070971</id><published>2009-03-27T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:25:38.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317826429009158082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Scy29k5GX8I/AAAAAAAACwI/9rqXaHOeyK0/s400/photoshop+copy.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heylo, decided to do something when I had the time. I'm working on this layout but&lt;br /&gt;I'm so uninspired to have anything added on to it. I've been so attached to doing cutesy vectors that I've lost the touch on doing more edgy,choppy looking layouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1588320779083070971?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1588320779083070971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1588320779083070971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1588320779083070971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1588320779083070971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/show.html' title='The Show'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/Scy29k5GX8I/AAAAAAAACwI/9rqXaHOeyK0/s72-c/photoshop+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-49269116382925144</id><published>2009-03-26T17:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:41:32.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Oh Star</title><content type='html'>Hello earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;It's going to rain,it's going to rain soon&lt;/em&gt;.Yay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been telling myself to start painting on the canvas shoes that&lt;br /&gt;I've bought two weeks ago. As mentioned before, I've painted one side of it &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I've made&lt;br /&gt;it looked pretty much so horrendous that I was so uninspired to continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I found some &lt;strong&gt;pretty cool shoes on the Internet&lt;/strong&gt; that makes me feel "woah... I should never try painting on shoes again". It's very tedious and acrylic paint can be your worst enemy if you aren't used to it. Those gifted painters can certainly pull it off and produce something so magnificent(&lt;strong&gt;duh&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317426466123129954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SctLMrCHpGI/AAAAAAAACv4/AAo6SZsDeZg/s400/3099018409_769ccdf85f.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this shoes were mine,I swear that I won't let anyone touch it. Something as intricate as that would take me years to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SctMQawh22I/AAAAAAAACwA/2breiqx8ZFA/s400/2891851300_90bd660acc.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this pair of shoes are freaking insane. I want one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a million others cool shoes that other designers have created.&lt;br /&gt;Each with it's own unique style and there is just something special about it that makes it appealing to look at. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Presenting to you my blogskin layout after ages of sticking to just plain,boring looking&lt;br /&gt;templates. &lt;strong&gt;P-A-R-A-M-O-R-E&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-49269116382925144?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/49269116382925144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=49269116382925144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/49269116382925144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/49269116382925144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-star.html' title='Oh Star'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SctLMrCHpGI/AAAAAAAACv4/AAo6SZsDeZg/s72-c/3099018409_769ccdf85f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5750605260490837807</id><published>2009-03-23T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:32:30.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Lie</title><content type='html'>You seems to think that I haven't been doing anything beneficial&lt;br /&gt;all these while. &lt;strong&gt;Hands down&lt;/strong&gt;. I have absolutely nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been in my best moods and I'm searching for the root of it.&lt;br /&gt;I've so many things that are left undone for I get distracted easily and&lt;br /&gt;there are times when I have restrictions to complete them. Commitments and&lt;br /&gt;constant naggings made it all seemed more frenzied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have the money, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would buy myself boxes of cheesels, rainbow skittles and twisties (especially the barbecue flavoured ones) and binge on it all day. I will also take my family and friends to cool places to shop and dine. &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; I have the money, I will donate a handful sum to the charity and buy beautiful toys for the orphanage. I will get myself albums of all the bands/singers that I listen to and buy a frigging loud stereo to deafen my ears a little bit more. They say that money makes the&lt;br /&gt;world go round and so... &lt;strong&gt;can I buy happiness and peace for the world with&lt;br /&gt;them?&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? What would you do if you have the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/updated)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is indeed filled with superficiality. In this modern world, what seems to&lt;br /&gt;matter more is how you carry yourself on the outside, how you accessorize,&lt;br /&gt;how you can afford to do something to a certain extent to get what you&lt;br /&gt;want/to be at the top notch. That's how shallow the society is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:Twitter is kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5750605260490837807?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5750605260490837807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5750605260490837807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5750605260490837807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5750605260490837807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-lie.html' title='Beautiful Lie'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6097278834535268359</id><published>2009-03-21T09:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:34:01.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Rose For My Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScRLIa_CshI/AAAAAAAACvo/0gdiM9GpFhg/s400/DSC_0919.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive amount of sneezing is causing my throat to itch.&lt;br /&gt;To communicate with the people around me, I have to type on my handphone &lt;br /&gt;to tell that what I want, etc. That really sucks major. &lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm being a fricking irritant by sneezing non-stop. Aha. &lt;br /&gt;You are lucky that you aren't living in the same roof as me&lt;br /&gt;or I will drive you total nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me that the bacteria chooses to invade on my immune system &lt;br /&gt;at this point of time right? The thing I dread most is having to swallow&lt;br /&gt; on those medicinal pills. Even though they are colourful, it taste very bad. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't medicine be sweet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and something that made me feel contented and brightened up my &lt;br /&gt;fcking dampened mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/255294"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOTD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6097278834535268359?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6097278834535268359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6097278834535268359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6097278834535268359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6097278834535268359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/massive-amount-of-sneezing-is-causing.html' title='Rose For My Beloved'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScRLIa_CshI/AAAAAAAACvo/0gdiM9GpFhg/s72-c/DSC_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-703197790347938726</id><published>2009-03-20T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:40:17.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>Major flu, drying throat that is seizing everything away from me. I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;resourceful but with the piles of tissue papers that I have wasted due to this flu attack,&lt;br /&gt;I'm nowhere near to saving Mother Nature. I feel awful now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart and soul burning in anger too.&lt;br /&gt;How temperamental can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day mate, I'm dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-703197790347938726?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/703197790347938726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=703197790347938726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/703197790347938726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/703197790347938726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4468364878950890345</id><published>2009-03-18T16:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:01:13.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314442327213786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScCxI7TgxPI/AAAAAAAACt4/jxXF9TmEoZQ/s400/DSC_0470.JPG" border="1" /&gt; So much for a "light lunch". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314442320362671794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScCxIhyFDrI/AAAAAAAACtw/qUDIgXtGD5A/s400/DSC_0465.JPG" border="1" /&gt; Hi Azlin! Hi Aason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314445439311297906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScCz-ExYPXI/AAAAAAAACuI/E2aiEDxZocc/s400/DSC_0474.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314450450146163266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScC4hvlgekI/AAAAAAAACvQ/sEE874pUg3k/s400/DSC_0493.JPG" border="1" /&gt; The boys in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314446540518417698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScC0-LFnZSI/AAAAAAAACuY/bz2vRF0WljQ/s400/DSC_0488.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314445445287700354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScCz-bCQ54I/AAAAAAAACuQ/saqlcHzPINU/s400/DSC_0481.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314448329953517730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScC2mVQMIKI/AAAAAAAACuo/ukcIjNmHPCo/s400/DSC_0497.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314446542755934194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScC0-TbFL_I/AAAAAAAACug/MhxLtphWqzs/s400/DSC_0489.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314448330280475634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScC2mWeJG_I/AAAAAAAACuw/_eX59KA8I64/s400/DSC_0516.JPG" border="1" /&gt; I wasn't emoing. I&lt;strong&gt; swear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314448336750336546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScC2mukrWiI/AAAAAAAACu4/C8hU-CdROF0/s400/DSC_0555.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScDiQvz6SiI/AAAAAAAACvg/CiqmmgHnf7E/s400/DSC_0551.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314451114256042690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScC5IZlpCsI/AAAAAAAACvY/d-Z6Q4--8r4/s400/DSC_0514.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314449034643227138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScC3PWbTwgI/AAAAAAAACvA/diB6b-okmiM/s400/DSC_0557.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up everything... yesterday was totally fun. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4468364878950890345?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4468364878950890345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4468364878950890345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4468364878950890345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4468364878950890345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear.html' title='The Fear'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/ScCxI7TgxPI/AAAAAAAACt4/jxXF9TmEoZQ/s72-c/DSC_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6124064190720899877</id><published>2009-03-16T12:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:40:51.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Lily Allen is cool. Her accent makes me feel that it's worthy being a British. She makes vulgarities seem so polite. Her music videos made me &lt;strong&gt;s-m-i-l-e&lt;/strong&gt;. Simply said, I like her style. Check her out by viewing the music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{/updated}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a freaking huge appetite. Just slice up my stomach and you can see all the junk that I have been binging on throughout this holiday. Not that I'm so obsessed about my weight but I think I should learn to eat healthier meals and try cutting down on greasy,full of calories contained food. I don't eat vegetables and fish that often and that's why I'm acting like a total paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brain is fully functioned to do blogskins throughout this whole holiday. There are both boons and banes in doing that. Firstly, do you know how many layouts have I exactly submitted and &lt;strong&gt;DELETED&lt;/strong&gt;? I think that I'm too much of a perfectionist when perfection is just an ascribed value. I'm disgusted by the way I act most of the time. I'm not easily satisfied with the things I do. On the other hand, I'm learning to actually "put all my works together in some place" instead of sending it off to the rubbish bin icon in my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things waiting for me to do. Oogling at some random celebrity like Lily Allen(mind you I'm straight), hunt for some kick arse songs, watch some cheesy disney shows which I so happen to fall in love with most of the time, read wikipedia stuff (do you know that wikipedia is like my new best friend forever?) and also do pretty hand painted canvas shoes. There's one pair of canvas shoes that I painted halfway. I won't ever dare show up in public in those shoes. It's too hideous looking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow and I have no idea why. It's not like Alex Turner will turn up at&lt;br /&gt;the outing anyway. I think I miss my friends a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6124064190720899877?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6124064190720899877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6124064190720899877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6124064190720899877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6124064190720899877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4547664348640881391</id><published>2009-03-15T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:18:46.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Trashed And Scattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss87/rockthesock/DSC_0420.jpg" width="400" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I stare at the picture,the more freaked out I am. &lt;br /&gt;We are too similar looking. Oh woah, not a major shocker anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been awesome, I think. I love my hair. I love my loveables. &lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4547664348640881391?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4547664348640881391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4547664348640881391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4547664348640881391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4547664348640881391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/trashed-and-scattered.html' title='Trashed And Scattered'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5015794404009104968</id><published>2009-03-11T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:54:35.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>False Pretense</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/Wallpaper.jpg" width="500" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/Wallpaper2.jpg" width="500" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dying of boredom at home and decided to do something creative.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first attempt in doing collages and I must say that I was proud of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt; watching Gossip Girls but I couldn't stand the drama and the flings going on.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, it's so difficult for me to find the episodes in the Net. With that, watching Gossip Girls is out of my list. I've only agreed to watch it because of Chace Crawford. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;I might do some catching up on 90210(I only managed to watch one episode!) &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; I can do&lt;br /&gt;more song hunting. Presently, my playlist is so outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you prevent milk from turning sour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: By storing it inside the cow. What the socks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5015794404009104968?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5015794404009104968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5015794404009104968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5015794404009104968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5015794404009104968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/false-pretense.html' title='False Pretense'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8635749598483646430</id><published>2009-03-10T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:57:40.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Golden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/2654_71653528661_732078661_2227930_.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I can't be bothered to blog about my life anymore. If you are still as ever so faithful to drop by my space and read about the piling crap that I write everyday, I shall congratulate you for being ever so faithful. Aha. God knows who's reading. I don't. I can't blame you if you have a sudden obsession of glimpsing at my space and the bad side effects you get from looking at my photography skills, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The travel time yesterday was enjoyable even though I was alone. I blasted music from my mp3 all the way from my home to the other side of Singapore. The sound was deafening but at least, it resisted the sound coming from the heavy downpour. I like the rain, &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;. But yesterday, it really spoilt most of the fun. I felt the adrenaline rush when I witnessed the "extreme splashing rainwater effect" that came from the bus when it sped through the highway. Afraid. I was afraid the bus will skid and off I go, along with all the humans in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like isolation - sometimes. It makes me feel like a saint person. It was kicking socks awesome when I listened to songs that I haven't been listening to in a while. I hope that it will rain rivers like it did yesterday. Right now, it's freaking humid and I don't like it. I lacked the sunny disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, cycling seemed like a wonderful plan but giving a thought about it, I remembered the bad experience that I had while cycling in the rain. It was certainly horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we didn't have much plans on our hands, the handful of us went to the arcade to have several rounds on some of the arcade machines. I miss those days where I will fork out money just to have myself feeling disappointed over losing against some virtual arcade character or that I know that I have bad hands coordination but I still had the urge to prove myself that I can play the arcade guitar. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so.... it was a really good exercise. I wasn't proud of my score for the basketball game. Utterly disappointing but it was an exhilarating experience where all my friends were coming down to help me when the time is ticking fast to mark the end of the round. We had two games of bowling and we called it game-over after that as all of us were seriously drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Pastamania was great. Chicken ham baked rice was certainly delicious and filling. We bonded and talked about how the future seems so bleak, how our lives were now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject of nature and nurture that was brought up during dinner certainly beats all that because I'm still pondering about it. Nurture, being trained to do something till you become almost perfect, almost so skillful in that area. For example... me being a serious no-hope in mathematics. Even after being taught time and time again, I'm still not good at it. I believe that perfection or nurturing someone to be really good is never true in human terms. It's hard to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature, on the other hand refers to inborn talent. Without practice, without undergoing pressure to strive, you are already talented in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a designer, I believe requires both of those two. I'm not saying that only creativity needs nature and nurture as a package. So does careers like doctors, event management, and what so ever. Ultimately, after the end of the day, you should still decide what works best. It's because, even after you have worked so hard for the career but it doesn't seem to go on plan even after being nurtured for like lets say 15 years, it's best to just open up your future to other choices that might actually work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/updated)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/BowlingInvite.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that most 4B people ever reads my blog? If that's the case, I have also spread the invite via Hotmail. Seriously hope that a majority will make it! I'm not that bothered if you don't wanna go. :D&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8635749598483646430?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8635749598483646430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8635749598483646430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8635749598483646430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8635749598483646430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/golden.html' title='Golden'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1040446549248655632</id><published>2009-03-09T09:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:15:35.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311005524423320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbR7YrNjpLI/AAAAAAAACtg/aIkWCBfnWik/s400/DSC_0655.JPG" border="1" /&gt;Yesterday was pretty fun with all the mini games that we played in the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;I think my mind was going to burst when we played "marketplace, the memory game".&lt;br /&gt;We had about 6 rounds and with that, we had to remember 42 different objects (I reckon, there's more than that amount).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were boisterous laughter and high-pitched screams and shouting of&lt;br /&gt;which mainly comes from me while we played “heart attack!”&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip back home really worn myself out as the bus home was seriously loaded&lt;br /&gt;with people and I didn't get the chance to sit. It was after I transferred&lt;br /&gt;to another bus did I get the chance to replenish some energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m so haggard-looking but on a happier note, I’m deliriously happy.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to the chalet later after I have a filling breakfast and&lt;br /&gt;a soothing bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1040446549248655632?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1040446549248655632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1040446549248655632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1040446549248655632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1040446549248655632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbR7YrNjpLI/AAAAAAAACtg/aIkWCBfnWik/s72-c/DSC_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7169669370259521082</id><published>2009-03-06T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:26:05.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Decode</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309968313206835010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbDMDCVGB0I/AAAAAAAACtA/LzbGx3Rn0GM/s400/DSC_1825.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309968329510174754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbDMD_EHQCI/AAAAAAAACtQ/2psijujaAJs/s400/DSC_1824.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309968324713493554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbDMDtMftDI/AAAAAAAACtI/inL1sP30Q0U/s400/DSC_1854.JPG" border="1" /&gt; There's nothing/much interesting things to take in this tiny red dot. I want to travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overdue photographs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309961583453063682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbDF7UCwygI/AAAAAAAACsg/XaYNqs1lBLo/s400/DSC_0158.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbDF6CTAzfI/AAAAAAAACsQ/SPMz_umU5hY/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbDKEHT52mI/AAAAAAAACs4/XXod5jm4GoI/s400/DSC_0605.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbDG4RmGZ2I/AAAAAAAACso/uQejYQmRWNY/s400/DSC_2050.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! No wonder certain people calls me an &lt;s&gt;emo&lt;/s&gt;-kid. &lt;strong&gt;Screw that&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my lovely friends for being my models! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days, I've learned a very valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not be so quick to judge and jump into conclusions".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only will it hurt the people around you but you will also end up hurting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a horrible person then. My mind was spinning all over (wasn't thinking straight)and I was so overwhelmed with guilt for I feel that&lt;br /&gt;I've made the biggest mistake ever, so far.&lt;br /&gt;Making mistakes is what that makes us human after all.&lt;br /&gt;You can't possibly run from it,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(updated/)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I recovered this super long chat account that I was so addicted to when&lt;br /&gt;I was in Secondary 2 and 3. It's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imvu.com/"&gt;IMVU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Have you guys heard of it before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the &lt;strong&gt;SIMS&lt;/strong&gt; where you can chat with people all over the country, with your own 3D&lt;br /&gt;avatar where you can buy clothes for it and decorate your homepage like Friendster. I remembered that half of my class will actually use that to chat with one another instead of MSN as it was the "latest trend" then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very fun to buy the clothes for it. I'm so tempted to play this again as they have revamped the whole game as you can even buy furnitures and decorate your own rooms(in 3D!). But no! I'm not going to let this thing affect my life ever again. Moreover, there's no one I know that plays this game anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna start the trend back? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310053146174580946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbEZM9wuaNI/AAAAAAAACtY/3E2Kb1iZ1Gk/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="1" /&gt; I know my avatar name is so &lt;em&gt;passe&lt;/em&gt;. I was young then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chio right!!!&lt;/strong&gt; If you notice, the head of the avatar is darker than the body. I didn't have money to buy the same skin tone for her lah. :(&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7169669370259521082?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7169669370259521082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7169669370259521082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7169669370259521082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7169669370259521082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/decode.html' title='Decode'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SbDMDCVGB0I/AAAAAAAACtA/LzbGx3Rn0GM/s72-c/DSC_1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8366349571287301091</id><published>2009-03-03T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:01:55.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>American Suitehearts</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling so lethargic lately. It's not that I've been sleeping very late.&lt;br /&gt;I think that my body clock is starting to go haywire or something.&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe, I've been so copped up by these four walls. Life feels quite&lt;br /&gt;mundane now and the weather has been totally great for sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might dislike such weather for it will really screw up their plans but honestly,I prefer such chilly weathers rather than having a sunny weather.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like to feel so uneasy under my own skin and getting all&lt;br /&gt;sweaty unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/DSC_0323.jpg" width="450" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are quite screwed up for the time being. It feels like I have nothing in my hands and I feel like a no-lifer. I haven't been mingling with my old friends for like months. Yea &lt;strong&gt;months&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha pathetic shitsocks. It sucks having to just hang around myself sometimes. The thought of picking of taking up new activities seems quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuba diving?&lt;br /&gt;Taking 2 stars kayaking certificate?&lt;br /&gt;Learn more recipes?&lt;br /&gt;Pick up some new DVDs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose some weight already. I should start going for runs around my neighbourhood or something. I should start the exercise regime today!&lt;br /&gt;(If I'm not such a lazy bum and if it's not raining heavily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o2&lt;/strong&gt;s! Class chalet is on the 8th to the 10th of March. The barbequeing while be held on the first night - if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;For more details, please contact &lt;strong&gt;Nathan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/updated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm reading a chick flick related book. I'm quite surprised that I can be bothered with it. I've borrowed it from the library about two weeks ago and just today did I just get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some personality quiz thing out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I MEAN CMON. Which personality test will be so mean to say bad things about you?&lt;br /&gt;I can be rather honest but I'm nowhere sweet, or friendly to just anyone. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Supposedly, this is accurate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAH what the socks. You don't know me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yea, I want to be a designer and I hope I will have something "secured" for my future.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(True enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm quite used to having not much people to rely on in times of trouble. That's not really&lt;br /&gt;what I'm most afraid of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(True enough. I'm unpredictable :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Click here for personality test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8366349571287301091?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8366349571287301091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8366349571287301091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8366349571287301091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8366349571287301091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-suitehearts.html' title='American Suitehearts'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1582463074921253224</id><published>2009-03-01T10:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:09:15.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Go All The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308031570450354626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SanqlxVAkcI/AAAAAAAACrg/yDEf32NTUbc/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308031005705847762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SanqE5fbQ9I/AAAAAAAACrY/fENHU_28_ms/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308030519622865906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SanpomsNk_I/AAAAAAAACrQ/urA_ofqqnwo/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308031581242955618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SanqmZiKl2I/AAAAAAAACro/2i5P9HyqC4Y/s400/DSC_0394.JPG" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SansKLJmssI/AAAAAAAACrw/SV0pE6KYpis/s400/DSC_0385.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;From the pictures above, you can infer that I dined outside(with my family). It was a small treat by my father as it was so called a "&lt;strong&gt;belated birthday celebration&lt;/strong&gt;" for him. Ironic as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Kentucky Fried Chicken for his birthday which falls on the&lt;br /&gt;24th Feb and after which,we went out to some random cafe yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food service was kind of slow. I guess, the highlight on the day will actually be the homemade cheese pizza that was served. (&lt;em&gt;I didn't take a picture of that&lt;/em&gt;.) It was baked fresh and served hot. Likewise, the other food that we ordered was kind of crappy. I didn't like the fish and chips that I'd ordered.&lt;br /&gt;The batter for the fish wasn't tender and not&lt;br /&gt;cooked to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this illustration for quite a while. I decided that it is time to stop designing randomly and who knows, if I can do a proper illustration&lt;br /&gt;out of my free time and I could include it into my portfolio. Since I have more time now, I might as well make full use out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaqE7DtQKsI/AAAAAAAACsA/zII_mae9jcs/s400/DSC_0276.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've drawn it during my free time. Initially, I was inspired to create my own customized shoe and open up a blog shop selling customized painted canvas shoe. We will see how it goes first. It will definitely require plenty of effort, capital and time to manage a blog shop and I'm still considering about it. It will totally awesome if I could have a joint blog shop with my fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my modem/Internet box is acting up. When I visit sites like FaceBook and Blogskins, the browser won't load all the images in the site. It's getting on my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;{/updated}&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I've called up the technician regarding the modem problem but it's not&lt;br /&gt;helping &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt;. So bloody pissed. I need a life too. So f-up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1582463074921253224?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1582463074921253224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1582463074921253224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1582463074921253224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1582463074921253224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-all-way.html' title='Go All The Way'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SanqlxVAkcI/AAAAAAAACrg/yDEf32NTUbc/s72-c/DSC_0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5366864781438362799</id><published>2009-02-27T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:35:34.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307437031705731842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SafN3D6S4wI/AAAAAAAACrI/LVyDvxXwElE/s400/DSC_0352+copy.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307437028684183138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SafN24p5tmI/AAAAAAAACrA/03tak9QNmiQ/s400/DSC_0348+copy.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307437017961811026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SafN2QtfTFI/AAAAAAAACq4/Yd1lzBxd8XU/s400/DSC_0344+copy.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those times when you were naïve and young, where you had a friend whom you played hide and seek with and share your toys together and you&lt;br /&gt;claimed innocently to the person that; “&lt;strong&gt;lets be best friends forever&lt;/strong&gt;”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times were great because you didn’t have to be afraid to show who you &lt;br /&gt;really are. You were clearly accepted by that person even for your flaws. &lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfect wasn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times I've said that I was afraid of this and that. &lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5366864781438362799?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5366864781438362799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5366864781438362799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5366864781438362799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5366864781438362799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SafN3D6S4wI/AAAAAAAACrI/LVyDvxXwElE/s72-c/DSC_0352+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-725075449919532505</id><published>2009-02-26T08:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:18:35.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep It Simple'/><title type='text'>He Said, She Said</title><content type='html'>I woke to a very beautiful morning.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely not breakfast being served in bed and not that I ended up&lt;br /&gt;in Paris with the picturesque view of the Eiffel Tower &lt;strong&gt;but this&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306901402564482146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaXmtV3g1GI/AAAAAAAACpg/7ZFMcfZiEV0/s400/DSC_0339.JPG" border="1" /&gt; Slowly turning to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306901413295432626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaXmt91-I7I/AAAAAAAACpw/lQP76_yHV4I/s400/DSC_0342.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306901405418886146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaXmtggDlAI/AAAAAAAACpo/HrqpUrf0jdc/s400/DSC_0340.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the awesomely breathtaking morning would have been so much better if the building there was demolished. I was so infuriated that the building was blocking my view the whole time! The colours in the sky were so mesmerizing with the mixture of purple, red and orange in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, my little cousins came out to play.&lt;br /&gt;Their cheeks are so darn pinchable.&lt;br /&gt;My cousins - both Sarah and Haziq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306905617171693218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaXqiqgLPqI/AAAAAAAACqg/VCK69SfUC_M/s400/DSC_0322.JPG" border="1" /&gt; She has triple chin. Hahaha cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306905611245346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaXqiUbOXYI/AAAAAAAACqQ/cUBGmEO4r8s/s400/DSC_0296.JPG" border="1" /&gt; I'm so jealous. He looks so &lt;em&gt;angmoh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306905609606200674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaXqiOUa_WI/AAAAAAAACqI/D6RqOKDeIko/s400/DSC_0301.JPG" border="1" /&gt; He says "boooo" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306905602340862706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaXqhzQOuvI/AAAAAAAACqA/8zpdQJoG_8E/s400/DSC_0295.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/updated)&lt;br /&gt;I think that I have a love-hate thing with such weather. It's indeed so cooling&lt;br /&gt;which makes me feel so peaceful but on the other hand, my creativity&lt;br /&gt;sucks big time when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up playing with PhotoShop in this awesome weather.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of mum's cooking of Briyani Rice is spreading across the house.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really hungry and that explains the major creativity block.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving collage style and line arts but I kinda suck in both of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Au revoir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-725075449919532505?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/725075449919532505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=725075449919532505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/725075449919532505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/725075449919532505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-said-she-said.html' title='He Said, She Said'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaXmtV3g1GI/AAAAAAAACpg/7ZFMcfZiEV0/s72-c/DSC_0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-299761672578103133</id><published>2009-02-24T18:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:04:43.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>In Your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306304239540597858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaPHl4P3dGI/AAAAAAAACow/lNybSLP0Ato/s400/DSC_0501.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those people who have an obsessive thing over this site or particularly loves&lt;br /&gt;glimpsing/glancing/staring/bitching at my blog or what-so-ever,(some stalkers EHEM*)&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't hurt to ACTUALLY say&lt;strong&gt; hiiiiii&lt;/strong&gt; right? Cmon ah!&lt;br /&gt;Tagging me with just a word won't kill you/ give you a major headache/heart&lt;br /&gt;attack or any psychotic disorder what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo! Kns. Make me frown for nothing only. &lt;strong&gt;HI EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wave hands*. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hello earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;I did take notice that I have been blogging almost frequently now.&lt;br /&gt;It’s quite great that I can just blabber nonsense here when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been eating plenty of greasy/unhealthy/sweet things which can seriously turn me into an obese person. Doughnuts with lots of glaze on it, corn custards, Nutella with bread (that includes me taking the Nutella without the bread),&lt;br /&gt;some chocolate goodies, CHICKEN CHOP from this shop at my place here which is so superb that it will really rock your socks and my mum’s homemade cooking&lt;br /&gt;which can somewhat kill me because of it’s tremendous amount of spices.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, everything is so superbly delicious that I will keep savoring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been designing blogskins and submitting them to &lt;strong&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I kind of dislike some of the comments that were given to me.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if it’s constructive or what but some of them will keep saying, “hey you seriously need to work on your blog codes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a designer in training and not some programmer person.&lt;br /&gt;I hate alien sounding codes and I just love designing illustrations for the blogskins. I don’t really care about the codes and why do these people do?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really get them. Like hello? &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL&lt;/strong&gt; people see the layout as a whole and not the codes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306315114235476162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaPRe3pKuMI/AAAAAAAACpA/hzNpSF5UZtQ/s400/Shoes+copy.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306315112004490594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaPRevVQlWI/AAAAAAAACo4/RT-GL19xWv4/s400/Preview2.JPG" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to some of the awesome bands around.&lt;br /&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’s new album is the bomb. The lyrics are meaningful&lt;br /&gt;but I should say that the band should really break their boundary&lt;br /&gt;because they really sounded exactly like their last album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306315124997021570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaPRffu634I/AAAAAAAACpY/RhRSwWMtoC8/s400/3223964993_b527568a36.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also been listening to this band called; “The Maine” and they are kind of good too. They sounded a little like Mayday Parade but a little bit more soulful&lt;br /&gt;sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306315117626387970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaPRfERn7gI/AAAAAAAACpI/WyIUZbHo9D0/s400/themaine.bmp" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching episodes of Wizards of Waverly Place, season two on YouTube –* it's some show on Disney channel. I think I’m quite hooked to it as I&lt;br /&gt;like Selena Gomez’s sarcasm and how the actors acted really well.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I’ve also watched some random videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306315123985175938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaPRfb9rVYI/AAAAAAAACpQ/MR22xdvbzIk/s400/2349131211_ec1c0f8ccb.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as... some Japanese comedy show called “&lt;strong&gt;Gaki No Tsukai&lt;/strong&gt;”, I even searched for “&lt;strong&gt;Happy Tree Friends&lt;/strong&gt;” and even spoofs on different movies. One of which is “&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;”and the most classic one that I went to search on YouTube was “&lt;strong&gt;Titanic&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;I must be outta my mind. This is what boredom does to you but I kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did productive things like helping my mum with the household chores and in &lt;br /&gt;the kitchen when she wanted me to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! I have a new hairstyle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the Twilight spoof video. It's quite retarded but if you are a procrastinator or have&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing to do(just like me)... go watch it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-299761672578103133?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/299761672578103133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=299761672578103133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/299761672578103133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/299761672578103133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-those-people-who-have-obsessive.html' title='In Your Arms'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SaPHl4P3dGI/AAAAAAAACow/lNybSLP0Ato/s72-c/DSC_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3074165972878379807</id><published>2009-02-22T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:43:31.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Climb</title><content type='html'>Ever pondered about your existence in life? I took sometime alone and decided that just maybe, my existence here is to make people smile, have a larger grin plastered on their face and just go through the good and bad in life. With all the things that I go through in life, I will slowly discover who I am inside and stop myself from making repetitive mistakes. Everything does take time after all, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, smile more and make the people around you feel happier. After all, money doesn’t make the world go round. A smile a day, gives away the entire bad disposition that lies within you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3074165972878379807?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3074165972878379807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3074165972878379807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3074165972878379807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3074165972878379807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/climb.html' title='Climb'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-759017124660035610</id><published>2009-02-21T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:06:27.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>One In A Million</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305119482325931618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-SD7sKlmI/AAAAAAAACoo/JyMBSZfa2E4/s400/DSC_1005.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305119481650903026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-SD5LOd_I/AAAAAAAACog/2diuU1XioB4/s400/DSC_0977.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305118493521877858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-RKYG6G2I/AAAAAAAACoY/5-UqWSXyucA/s400/DSC_0950.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305116649636964002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-PfDGfJqI/AAAAAAAACoQ/MtzjI_mmy8U/s400/DSC_1065.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305113427064373250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-MjeFTwAI/AAAAAAAACoI/QeG1UKG8QWc/s400/DSC_0992.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305113422156031858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-MjLzEZ3I/AAAAAAAACoA/Lw8rnGfFfFo/s400/DSC_1293.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305113415384849090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-MiyksWsI/AAAAAAAACnw/bSHfqXGezbs/s400/DSC_1294.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305113413190354578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-MiqZfBpI/AAAAAAAACno/Eyv3lpFVD4Y/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109365898125346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-I3FD0oCI/AAAAAAAACnY/rhHsBN--7zs/s400/DSC_0877.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109353420387282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-I2Wk5c9I/AAAAAAAACnI/iRPKKMOHWhs/s400/DSC_0821.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305109345451327586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-I1447QGI/AAAAAAAACnA/Xaz1AYzA2iY/s400/DSC_0816.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Basically the pictures were taken at Malacca. I didn't get the chance to upload them and since I'm so free right now, I might as well post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay DCMDs come scream with me, "&lt;strong&gt;YAY HOLIDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;After such a long torture and the endless battle of assignments, it's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep all I want and be such a lazy arse for all I care. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will do stupid things at home like watching youtube videos and doing arty-farty DIY things. Not that I can find a job so easily with all the recession going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio shit! I think the Feedjit thing is cool. Hahahaha. Cop from Eugene's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the class chalet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/updated)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, be strong and I know you are. God loves him.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-759017124660035610?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/759017124660035610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=759017124660035610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/759017124660035610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/759017124660035610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/malacca.html' title='One In A Million'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ-SD7sKlmI/AAAAAAAACoo/JyMBSZfa2E4/s72-c/DSC_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1953791680888140203</id><published>2009-02-20T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:11:54.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rights To Write Me Off</title><content type='html'>I was listening to certain songs and it actually reminded me how I felt&lt;br /&gt;and reacted back then when I listened to them. There were so much emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melancholic,euphoric, heart-wrecking, mind boogling,and the list does goes on.&lt;br /&gt;What's important to me are the lyrics. Even if the rhythm or beat of the&lt;br /&gt;song is so sick, so awful to the ears, it's the message behind the song that I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go through my playlist, "gotta go my own way" reminded me of the time where my friends and me were going our separate ways after we graduated,&lt;br /&gt;how the song "dance floor anthem" will really pierce through my heart with its so true lyrics, and how the song, "fake tales of san fransisco" made me&lt;br /&gt;the happiest person on earth. What can I say? I just love Alex Turner's British accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are songs that will automatically make me think profoundly and actually turn me into someone so emotional. Songs that I will definitely headbang to and&lt;br /&gt;yell with till my voice turned hoarse. Sometimes, music are like the walls for&lt;br /&gt;me to confide to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you know that it can't listen to you, it is you who listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;It's when you really hear what the singer is trying to express to you.&lt;br /&gt;Their pain and the joyful moment that they go through. At times, it just makes you&lt;br /&gt;feel better because there is just that someone who is facing the same shit as you as&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics seem to match your mood and the thoughts swirling in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Windows vista because I can hear sounds coming out of my laptop once again. Window Xp has been so wtfbbqannoying as it refuses to play the song/ music that I wanted. Just so you know, &lt;strong&gt;I havent heard a single song from my laptop &lt;/strong&gt;as I assumed that my laptop's sound system was so corrupted due to XP. &lt;strong&gt;FOUR MONTHS WITHOUT HEARING MUSIC FROM MY LAPTOP.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh agony. Yay to vista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/updated)&lt;br /&gt;Things have been way different these days. Everything felt really empty. I do not know what to do, what to say, what to think. My mind is in a major mess, you can't just clear it up in a matter of a day. I'm not used to this, but I know that I have to atleast understand. It's because, you did try to understand me before. Then why couldn't I? It's time to be all independent even though it's hard.  &lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1953791680888140203?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1953791680888140203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1953791680888140203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1953791680888140203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1953791680888140203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/rights-to-write-me-off.html' title='Rights To Write Me Off'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7656582938235359352</id><published>2009-02-19T18:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:34:34.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Dancehall</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304450929027946930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ0yBAkzmbI/AAAAAAAACm4/M5K2cFDjpmA/s400/DSC_2561.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304450928106587714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ0yA9JIxkI/AAAAAAAACmw/3XZsp1LG62Y/s400/DSC_2522.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the condition of my room right now. Things are all over the place and the walls are just so unwelcoming. There is no bright, euphoric colours in here to persuade me to get my butt and face on doing my work. Just you wait! Just maybe, I should stick up some person face on the wall to make me do work. OHHHH!! Maybe that guy who plays Professor Snape. His face will definitely push me to do my work and I will stop procrastinating. Okay, maybe I will put some worth drooling person's face there to make my room much more welcoming. Gosh! This is all jibberish talking. This is what fatigue does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in holidays mood already. Damn wtfbarbeque I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ohhh this beat is sick&lt;/em&gt;....."&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7656582938235359352?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7656582938235359352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7656582938235359352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7656582938235359352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7656582938235359352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancehall.html' title='Dancehall'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZ0yBAkzmbI/AAAAAAAACm4/M5K2cFDjpmA/s72-c/DSC_2561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8251916699678011327</id><published>2009-02-18T09:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:38:21.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Confession of a broken heart</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;(Just so you know; each and every one of my entry title is based on any random song that popped up in my head. It might be the song that I am listening to or just the “song of the day” which actually reflects my mood. I can actually die if I didn’t get the taste of music for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I’ve named this entry as, “confessions of a broken heart". It’s like I’m in a safe boat but without the oars to actually paddle on. It’s like I’ve nothing to be all apprehensive about but the thing which actually determine my safety isn’t really here.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZtu25aCBiI/AAAAAAAACmA/LP4-KQsoWW0/s400/DSC_1692.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954025978347346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZtuFcdxP1I/AAAAAAAACl4/7zbutQv5LXI/s400/DSC_1891+copy.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303954021433470738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZtuFLiL7xI/AAAAAAAAClw/hmH6h9Uu8_A/s400/DSC_1886+copy.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those photographs were taken ages ago. Around late december if I'm not wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/UPDATED)&lt;br /&gt;Oh double wow. My room feels very messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;IDS/HCD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT1 ASN4&amp;amp;5&lt;br /&gt;Betty Edwards Book&lt;br /&gt;DS sketchbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZupmgsjOnI/AAAAAAAACmI/3o2cyEnW_Ow/s400/DSC_0290.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZuqoXl_d3I/AAAAAAAACmQ/L-e8hGyjDPY/s400/DSC_0283.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZusRE1_RkI/AAAAAAAACmo/Cm1f_Pl0vNk/s400/DSC_0277.JPG" border="2" /&gt; Guess who is that in the sketch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZusQ6DH9wI/AAAAAAAACmg/kNxrMrwwCiI/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZusQsDOoRI/AAAAAAAACmY/lt44wRylrAM/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" border="2" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8251916699678011327?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8251916699678011327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8251916699678011327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8251916699678011327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8251916699678011327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/confession-of-broken-heart.html' title='Confession of a broken heart'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZtu25aCBiI/AAAAAAAACmA/LP4-KQsoWW0/s72-c/DSC_1692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4797227943785554230</id><published>2009-02-17T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:14:33.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Run baby run!</title><content type='html'>Hello earthlings (this will actually be a much more proper&lt;br /&gt;post than the previous one.) Pardon me but I've deleted the last entry. It hurts to see me writing in &lt;strong&gt;poor english&lt;/strong&gt; and all the typos that can be found in the last one. I've typed that entry when I was in a sub-conscious state. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/6241/dsc0181copyci5.jpg" width="460" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I haven't touch on photography for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;After the 500 photos submission, I couldn't find time to bring &lt;strong&gt;Nick the Nikon&lt;/strong&gt; out&lt;br /&gt;for massive amount of paparazzi action. I miss those days!&lt;br /&gt;Getting stared at and getting yelled at by shop keepers or outsiders whom I have initially wanted to "capture the moment with" by taking their pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track. Holidays are here but this week will still be going back and fro to school because of the workload that was given to us. It seems that it will take a while to end. I can't wait for the year break whereby I can actually catch up&lt;br /&gt;on the sleepless nights and pampering sessions of just watching tv and becoming&lt;br /&gt;a couch potato once again. Or perhaps not! I shall look for a job as I'm in desperate need of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My course is freaking expensive and not only that! We have also wasted plenty of the natural resources(What happened to saving trees Nina?!). I feel like a sinner for wasting papers on my sketches and random doodlings. You won't want to know the amount of money, papers and mounting boards that all of us have spent,used and wasted on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody thinking so much? I haven't been reminiscing and doing the "profound thinking" lately. I don't plan the future ahead as I've said before. I kinda have phobias about this whole "future planning thing". Lets just say, just go with the smooth flow.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it doesn't hurt to actually put a thought regarding this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4797227943785554230?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4797227943785554230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4797227943785554230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4797227943785554230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4797227943785554230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/run-baby-run.html' title='Run baby run!'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-9034763328947603885</id><published>2009-02-14T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:16:28.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Secret Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZbtEBWAHcI/AAAAAAAAClI/Pbs0aWZZyMs/s400/Picture+162+copy.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello sup!&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, &lt;strong&gt;happy valentines day &lt;/strong&gt;to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Be it to those who are so madly in love, those whose hearts has been stamped with&lt;br /&gt;"I've been dumped/I was used/I &lt;strong&gt;was &lt;/strong&gt;with a jerk/biatch" all over it or those perfectly normal, happy human beings that are very satisfied&lt;br /&gt;with how things are right now, hope that today was an awesome rock socks&lt;br /&gt;time for all of you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is indeed sweet for me. Hahahaha. Right down from friends to families to youknowwhattowhatIknow. I've indulged in plenty of sugary contained food that is so gonna turn me into a happy idiot due to the excessive amount of energy in my body.&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline rush is the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;I deserve an ample amount of rest today? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yo people! I'm facing insomnia right now due to the excessive intake of sugary things. I'm overwhelmed with guilt for all the ice cream and sweet cakes that I've eaten today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just dream of some random guy celebrity *ohwow,edwardcullen/robpattinson* singing&lt;br /&gt;a lullaby to me, just so that I can go have a nap now before waking up in the wee hours to complete the Flash website. Flash hates me. It really does. I'm depressed enough. I'm nowhere done. I totally envy those people who submitted their works on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, time does flies. Soon, year one is going to be over. &lt;strong&gt;I'm turning old and I will stop growing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough but fair enough. Have any idea why? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I have love,good friends and a loving but at times can be a very difficult family. But I STILL love y'll. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye, au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;SPREAD THE LOVE people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-9034763328947603885?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9034763328947603885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=9034763328947603885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9034763328947603885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9034763328947603885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Secret Valentine'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SZbtEBWAHcI/AAAAAAAAClI/Pbs0aWZZyMs/s72-c/Picture+162+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6690939971751297067</id><published>2009-02-13T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:39:07.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, I'm refusing to stone/do work/whatever shit infront of Macromedia Flash. I swear that the program has some kind of curse in it. Aiyo flash, why are you temperamental? One moment on another file you work like a charm, and as though you are high on drug but another moment, you can be like what most naggy moody aunties are-giving me problems and everything. &lt;strong&gt;Flash&lt;/strong&gt;, you are sooo not my friend-so you can go bang the wall and die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week wasn't a hundred percent screwed up. Ms Janny sort of extended the deadline to Tueday(thanks a million!), or I could have just died. Another thing, I was damn elated as I finished VDS illustration over a short period of time. The feeling was so heavenly - like feeling of having to accomplish something like darn freaking fast. Even so, it's not of my best works but at least, I'm over the moon happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that procrastinating seems like the best thing to do on earth?&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6690939971751297067?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6690939971751297067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6690939971751297067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6690939971751297067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6690939971751297067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/pressure.html' title='Pressure'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6964262124559257241</id><published>2009-02-09T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:51:54.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Decode</title><content type='html'>Some people are just born great. Given the talent, given the looks.&lt;br /&gt;Given the talent - yes, &lt;strong&gt;lucky them&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then what do I have? What do&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt; have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let this all be over and done soon. Pretty please with extra toppings on top.&lt;br /&gt;Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6964262124559257241?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6964262124559257241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6964262124559257241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6964262124559257241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6964262124559257241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/decode.html' title='Decode'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3052469055271627990</id><published>2009-02-07T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:42:06.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Love Games</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/2743/17794608pi3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've randomly drawn the illustration above. No significant meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;Cute right! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been the most hectic week. School semester is ending and&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel like the most happiest, craziest idiot on Earth. School assignments are&lt;br /&gt;driving me into a &lt;strong&gt;total &lt;/strong&gt;nutcase - I bet that a lot of people aren't surprised. I've been whining about it in each and every one of my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I foresee warning letters from school due to my absenteeism. Hahaha. Shouldn't say much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a very old picture of my class in FaceBook. I truly miss these bunch of people with their humorous antics and never failing to make one another laugh/smile/scream(in a good way)&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;em&gt;wtf&lt;/em&gt; jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss getting caught for taking the teachers' lift with the rest of the class when we weren't supposed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that our class looks like a laundry place each time there's PE lesson; with all the guys hanging their clothes on the rail thing along the corridor and the guys getting annoyed when girls sprayed perfume to get rid of the smell. HAHAHA. Their frustration actually makes us feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The songs that the class will always sing together. For example; &lt;strong&gt;Sean Kingston - Beautiful girl&lt;/strong&gt; which became so popular among all of us. Know why? It's because the starting of the song has words when mis-heard actually sounded like the name of a guy in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss eating food from the F&amp;amp;N lab. Especially those free of charge strawberries you can take during coursework practicals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay, I'm pretty much feeling lazy to reminisce and put down the "I miss this and &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;" list. It will totally drag on this post and who knows it might actually last till tomorrow. You know how long winded I can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oi &lt;strong&gt;4B&lt;/strong&gt;s, please organize an outing/reunion &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;! Hint hint to ermmm *cough* those who always plan outings for class *cough*.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/46/n69459592314901902363fr9.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting this on my blog, just so to remind myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Drawing studio assignment&lt;/s&gt; &lt;li&gt;Visual design studio's illustration within an ad for Crowbar &lt;li&gt;IDS/HCD revamping of the website with infographics &lt;li&gt;Design thinking(Idontknowwhattodo&lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oknoobies. Bye!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3052469055271627990?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3052469055271627990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3052469055271627990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3052469055271627990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3052469055271627990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-games.html' title='Love Games'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3230288705976270097</id><published>2009-02-04T08:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:55:15.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Crushcrushcrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298730439383856994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYjfQsAGN2I/AAAAAAAACkI/06BfSa7XsuU/s400/Graffiti+Works.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love the colours of this shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing being striked out &lt;strong&gt;YET&lt;/strong&gt; from my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a frozen dead meatball.&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Off to paint. I should psycho my brain from ever touching this laptop until&lt;br /&gt;I've completed atleast half of the freaking huge canvas. I know I'm making things harder&lt;br /&gt;for myself. Wthfbarbeque man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: super sian please with a zest of freakingly panicky feeling in it.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: the silence in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Food: I just ate egg mayo for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Drink: I drank hot milo (adrenaline rush!)&lt;br /&gt;Hair: My hair looks like a haystack. You won't like it.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I can finish doing the painting by today, but why all these distractions?!&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, I'm so damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;:( Chiong ah!&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3230288705976270097?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3230288705976270097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3230288705976270097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3230288705976270097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3230288705976270097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/crushcrushcrush.html' title='Crushcrushcrush'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYjfQsAGN2I/AAAAAAAACkI/06BfSa7XsuU/s72-c/Graffiti+Works.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3914428701660989983</id><published>2009-02-03T16:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:28:08.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You caught me, mesmerized</title><content type='html'>Hello earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;I've always feared failure. When I was on the verge of giving up everything completely, I will give myself that pep talk saying that,"Hey! This isn't you. Try harder". It's quite exhausting when you need to keep going back up your feet when you fall countless time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;. I've decided to paint for the final drawing studio assignment. I'm taking a short break for now as I got rather fed-up with myself for making the wrong decision of wanting to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work looks like one fucked up painting with splotches of paint here and there. It looks like as though it has been shot by many colourful paintballs. So disoriented and poor paintbrush strokes. Wah! Blogging really shows the pessimistic side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make myself feel more better, I went to look for girls with cool, edgy hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;I really envy them can! I shall let my hair grow long before doing anything crazy which I will probably regret for the rest of my mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298483277344596898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYf-d9p446I/AAAAAAAACjg/BmzEdfdvgr0/s400/Kimberly-Caldwell-000001.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298483277832107618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYf-d_eHtmI/AAAAAAAACjY/UXoGl8X5Tgo/s400/istock_000006861815xsmall.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298483271250059746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYf-dm81oeI/AAAAAAAACjQ/fm0q_yC62Ck/s400/istock_000006075895xsmall.jpg" border="1" /&gt; I like this hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298483506165870034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYf-rSFIbdI/AAAAAAAACjw/MTqqkCDaJnU/s400/iStock_000006506885XSmall.jpg" border="1" /&gt;This is so damn cool please. Rainbow streaks on your fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYf_8YQZD7I/AAAAAAAACkA/PWfE7aYIz00/s400/adb-021796.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYf_8XfWTOI/AAAAAAAACj4/AO7kR3l9iXY/s400/HayleyWilliams.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ Hayley William's hair!&lt;br /&gt;I think that is enough about crazy, cool hair. Eh please ah, I'm not a lesbo. Please read&lt;br /&gt;the content first before making any assumptions hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the academic year to end. School is pretty much merciless with all the assignments that are slowly building up and attacking us. Seriously, we are left with 2-3 weeks but the number of work that needs to be done is so freaking _____. I have the motivation to do them but I'm such a lazy arse. As you can see, my brain is contaminated with negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see how panicky I was when I see how tight the deadlines were to one another.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To do list&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;get the freaking painting done quick, damn super torturing. &lt;li&gt;do more lame shit survey on Facebook &lt;li&gt;play pets society when I'm stress &lt;li&gt;procrastinate further by making this to-do-list seem longer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;goggle for different types of hairstyles in existence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake some cookies or make something so simple that noobs like me can even do them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decorate my planner with cool designs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do up a new blogskin cause this is just temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lazy, lazy, lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3914428701660989983?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3914428701660989983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3914428701660989983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3914428701660989983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3914428701660989983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-caught-me-mesmerized.html' title='You caught me, mesmerized'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYf-d9p446I/AAAAAAAACjg/BmzEdfdvgr0/s72-c/Kimberly-Caldwell-000001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-2868683290955227549</id><published>2009-02-01T08:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:10:37.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>Hello people of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm blogging at this very early hour with the sun almost shining directly at me,the sounds of buzzling things around me and a4 papers scattered around me (literally, YES).&lt;br /&gt;Horrid scene. I'm becoming a messy person day by day. I need a bigger space to place all of art materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this early just because I had this horrible, terrible dream that made me realized how pessimistic I've been and the aftermath of pessimism. It scares the hell out of me and I quickly got out of bed. It also reminds me that last-minute-ism isn't necessarily healthy and to be wise person, get things done earlier or I will have the likeliness of just screwing more things up along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through the pictures that I've taken the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;I think rather than seeing words, people who reads this blog would rather see pictures? It hit me that I used to be so obsessed with glittery, sparkly things.&lt;br /&gt;I've plenty of glittery subjects for my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the evidences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297626897196570066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYTzmE_01dI/AAAAAAAACiQ/5tu5gSdh2NE/s400/Jewellery+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297626892485068850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYTzlzchCDI/AAAAAAAACiI/WtXqPV3eQJw/s400/Nyonya+Shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297626889472632434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYTzloOS5nI/AAAAAAAACiA/s9WMNswEkxI/s400/Bead+Sequin+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297626887101841682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYTzlfZDgRI/AAAAAAAACh4/zsfRJIFFRm8/s400/Bead+Sequin+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYT0fU0OXfI/AAAAAAAACio/t0iV634km0c/s400/Shine+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYT0fLau-3I/AAAAAAAACig/WuIZruZAPns/s400/Bead+Sequin+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh back to the dream(s), I dreamed that I befriended a blind man and we became families.&lt;br /&gt;Then the dream travelled back to me being super kanchiong as I submitted in just&lt;br /&gt;a blank a3 paper for my final year assignment. Wow, Amanina is scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a freak. I read New Moon and I'm almost done with the chapters.&lt;br /&gt;Total time spent on it: 5 hours. Freak much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've quite a handful of cats photos.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYT1-95eQ2I/AAAAAAAACiw/3pNkAYHwetI/s400/Protective.jpg" /&gt; Title of image is called "protective". Errrr.. all images in this blog is Amanina copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-2868683290955227549?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2868683290955227549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=2868683290955227549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2868683290955227549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2868683290955227549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYTzmE_01dI/AAAAAAAACiQ/5tu5gSdh2NE/s72-c/Jewellery+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8745068130177771973</id><published>2009-01-31T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:20:09.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My friend</title><content type='html'>Dear good friend/happymaker,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me even though for now, we don't really get to&lt;br /&gt;see each other often. It was great having you to sit beside me in class when I was either feeling super melancholic by fucking jerks/beyotches or when I was totally infuriated with stupid trigonometry and math graph back in year &lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I grew to become someone more extroverted because of you and I thank you whole-heartedly because of that. I've never had any other better friend than you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the awesome memories of burping non-stop beside me(HAHAHA. drop water face kamu), tolerating my growing addiction of listening to rock bands like Avenged Sevenfold and you singing to some indo-pop song like mimpi manis beside me in&lt;br /&gt;class. Awesome memories! Be happy with your love ones, may god bless and&lt;br /&gt;happy advanced 18th birthday! And let say, if I'm infected by any kind of diseases, I'll come to you okay, Nurse Azlin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite pleased that I've bought myself a planner. I hope it does help me in the future to come. I'm still having a mind-aching time deciding on whether I&lt;br /&gt;should use Illustrator or traditional painting for drawing studio assignment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always that fickle-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it that I cried while reading &lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt;? Gosh. I'm so freaking weak.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm drowned in my own fantasy. It's Edward leaving Bella. Not Edward leaving &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.No wonder girls are defined as "emotional creatures created by God".&lt;br /&gt;I am so absorbed in this.&lt;br /&gt;Blergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never good at hiding my tears I think? Streaks of teardrops on my cheeks becomes the evidence and I was caught by my youngest sister for being emotional. This makes me feel weaker. Pathetically, I wanted to prove myself to be stronger than what I can actually portray.&lt;br /&gt;It never works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the other day... I had to control it. But ya, I don't mean to burst your bubble but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you,you&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; saw the weaker side of me. I don't really know how to describe that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid? Relieved? Embarrassed?&lt;br /&gt;More or less, I feel like as though a very heavy burden was shifted away from me. I need not pretend to smile so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8745068130177771973?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8745068130177771973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8745068130177771973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8745068130177771973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8745068130177771973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friend.html' title='My friend'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1859936602497380556</id><published>2009-01-30T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:31:37.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling super jubilant today as it's Friday! The weekends will be total hell with me rushing Drawing studio assignment but still, I can sleep late and wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296921172477556946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYJxvfjFONI/AAAAAAAAChY/X18CoDfB_Jw/s400/Photo_279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296921156360365650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYJxujgcZlI/AAAAAAAAChQ/TJ1tR4PXTog/s400/image01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class will be a total torture without them. Hearts! :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like my hair now. I want to get those funky edgy hairstyle pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye bob hairstyle hahahaha. Okay, I'm still deciding on another hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYJ0CzaZIYI/AAAAAAAAChw/NT3Jul7Odr0/s400/Vintage+9+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYJ0Ckbu6mI/AAAAAAAACho/hZs0aXLUhMI/s400/Vintage+6+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYJ0Cd_tyMI/AAAAAAAAChg/u4r9L_LFloI/s400/Vintage+4+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage stuff are the bombxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1859936602497380556?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1859936602497380556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1859936602497380556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1859936602497380556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1859936602497380556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SYJxvfjFONI/AAAAAAAAChY/X18CoDfB_Jw/s72-c/Photo_279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7636082967892202938</id><published>2009-01-29T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:16:38.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Teardrops</title><content type='html'>I should just work my socks out rather than whining one corner without being&lt;br /&gt;productive at all. Stop pessimism that seems to keep running in my blood and &lt;br /&gt;stop being all "ohhh I wanna give up" kind of attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's this sudden change of my mood because of I had the opportunity to taste the heavenly chocolates imported from Japan that was bought by Eugene and thank &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;for the nougats. ;) Adrenaline rush is super wooooshhh man! I ate spaghetti during lunch and that explains the happy feeling! &lt;br /&gt;Good food makes me happy. Yayness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- results for VDS and DS weren't that bad. Slowly improve(I hope)! :D&lt;br /&gt;- I'm feeling super cramped up in class now. Don't know what I should do for &lt;br /&gt;VDS final assignment.&lt;br /&gt;- Dont ever mention the word starting with "C" and ends with "R" infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7636082967892202938?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7636082967892202938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7636082967892202938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7636082967892202938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7636082967892202938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/teardrops.html' title='Teardrops'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1828989724296283225</id><published>2009-01-27T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:37:57.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Trembled By My Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295763492486172466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SX5U1pgezzI/AAAAAAAAChI/aXPJaMN0T1o/s400/DSC_0633EDITED+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1828989724296283225?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1828989724296283225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1828989724296283225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1828989724296283225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1828989724296283225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/trembled-by-my-beloved.html' title='Trembled By My Beloved'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SX5U1pgezzI/AAAAAAAAChI/aXPJaMN0T1o/s72-c/DSC_0633EDITED+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-2603466073787836157</id><published>2009-01-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:29:16.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Twisted Tales</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging now as I assumed that I have nothing much to do?&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Robert Pattinson as Edward keeps appearing in my mind. I think about him&lt;br /&gt;a whole lot now. I think I'm going insane. Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wished that I'm in California enjoying a nice, sunny holiday instead&lt;br /&gt;of being stuck here, feeling all clueless on what to do for my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I've plainly wasted three days by just stoning and thinking&lt;br /&gt;about Cullen and playing Facebook applications instead of being productive.&lt;br /&gt;Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gong xi fa cai to those celebrating! :D&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy all the glorious food,great company and red packets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't feel like coming back to school and facing all the stressfulness there.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like &lt;s&gt;quitting&lt;/s&gt;. Okay shut up! Don't ever get me started on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;I wrote my very first song yesterday.&lt;/s&gt; I swear I didn't know what came over me.&lt;br /&gt;It's like some raging,emotional,soulful person just hit me and encouraged me&lt;br /&gt;to write how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go off, wo yao ang bao!&lt;br /&gt;Thick skin~ Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-2603466073787836157?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2603466073787836157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=2603466073787836157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2603466073787836157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2603466073787836157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/twisted-tales.html' title='Twisted Tales'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4895407970805852872</id><published>2009-01-23T18:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:16:02.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Do The Bad Thing</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;This is a backdated post as I couldn't find time to blog about this particular event.&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, my family and I went to celebrate my mum's belated birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad decided that we should just have brunch at Lucky Plaza's Ayam Penyet Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I've only tried the one at Far East Plaza. The last time I ate felt like eons ago,&lt;br /&gt;I ate it with Sulastri and Sulaiman after shopping for my prom dress which was like&lt;br /&gt;one and a half years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you dont know... ayam penyet means crushed chicken in Malay/Indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;I hated town that day as it was packed like sardines. I was rather temperamental and you should have seen how my face was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the restaurant was loaded with different kinds of people. We managed to&lt;br /&gt;find a table for five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294434580421202642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmcMySM0tI/AAAAAAAACfw/H8jBhdiVz3Y/s400/DSC_0619.JPG" /&gt; At first glance, you might actually think that, that is the receipt but heck &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's actually the menu. Innovative much? We just have to tick which food that we want&lt;br /&gt;to order and write down the value. No hassle of calling for the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294434589726391954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmcNU8uvpI/AAAAAAAACgI/aEfTo72g86A/s400/DSC_0629.JPG" /&gt; Act cute, not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294434582135499634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmcM4q663I/AAAAAAAACf4/OVFdQTUsG4Q/s400/DSC_0624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiley.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chio right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Just wait till you look at the one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294435979966537394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmdeP_z3rI/AAAAAAAACgY/h8vQft8qqyw/s400/DSC_0623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294434594639874098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmcNnQMiDI/AAAAAAAACgQ/Qc-DcZlQOd8/s400/DSC_0633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294435985536639714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmdekv04uI/AAAAAAAACgg/wlI7uE-upyo/s400/DSC_0637.JPG" /&gt; Looks can be deceiving. This main dish is freaking spicy that it feels like as though the&lt;br /&gt;bees had actually stung my tongue. That's how spicy the dish is.&lt;br /&gt;The sambal is super power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294435994330592194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmdfFgd88I/AAAAAAAACg4/7vFbkjZdEk0/s400/DSC_0636.JPG" /&gt; Cendol - my mum's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294435988943216866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmdexcBIOI/AAAAAAAACgo/mwtUzviiZic/s400/DSC_0638.JPG" /&gt; Ice kacang with mixed fruits - my dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294435992857562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmdfABRT2I/AAAAAAAACgw/DRsBo02A5lE/s400/DSC_0635.JPG" /&gt; Some side dish which I have no idea what it is called.&lt;br /&gt;[EDITED/] Someone spotted my mistake and said that this is called "Mee Bakso".&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayam penyet is the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to drag someone to dine in there with me. It's affordable and so...&lt;br /&gt;come to Ayam Penyet Ria! Hahahaha. WTF I'm actually advertising. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, au revoir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4895407970805852872?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4895407970805852872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4895407970805852872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4895407970805852872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4895407970805852872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-bad-thing.html' title='Do The Bad Thing'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXmcMySM0tI/AAAAAAAACfw/H8jBhdiVz3Y/s72-c/DSC_0619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-417531400214198111</id><published>2009-01-22T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:30:19.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dance Till There's No Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Lately, I feel that I'm at my lowest point of life. I might be smiling but sometimes I'm afraid to tell that it is all a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once tell myself that, if only I am like the fluffy clouds in the skies, being up high all the time. But then again, it hit my consciences. There is never a thing as being "up high" all the time. Even the clouds will one day turn to droplets of water and be a its "lowest point". Anything that is up high, will one day be&lt;br /&gt;at its low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work on a blog layout, &lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:D I'm freaking tired of this old junk.&lt;br /&gt;[/updated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers have stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Though thou might not care.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it still inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;Let the stories be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh! I suck at poetry. Pathetically an amateur poet.&lt;br /&gt;AND SO, I shall spam this entry with photos of flowers that I've taken&lt;br /&gt;before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294124154145719938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXiB3mSrxoI/AAAAAAAACfo/uy2BmaO-9r0/s400/Don%27t+Forget+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294124147363507474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXiB3NBrbRI/AAAAAAAACfg/VVkNtp69l3o/s400/Dying+Love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294124143665358514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXiB2_P-JrI/AAAAAAAACfY/xGDQInHzNoQ/s400/My+Sunshine+copy1.jpg" /&gt; I need a pretty looking organizer as to plan my time well.&lt;br /&gt;The viscious cycle of wasting time is ongoing. :(&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-417531400214198111?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/417531400214198111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=417531400214198111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/417531400214198111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/417531400214198111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/dance-till-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Dance Till There&apos;s No Tomorrow'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXiB3mSrxoI/AAAAAAAACfo/uy2BmaO-9r0/s72-c/Don%27t+Forget+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3896589292057705768</id><published>2009-01-19T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:40:41.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Light Up My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/Pattern5copy1.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/Pattern6copy1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/Pattern7copy1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed some light on my life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3896589292057705768?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3896589292057705768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3896589292057705768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3896589292057705768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3896589292057705768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/light-up-my-life.html' title='Light Up My Life'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4837493590022088458</id><published>2009-01-17T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:57:25.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yellow Bricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292085198626720690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXFDcxE_i7I/AAAAAAAACd8/GWNFxpf_gMI/s400/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292085202260372578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXFDc-nUrGI/AAAAAAAACd0/7grS1hr2h8M/s400/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292085198310020770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXFDcv5fFqI/AAAAAAAACds/VK4PH0ijjss/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy you. You have such a nice home and all the lovely furnitures. Even your kitchen is&lt;br /&gt;all stock up with healthy food that can give you all the nutrients and all the sweet things&lt;br /&gt;that can rot the hell out of you. How can? You even have a grand piano when&lt;br /&gt;you don't even have piano classes. You don't even have fingers for god sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noob.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay please bear my randomness but as you take a glance at this kind of things, I'm afraid that there is more than what you see on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to earn things or coins or a better standard of living in games but in reality, there is never an easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;You have to &lt;strong&gt;work hard&lt;/strong&gt; to make your way through.&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as visiting your friends/keeping a very good hygiene and all the golden coins will just appear from somewhere which makes you rich by a day.&lt;br /&gt;I mean &lt;strong&gt;come on&lt;/strong&gt;! That ever happens, it spells madness!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In years to come, we will be so preoccupied with things. Other things.&lt;br /&gt;"Other" means changes in life. Not that I don't welcome changes. Its just that I take a rather long time to adapt to changes around. I fear the years ahead. &lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4837493590022088458?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4837493590022088458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4837493590022088458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4837493590022088458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4837493590022088458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/yellow-bricks.html' title='Yellow Bricks'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXFDcxE_i7I/AAAAAAAACd8/GWNFxpf_gMI/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7527006960444586453</id><published>2009-01-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:35:04.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I hate this part right here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm super jubilant as we have finally ended two assignments. There&lt;br /&gt;are many more on the way and ongoing but yea, I'm feeling totally happy that&lt;br /&gt;we can at least let go of some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowbar.Crowbar.Crowbar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is kind of weird but I sort of miss whining over what pictures to take&lt;br /&gt;for Photography assignment and how irritating it is to keep changing the&lt;br /&gt;shutter speed/aperture stuff. I've been carrying my Nick the Nikon around for awhile now and not bringing my new found love around is pretty awkward!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/Lonelycopy1.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXCMNu3ZwuI/AAAAAAAACdk/OVob_A_3lG4/s400/DSC_2370+copy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291883717838897602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXCMNCp2AcI/AAAAAAAACdc/ChpGI2fTbaU/s400/DSC_2214+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXCMM9R94YI/AAAAAAAACdU/rVH4HkBV3Vw/s400/DSC_1993+copy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a super bad hair day right now. I'm totally blaming it on the wind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed because of it. ):&lt;br /&gt;I shall upload the other pictures once the Internet connection gets better.&lt;br /&gt;Internet at the library is acting up like a frigging bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;[/updated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAZAK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think pink is a bimbo colour but I like using pink for my digital artworks.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hated prom for I hate acting all "beautiful" but I loved it as my happymakers&lt;br /&gt;were there.&lt;br /&gt;3. I once bruised a person during a friendly soccer match till the person didn't come&lt;br /&gt;to school for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't differentiate the usage of "lend" and "borrow".&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheesy things are the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;6. I like to hear people talk about random things. Things like digging nose and mucus colour hahahaha Eugene ah!&lt;br /&gt;7. I think I look very arrogant most of the time. I don't always smile but I laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love geography and history! Biology too!&lt;br /&gt;9. When I was young, I had plans of wanting to be an air stewardess. But now...&lt;br /&gt;I should just dream on.&lt;br /&gt;10. I keep quiet when I'm over the top angry. See! I tolerate things pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;11. At times, I don't mind going to the library or to a CD shop alone and just browse&lt;br /&gt;through any random titles in store. It makes me feel like a sane that way.&lt;br /&gt;12. I can run fast. &lt;strong&gt;Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;13. My DSLR is called Nick and I love him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;14. I think that Jonas Brothers are gay brothers. Joe Jonas is no longer my&lt;br /&gt;drooling subject.&lt;br /&gt;15. I hope I can really be &lt;em&gt;zai&lt;/em&gt;(pro) one day.&lt;br /&gt;16. I hope that there is more of these kind of totally random quizzes for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;It took me about half an hour to just fill in the spaces inside.&lt;br /&gt;Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging Edward Cullen, the aunty you see on the street, the cikopek uncle who&lt;br /&gt;looks at pretty girls and screams "sui ah!", people who likes to stalk me,&lt;br /&gt;readers of this blog, my happymakers, the uncle who sells fish otah under my block....&lt;br /&gt;(I have only seven people/groups so far lah! Walaowei need sixteen.)&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm somemore...&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! Jeanette Aw if she happens to know that I like her role as Yueniang and comes here to read about my lovely long winded post, my lover-Alex Turner, Rachael Ray, that Indian seller who sells nice paper thosai, Nuffnangers, those people who knows I read their blogs and oh yea, Amanda Bynes!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I give up. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;You are free to do this! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7527006960444586453?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7527006960444586453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7527006960444586453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7527006960444586453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7527006960444586453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html' title='I hate this part right here'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SXCMNu3ZwuI/AAAAAAAACdk/OVob_A_3lG4/s72-c/DSC_2370+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3680579832926671904</id><published>2009-01-14T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:01:11.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Muchies</title><content type='html'>Designing is really tough work. Who the socks said that it is an&lt;br /&gt;easy piece of  thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as busy as a bumblebee these days. I bet that this will go on and on but&lt;br /&gt;yea, I'm quite used to this hectic schedule already. Waking up early, going to school, come back home, do my school work, sleeping near 3-4am. and then getting ready for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;It might sound ridiculous but that is how my life is for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A no lifer you might say. Seriously, I do miss having free time of my own and just doing&lt;br /&gt;the random doodlings that I used to enjoy doing, going out for shopping trips and&lt;br /&gt;having the time for both my family and friends. Things has changed. I no longer&lt;br /&gt;have time for all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned by most of my friends, we have plenty of assignments to get our hands on&lt;br /&gt;before the mark of our final semester. If I'm not wrong, we have about &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Seven&lt;/strong&gt; siol.&lt;br /&gt;Woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post some pictures here after the end of my photography assignment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling with it right now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3680579832926671904?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3680579832926671904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3680579832926671904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3680579832926671904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3680579832926671904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/muchies.html' title='Muchies'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5198166452658908855</id><published>2009-01-12T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:08:44.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Maybe Not, Maybe Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Insulted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if that is constructive criticism or just plain insult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5198166452658908855?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5198166452658908855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5198166452658908855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5198166452658908855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5198166452658908855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-not-maybe-yes.html' title='Maybe Not, Maybe Yes'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-2778112275420476046</id><published>2009-01-11T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:49:02.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You Taught Me</title><content type='html'>Hello earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;Harmful bacteria chooses to stay in my body at this particular moment and it&lt;br /&gt;is indeed obstructing me from doing anything productive. Totally absurd.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go out and do some photoshooting today but instead, I'm in my bed&lt;br /&gt;since morning, motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach nearly killed me with its dagger attacks and my headache is way too&lt;br /&gt;splitting that I can't do a single shit of work. Why this moment?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm infuriated at my ownself for not taking good care of my own health and for forcing my&lt;br /&gt;body to do work when it has been pleading at me to stop and have ample amount of rest.&lt;br /&gt;I was complacent and I took things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this strong feeling that I might skip school again tomorrow. When will this habit stop man? Never did I was present for the whole week before. This is bad. Really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-2778112275420476046?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2778112275420476046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=2778112275420476046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2778112275420476046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2778112275420476046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-earthlings.html' title='You Taught Me'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-9095407547377818519</id><published>2009-01-10T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:48:28.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Let It Rock</title><content type='html'>Amanina wants a new blogskin but she feels very lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;She wants something simple and unique. Moreover, she's all drained out to do any illustrations&lt;br /&gt;but she wants pretty pictures to be displayed up here. But yet again, she wants something simple as it's the new black. She doesn't know what exactly is she looking for and neither&lt;br /&gt;do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends have to well-spent or I'm so wtfbarbeque dead meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-9095407547377818519?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9095407547377818519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=9095407547377818519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9095407547377818519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9095407547377818519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-rock.html' title='Let It Rock'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-8865957796081753289</id><published>2009-01-09T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:08:46.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep It Simple'/><title type='text'>Outta My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SWbBbLZVXtI/AAAAAAAACc4/jZOPcjjRBsc/s1600-h/PosterFinal+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289127485052903122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SWbBbLZVXtI/AAAAAAAACc4/jZOPcjjRBsc/s400/PosterFinal+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept well in days because of the Typography assignment. Since yesterday was the deadline, I feel that I deserve an ample amount of sleep over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;The night before deadline, I only had two hours of sleep and I looked like a frigging&lt;br /&gt;zombie when I arrived in school the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is done, we have to work on our Photography assignment which requires&lt;br /&gt;500 good shots of 50 themes respectively. Well.. there goes my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on several series of emotions for photography.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289295057191330370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SWdZ1KQeYkI/AAAAAAAACdA/4AgJ-QNj1vU/s400/DSC_0085+EDITED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid that I can't complete the shots on time. It seems pretty much impossible&lt;br /&gt;due to time constraint and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-8865957796081753289?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8865957796081753289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=8865957796081753289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8865957796081753289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/8865957796081753289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/outta-my-head.html' title='Outta My Head'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SWbBbLZVXtI/AAAAAAAACc4/jZOPcjjRBsc/s72-c/PosterFinal+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5332358877888108605</id><published>2009-01-08T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:56:47.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fleur De Lis</title><content type='html'>Yes, today I had a thought. Am I really doing something that I truly adore or is this just&lt;br /&gt;something that I am beginning to despise? Indeed, the whole process is rough but I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;that the outcome would be fruitful. Prep work is really exhausting but it has got to be&lt;br /&gt;the thing that I should be able to adapt to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lecturer once said that a person who succeed is a person who falls a lot of time during the&lt;br /&gt;process of learning and in reaching in his or her goals. There is never a successful person who has never failed along his/her way up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5332358877888108605?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5332358877888108605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5332358877888108605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5332358877888108605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5332358877888108605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/fleur-de-lis.html' title='Fleur De Lis'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-4696050394012843155</id><published>2009-01-05T18:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:53:38.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This post is totally not for those optimistic people or guai kias who can't stand emotional posts or vulgarities inclined post. Hate it, get a life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read this post and spoil your good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that new year would be a greater start. It seems like as though I&lt;br /&gt;was wrong. Really wrong. The start of the school week was super frustrating and&lt;br /&gt;indeed,I felt quite disappointed with a/some human being(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my beloved spectacles broke into two pieces. How extraodinary.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even put force when I was taking it out and it just broke right infront of my face.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. I was angry. I could only gasp at the state of it and could only hide it&lt;br /&gt;in my drawer. If ever my parents know about this, I'm totally in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;(*Shall tell them sooner or later.) Gosh, I have to rely fully on my contact lens then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I was freaking frustrated by this group of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who seems to have provoke me&lt;br /&gt;in a silent manner when I was on the way home in the train. How rude. I glared at them after I sort of heard them bitching about me(that's what I assumed). I'm so exasperated. One of them can even glare at me and said in Malay to his friends,"is she malay or chinese".&lt;br /&gt;Wanna talk, talk in front lah suckers. They sort of feared I'm a "malay" and that I would understand every single word that they said. Fcuking typical mats.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up swearing and cursing in my heart throughout the train ride. I must say that I seriously need to work on the new year resolution, doubly hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. I don't want to curse and swear. It's so unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm so disappointed in you. I thought that I could rely on you but yea,&lt;br /&gt;you don't really bother. Sorry if I'm acting up on a minor matter, but please, it keeps going on and it is seriously heartbreaking. Can't you take the initiative to give me a call or atleast&lt;br /&gt;send me a short sms or even a simple message in MSN when you couldn't reply me at&lt;br /&gt;that point of time? I know you are busy and exhausted from all those commitment but still? Well, I have absolutely nothing much to say to you anymore. Good day my friend. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I was in the library and was doing my Typography. I made use of the plug and was preoccupied with Illustration. It happened that this group of malay girls were also using their laptops. Instead of doing work, they were laughing like a freaking hyena and were wasting their time away. After a while, they needed to use the plug as I overheard that they needed to use.&lt;br /&gt;They thought that I was a chinese and began talking in Malay,"Hey,what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;She has been using from just now. I see that she has been doing the same thing and&lt;br /&gt;stuck at the same thing from just now", in a rather bitchy voice. Her friends agreed too.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling irritated with their comments, I just said loudly in the library, "&lt;strong&gt;irritating sial&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Thank god those bitches would just shut their gaps up. I'm so mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for this harsh tone post but yea, I feel that today really stinks big time.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-4696050394012843155?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4696050394012843155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=4696050394012843155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4696050394012843155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/4696050394012843155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/flame.html' title='Flame'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1897760424808944770</id><published>2009-01-03T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:34:18.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Without thee</title><content type='html'>Hello earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been like this in quite awhile. I'm pretty much astounded myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading Twilight within 5/6 hours when I should be working on Typography.&lt;br /&gt;A new record that I had beaten since I haven't been reading for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Harry Potter's books took me a longer time to read.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I was totally hooked to the fact that Edward is totally charming and&lt;br /&gt;all the frenzy that the Cullens has to go through in protecting Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss reading thick books a whole lot. Reading sort of makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;about the world and it helps me in getting more insights of the things around me.&lt;br /&gt;That explains the fact that I love bloghopping a lot. I admire the different kinds of things that people go through in their lifes. As simple as it is, or as mundane as it is.&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone has a different story to tell" - like most people would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would certainly want to avoid the topic on school. &lt;strong&gt;Something&lt;/strong&gt; bothers me a lot. It does bothers the whole of me and sort of makes me feel rather exasperated when I give a thought&lt;br /&gt;about it. Boohoo! Whatever is it, I would want to say -"&lt;strong&gt;don't mindlessly assume&lt;/strong&gt;". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1897760424808944770?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1897760424808944770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1897760424808944770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1897760424808944770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1897760424808944770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2009/01/without-thee.html' title='Without thee'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-9125673744944053273</id><published>2008-12-31T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:45:44.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Shine</title><content type='html'>Hellooo! I am finally updating about the trip. Here are pictures that was taken at Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SVuWkAgsgVI/AAAAAAAACcY/xdBMU6ojQ9k/s400/DSC_0956+copy.jpg" /&gt;During the trip, I drank Starbucks for the &lt;strong&gt;very first time&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I sounded so noob.&lt;br /&gt;Amilia and me ordered the chocolate cream chip frappucino.&lt;br /&gt;The guy at the counter was really good in psychoing people to buy the best&lt;br /&gt;thing that is provided in their menu.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder his employer hired him. Hahaha that guy was really funny though.&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I still prefer Mccafe yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SVuWjdgjCfI/AAAAAAAACcQ/C9uCtGpwRjc/s400/DSC_0960edited.jpg" /&gt; Meet &lt;strong&gt;Elia&lt;/strong&gt;! A super nice girl whom we became close over the days in Malacca. She tolerated&lt;br /&gt;the bunch of crappy jokes that my sister and me told her. We had a real blast and&lt;br /&gt;that's all I can say. Meet up soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SVuWi7XlfwI/AAAAAAAACcI/37gGDEjaQN0/s400/DSC_0831edited.jpg" /&gt; I miss this girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin who lives in Malacca. She is so adorable and her actions are&lt;br /&gt;sure unforgettable. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SVuWi6PwLgI/AAAAAAAACcA/SrgrW74hBfc/s400/DSC_1285+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything there and I don't feel like coming back to Singapore you know?&lt;br /&gt;People there are so grateful with whatever they have as compared to people here.&lt;br /&gt;Here, everyone wants to be the best, get the best things in store and there are competitiveness which causes all the stress. Not that I'm saying that stress and competitiveness is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter is so peaceful and the trip actually inculcated some values into me. In terms of being more appreciative of everything that I have. I nearly died without wireless connection when I was there. The sceneries there were really breath-taking and seriously, I'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SVubCffOdqI/AAAAAAAACco/hER3YDfOGwA/s400/DSC_0908edited.jpg" /&gt;I'm pretty much feeling exhausted to spill all the facts about how fun the trip was and I&lt;br /&gt;think I will just wrap it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-worked at ATZ with secondary school mates, learned that sales can be very tedious and being an adult or in the working world, you will have to bear &lt;strong&gt;EVERY&lt;/strong&gt; move that you take and you have to be responsible for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pretty much contented with my O levels results and here I am. ;)&lt;br /&gt;It was a choice that I made that brings me to what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- valentine's day was spent with good company. Well frankly, I don't believe that you have to only show your love and care on only Feb 14. I remembered buying gifts for my love ones on&lt;br /&gt;that day and receiving them too. &lt;p&gt;- a loved one passed on. It was devastating and yea, &lt;strong&gt;we miss you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- new school, new friends that I met along the way, new interests, new love life, new everything.&lt;br /&gt;My life did face a full spin in year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008, may 2009 be a good year. :D&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaking lame ass shit homework&lt;/strong&gt;. Take out each front letter and form a word.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-9125673744944053273?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9125673744944053273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=9125673744944053273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9125673744944053273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9125673744944053273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/shine.html' title='Shine'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SVuWkAgsgVI/AAAAAAAACcY/xdBMU6ojQ9k/s72-c/DSC_0956+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7134797632285566712</id><published>2008-12-30T16:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:14:12.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pushing Away</title><content type='html'>Hey sup.&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;strong&gt;2-0-0-8&lt;/strong&gt; is ending pretty soon, I've decided to come up with new year&lt;br /&gt;resolutions for year 2009. Time moves super speedy like the lightning man!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I would want to learn to control my swearing/cursing-in-the-heart problem.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that all bad yet but I should learn to control it before it deteriorates or&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to spend my money properly. Do the math people! I'm a girl and all I do is shop and eat. Ah well, even if my mum does cook at home, I couldn't resist the temptation to indulge on fast food when I'm outside. So yea, I should/must/have to save my money from now on. (This was my last year's resolution and it didn't exactly turn out right so it's added into my 2009 resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Start involving myself with things around Poly such as going for events,etc.&lt;br /&gt;Like that is ever going to happen but I will atleast give it a try. It's time for me to be more&lt;br /&gt;sociable with people. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Grow taller! I want to be tall as 165cm? I will stop growing next year due to stupid puberty restrictions and so... I would want to be tall by then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The final resolution is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop being a game addict&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm freaking god damn serious. I love playing cheesy games.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, in 2005, I was so into Habbohotel which involves buying furnitures with real money and yea, I will save up or use my allowance to buy the coins to buy good furnitures.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell right? I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second case, I was so hooked to Maplestory in year 2004-2006 and that I will also freaking save up to get the cashcards to buy exclusive items for my Maple character.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I was so stupid. I could have use all the money to get better things or revamped myself. But did I even care back then? NOooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And presently, I'm hooked to Pets Society. God knows what I will do to my virtual pet.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir! Happy new year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7134797632285566712?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7134797632285566712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7134797632285566712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7134797632285566712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7134797632285566712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/pushing-away.html' title='Pushing Away'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3090540166670319444</id><published>2008-12-29T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:49:09.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Glory Of Love</title><content type='html'>Hey sup.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Singapore after a rather awesome trip to Malacca even though it was&lt;br /&gt;rather impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School officially resumes today but being a lazy arse in nature, I've decided to not come&lt;br /&gt;for the first day of school. The vibe to even step inside school isn't even there you see.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was actually really exhausted from the trip as I reached home around near 12am&lt;br /&gt;on Monday morning and I guessed that I couldn't make it on time for school.&lt;br /&gt;So yea... that should roughly explains my absenteeism. I'm still feeling freaking tired and I don't&lt;br /&gt;feel like going tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should update about the trip &lt;strong&gt;one fine day&lt;/strong&gt; when I'm free from that helluva amount of&lt;br /&gt;school work that is heavily weighing on my back right now. While at Malacca, I didn't really have the time to complete them. That explains the fact that I am rushing them all now. What the socks. Two deadlines to meet this week! I am very sure I'm getting from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest Flash. I know I have been saying this but I have totally no idea up till now what&lt;br /&gt;I have to freaking do for Flash. Blahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I should be doing my work now.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, have fun to people going for countdowns and such.&lt;br /&gt;Ah man, I don't get why people go for countdown parties up till now. You can always chant the numbers from &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; on your own right? What's the need of having a party to welcome another year? I know my thoughts are ever so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day and au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3090540166670319444?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3090540166670319444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3090540166670319444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3090540166670319444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3090540166670319444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/glory-of-love.html' title='Glory Of Love'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-2615311107431736634</id><published>2008-12-24T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:54:48.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep It Simple'/><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Helloooo.&lt;br /&gt;I will be away to Malacca and will be visiting some other places till Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss you and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I have to rush the packing now, I'm leaving in an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite of a last minute decision but I am going there for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;To get things done and to unwind myself, and let myself be exposed to the more conservative, rural life. :)&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, I will be missing out several episodes of the Little Nyonya. :(&lt;br /&gt;Till then, au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-2615311107431736634?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2615311107431736634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=2615311107431736634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2615311107431736634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/2615311107431736634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6053014692343172990</id><published>2008-12-22T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:27:05.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Boy Oh Boy</title><content type='html'>Come and go friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have been through a whole lot of those things in my life of which is pretty&lt;br /&gt;much heart-wrenching. I'm still learning who my real friends are from the virtual ones.&lt;br /&gt;It's very difficult to put trust into this kind of thing. As the saying goes, "people come,&lt;br /&gt;people go". Those people who are still with you over the years be it as a pillar of strength, as the person for you to confide in, as &lt;strong&gt;your best companion&lt;/strong&gt;. They are &lt;strong&gt;STILL &lt;/strong&gt;here with&lt;br /&gt;you for a reason. Those whom you have parted with along the way, they are gone for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. isolation seems to be the best medicine. If you are a smarty arse, you can guess from my tone here that I'm actually feeling very melancholic. Not emotional or whatever labels you can think of, but just plain melancholic. It might be due to the fcking lack of sleep or the fact that my creative juices are already so drained out to even do a single piece of school work.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very helpless now. Goshhhhh. Super disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a happier note, I ate Oreos today! That actually cheered me up and has sent adrenaline rush which runs like leaking water pipe all over my body. Super syiok feeling.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6053014692343172990?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6053014692343172990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6053014692343172990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6053014692343172990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6053014692343172990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/come-and-go-friends.html' title='Boy Oh Boy'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1512183085417617105</id><published>2008-12-22T08:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:33:44.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I haven't been posting &lt;strong&gt;any pictures&lt;/strong&gt; of my face. So here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282410187587525026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SU7kFAUPGaI/AAAAAAAACbY/YeL3cazpB2M/s400/DSC_0786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kinda like this random shot even though I look very tipsy in that picture and&lt;br /&gt;my hair looks very disastrous. Come to think of it, I have bad hair days these days.&lt;br /&gt;It's more to seeing my hair than my face right? I like! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with a week before school resumes. But heck, I don't look forward to it &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene is away in US, Jeslin is away in Japan. Oh mannnnn! Here I am in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;with hardly anything to take for Photography. The furthest I can travel&lt;br /&gt;is to Johor Bahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually planned to go back to Malacca where my grandparents actually own a kampung house during the holidays as to take good shots and to give myself a break. &lt;strong&gt;BUT NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I didn't get a chance to do so. Moreover, I wanted to see the Peranakan houses&lt;br /&gt;and museums there after having sudden interest due to excessive watching of&lt;br /&gt;Little Nyonya on television. Peranakan heritage is like totally cool. One real beaded shoe handcrafted by them can reach over $700 above due to the detailing and the effort used for&lt;br /&gt;it. Coolio shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I love my models. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I haven't started and conceptualize on my Flash which is due on&lt;br /&gt;2nd January. Hahahaha and the desktop wallpaper didn't work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do list:&lt;br /&gt;Try my best to complete the Flash work by this weekend(which is so unlikely).&lt;br /&gt;I dislike Flash! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1512183085417617105?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1512183085417617105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1512183085417617105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1512183085417617105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1512183085417617105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SU7kFAUPGaI/AAAAAAAACbY/YeL3cazpB2M/s72-c/DSC_0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5869643562242944488</id><published>2008-12-18T18:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:11:58.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm a sloth</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I dislike it when I'm in a freaking daze mode, having to force my own body,mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;to do something which I &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; I have absolutely no interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, why must my family's genes contain the "&lt;strong&gt;love to yell a whole&lt;br /&gt;freaking lot&lt;/strong&gt;" cell in it? I swear I dislike it when people scream. It's like the most terrible human behaviour created. I truly dislike unnecessary loudness. With the exception of my forte for loud, rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm very worried. My heart is thumping very hard and it seems to be&lt;br /&gt;affecting my whole nervous system. Time to get serious girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I need proper time&lt;br /&gt;management and yes you dweebs, please stop assuming that I can multi-task and am near&lt;br /&gt;to finishing up the workload that was given. I'm so overwhelmed with guilt right now for&lt;br /&gt;being a sinner in being a total procrastinator. Goodbye beauty sleep from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ya, pets society is evil! Yes you! &lt;strong&gt;E-V-I-L&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Pets society and something called the Internet spoils my brain and&lt;br /&gt;makes me do zilch. Half of my holidays are wasted because of it.&lt;br /&gt;:( Depressing shit I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;intend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to do my assignments now. :D&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5869643562242944488?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5869643562242944488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5869643562242944488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5869643562242944488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5869643562242944488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-ever.html' title='I&apos;m a sloth'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-101761410636823083</id><published>2008-12-17T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:44:50.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Old yellow bricks</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo aliens.&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out like almost everyday. My life is super hectic once again but&lt;br /&gt;seriously, people like me should get a life sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;My world just revolves around designing and photography of which can get pretty&lt;br /&gt;mundane.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise pictures as my space here is getting too overloaded with words and I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lots of it&lt;/strong&gt;. This week, I did some model shoots with my friends and&lt;br /&gt;yea, it is indeed very stressful to take the role of either a model or a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;. I've &lt;em&gt;tried &lt;/em&gt;modelling which is so not my expertise and with that, I think I will&lt;br /&gt;just stick to photography. It is more fun to direct than getting directed to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography on the other hand has its pros and cons. Over the weeks, I've been&lt;br /&gt;yelled at by shopkeepers, been stared at for holding on to a noob basic lens DSLR or either&lt;br /&gt;secretly stalking on people as to "capture the moment". Well, the experience was definitely&lt;br /&gt;something special. The pros would be, I learned more about other people's cultures/heritage&lt;br /&gt;and also meet new people. People around Arab Street are really nice by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolest desktop ever and it is mine. &lt;br /&gt;Very chic looking and also good in brainwashing my contaminated brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="My desktop" src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/4905/wallpaperne8.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-101761410636823083?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/101761410636823083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=101761410636823083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/101761410636823083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/101761410636823083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-yellow-bricks.html' title='Old yellow bricks'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3774441283186147504</id><published>2008-12-14T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:18:41.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fluorescent Adolescent</title><content type='html'>I want to eat gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;Gummy bears are so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Especially those &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ones.&lt;br /&gt;It will be much better if they have those that comes in&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate holidayzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing productive and I'm stuck with Pets Society.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays suckdurians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take up soccer again.&lt;br /&gt;It has been way too long since I kick butts and legs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss bruising other people's legs with my super kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I knew some Actionscript god or Photography genius&lt;br /&gt;so that I can be less preoccupied with assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the word 'hate'.&lt;br /&gt;It's just too strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear goofy party hats like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm deprived of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that I can bake better cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;My last attempt failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't rain later or my photoshoot will have to defer and&lt;br /&gt;I can come up with backups if let's say, my ideas are total screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lapar giler sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah bye, au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3774441283186147504?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3774441283186147504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3774441283186147504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3774441283186147504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3774441283186147504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/fluorescent-adolescent.html' title='Fluorescent Adolescent'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6637805771314392193</id><published>2008-12-13T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:56:25.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fake tales of Sans Francisco</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;This topic occurred to me when I had a chat with a bunch of friends yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;People don't usually admit that they have some split persona in them, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends might not know this but back in the secondary school days,&lt;br /&gt;I was the introverted one, the kid who doesn't speak up much and ya, someone&lt;br /&gt;that you can actually step on the head. &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;. I was geeky and I was very afraid of&lt;br /&gt;loud, outspoken people. Franky speaking, I was especially intimidated by loud girls.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even telling the whole world this man?! But ya, I feel heaps better now&lt;br /&gt;sharing this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I should post my old pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Nahhhhhh, that will be too humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was until I met a group of friends who I became more open and slowly learn to&lt;br /&gt;speak up more. I felt very invisible then with those stupid glasses of which up till now,&lt;br /&gt;when I wear them, it will totally flip my personality a 180 degrees. I'm freaking serious.&lt;br /&gt;That pair of glasses can actually descend my whole self-confidence and I will talk damn&lt;br /&gt;little when I wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I changed a whole lot. Maybe I don't change at all. I don't get myself sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;The outside party might know me better than I know "me" now.&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old self felt better in some other ways. Back then, I was mentally strong rather than&lt;br /&gt;now. I'm weaker in the sense that I give things up that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILLPOWER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am blogging when I am suppose to work on my typography.&lt;br /&gt;How weak can I get ?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My head chants; Pets society! Pets society! Pets society!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6637805771314392193?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6637805771314392193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6637805771314392193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6637805771314392193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6637805771314392193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/fake-tales-of-sans-francisco.html' title='Fake tales of Sans Francisco'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-3457179663289393120</id><published>2008-12-11T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:29:33.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>In the end it was you</title><content type='html'>Heylo!&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to know how I actually get the chance to use the Internet now.&lt;br /&gt;Things at home has been pretty wtfbbq screwed and I shan't do any more elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;Let the chips fall where they may. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... without Internet access at home gives me the benefit of not procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;and do something that is much more productive. No more Nickelodeon/Disney Channel/MTV sessions which is a pretty hard routine to abide to now. Ah well, I'm still trying to break that freaked procrastinating habit by brainwashing my brain with the quote;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;suffer now, enjoyments later&lt;/strong&gt;". Life is fair after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn&lt;/strong&gt;! This will actually be among the most meaningless blog posts that I have.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it is in any chronological order or beats any purpose.&lt;br /&gt;My life is super mundane now but thank god, I'm still surviving on some random books and&lt;br /&gt;Pets Society(ps:only get the chance to play it if I'm doing what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;right now, if you think you know, I know so shut up). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like helluva amount of photoshoots to go to but being Nur Amanina Binte Zaini,&lt;br /&gt;she prefers staying indoors during this so called "wonderful holiday" and just&lt;br /&gt;being plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-3457179663289393120?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3457179663289393120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=3457179663289393120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3457179663289393120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/3457179663289393120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-end-it-was-you.html' title='In the end it was you'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-6143243846255448651</id><published>2008-12-07T14:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:30:36.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Superhuman</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276927813441634386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/STtp41GRQFI/AAAAAAAACbI/ZK_PruASauU/s400/DSC_1596-edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay Facebook, bye Friendster!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've deleted my Friendster account for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Friendster is so freaking redundant now and I'm in love with Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Friendster has all the young kiddos who don't understand that Friendster is meant for&lt;br /&gt;16 years old and above and it seriously bugs me when a certain group of them&lt;br /&gt;puts all the weird/totally macro-ed photos of themselves of which they&lt;br /&gt;named it photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I know that I was among the young kiddos who created Friendster when&lt;br /&gt;I was only 13 years old and USED to have zoom-in photos of myself cause it&lt;br /&gt;was the trend back then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Friendster isn't like what it used to be before. No longer getting close with your real friends and doing all the testimonial shit. Now, it's more to talking to virtual friends&lt;br /&gt;whom you called "friends" and adding people with cool photos.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, what's with some people with like &lt;strong&gt;1000 friends&lt;/strong&gt; in their friend list?&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that all of the people there are your real friends. If so, please name me all&lt;br /&gt;of them ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Friendster turning into some popularity thing rather than a site to keep in contact with your old friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is so much cooler can? There are awesome applications to play(another reason for procrastination) and a way to keep in contact with your REAL friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you can't have display names like this; "SItINurHaLizA" or "XiaOMeimEiCute" of&lt;br /&gt;which makes it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Join Facebook and play &lt;strong&gt;Pet Society &lt;/strong&gt;so that I can be loaded&lt;br /&gt;with more &lt;strong&gt;pawcoins&lt;/strong&gt; as to feed, buy better furnitures and clothe my virtual pet, &lt;strong&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 random things about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I tell lame jokes and I feel very agitated when people do not laugh when&lt;br /&gt;I tell them.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm afraid of loud Malay girls.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't get dirty jokes and with that, I will pretend a laugh when someone&lt;br /&gt;cracks that kind of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have issues with stereotyping.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm better in my Malay language than my English but I prefer&lt;br /&gt;conversing and typing out my thoughts in English.&lt;br /&gt;6. In my dictionary, durians are like bitter medicine which should be banned.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see.. I dislike it to that extent.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't wear skirts.&lt;br /&gt;8. Some people finds it very hard to believe when I told them that&lt;br /&gt;I scored ten points for my O levels.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have three younger sisters.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have no red t-shirt in my wardrobe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-6143243846255448651?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6143243846255448651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=6143243846255448651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6143243846255448651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/6143243846255448651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/superhuman.html' title='Superhuman'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/STtp41GRQFI/AAAAAAAACbI/ZK_PruASauU/s72-c/DSC_1596-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-7539411197154524096</id><published>2008-12-03T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:54:43.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New soul</title><content type='html'>Hey sup.&lt;br /&gt;I think that today is a &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;joke.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the idea which I initially came up with was a freaking piece of bull crap for&lt;br /&gt;Typography assignment was then well-liked and approved by both lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been a diligent student as I've been doing last minute work.&lt;br /&gt;Yea so... shocking much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I got a pretty decent grade for Film Appreciation for my very first test.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I thought that I was pretty screwed when it comes to reviewing Royston Tan's films because his works are most prone to having deep meanings in it and all the sarcasm/mockings are usually targeted to a particular audience of which makes&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing more challenging and harder to ace and review.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, I'm beaming with joy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly and &lt;strong&gt;the most joking&lt;/strong&gt; cum I couldn't believe my ears/eyes/mouth/skin and nose thing that happened was that... my Venice/Singapore painting is now being exhibited in the&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Tale of the two cities&lt;/strong&gt;" exhibition along with the other selected paintings. &lt;br /&gt;I was like... what the hell is my painting doing there as I felt that my painting was quite&lt;br /&gt;amateur looking in contrast to the others. Pleased with the results cause I slept&lt;br /&gt;like totally freaking late every night, just to complete that stupid canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to survive tonight without Disney Channel or Nickelodeon when insomnia is&lt;br /&gt;hitting me right on the spot?! I hope that the problem gets fixed soon or I swear that I will&lt;br /&gt;have to find other resources to keep me entertained  the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-7539411197154524096?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7539411197154524096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=7539411197154524096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7539411197154524096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/7539411197154524096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-soul.html' title='New soul'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-166714330895772413</id><published>2008-12-01T17:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:27:47.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lovey Dovey</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow earthlings/aliens who drops by this site.&lt;br /&gt;My weekend wasn't all that bad I should say. I've been going out&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days which is terribly tiring but quite&lt;br /&gt;pleasing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/STOw6Po8pVI/AAAAAAAACag/44d5iS7a0ow/s400/DSC_1484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I had a very pleasant time with my two little sisters of which is quite&lt;br /&gt;of a rare opportunity. As we grow up, we rarely get to&lt;br /&gt;spend much time together which is pretty sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our initial plan was to go to Peninsula to get my sister's jeans. Instead, we toured&lt;br /&gt;around City Hall and I ended up taking photographs. It was very fun even though the time&lt;br /&gt;we had was quite short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going back there to take more pictures of the pretty Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;I think that colourful things can actually put a big smile on my face. I'm freaking serious.&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling from ear to ear while capturing the moment and all. Yay, it gave me the feeling of super wtfbarbeque very elated can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/STOxwaepZII/AAAAAAAACbA/Iln7aotLr-4/s400/DSC_1562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/STOw6wiQ2wI/AAAAAAAACao/2WZqbgA0PCk/s400/DSC_1532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/STOw5W-fmyI/AAAAAAAACaY/bbyS1uEf9gQ/s400/DSC_1480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/STOw7ZHv2qI/AAAAAAAACa4/D60WHMAGzQs/s400/DSC_1571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;o2&lt;/strong&gt;s went to Sentosa to do CIP for Character Development module today.&lt;br /&gt;I should say that we did a pretty good job in conducting the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;It was an eye opening thing even though there were some bumpy roads here&lt;br /&gt;and there while conducting the whole event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget that Sentosa was freaking hot and we were all drenched in&lt;br /&gt;sweat(okay, perhaps that was too overexaggerated but still!) I'm not a sunny person and that explains the lack of sunny disposition in my personality. When it gets all scotching hot,&lt;br /&gt;all you get is the very stinky feeling, the strong instinct that you have body odour and the strong desire of just jumping into the sea for a cooling splash.&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why those beach babes or hunks like to expose their bodies to the sun so much.&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason they do that is to get a decent tan. But still?! (frigging hot-hot-heat and sweaty feeling remember?) I wonder if they do get the filmsy feeling or the latter.&lt;br /&gt;Or just maybe, they are already used to it or their skins are very power to endure all the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's enough about the sun, sand and beach frenzies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling whiny right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-166714330895772413?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/166714330895772413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=166714330895772413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/166714330895772413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/166714330895772413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovey-dovey.html' title='Lovey Dovey'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/STOw6Po8pVI/AAAAAAAACag/44d5iS7a0ow/s72-c/DSC_1484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-1800393303332461685</id><published>2008-11-28T21:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:44:15.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You know I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look at the calender now!!! &lt;strong&gt;Go look&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes super freaking damn fast and as you can see, almost every corner of&lt;br /&gt;Orchard is already heated up for X-mas and after which, it will actually mark the start of &lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly, yours truly has actually lost track of time and hasn't really grab full hold&lt;br /&gt;of what's going on around her. Reality check please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LABELS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that I should highlight on that. I have been thinking&lt;br /&gt;quite profoundly on that topic. Be it in the showers, to and fro school or in between classes.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what got into me lately but I felt quite 'emo' and I have been having the &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;sian look.&lt;br /&gt;(You just can't run away from &lt;strong&gt;labels&lt;/strong&gt; remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that, in this society, you live in a world full of labels of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; is already some form of a label - okay,&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone knows that! I meant those kind of labels such as; that geeky kid or&lt;br /&gt;that weird person with some form of deformity or that guy who has flings every single day or even a typical Mat/Minah/Ah Lian/Ah Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean and stereotypical you might say, but isn't it like the culture we are living in and&lt;br /&gt;has been brought up with? We have the mindset that if you see people accessorizing in&lt;br /&gt;that particular manner or behaves in that certain way, the person&lt;br /&gt;deserves to be labelled as "&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;It seems like as though we can't hide from this world of people 'labelling' you into a&lt;br /&gt;certain group or genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of being labelled as the emo-kid over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I'm just blabbering shit here.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone also has their emo moments what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I admit that I do label people as it's like some inborn character that has slowly been&lt;br /&gt;inculcated into you as days goes by. Don't tell me you haven't judged someone before.&lt;br /&gt;It would actually sound pretty absurd if you haven't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He said I turned wild, he said, "hey you! you used to be a geek",&lt;br /&gt;I really do wonder.... was I really that meek? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel the happy for you and I'm glad that I haven't bumped into you for&lt;br /&gt;a real long time. Even if we do meet ten years down the road, I will just&lt;br /&gt;play pretend with you and act like as though it has never happened before.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir people who drops by here to read my bullshitting posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-1800393303332461685?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1800393303332461685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=1800393303332461685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1800393303332461685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/1800393303332461685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-i-believe.html' title='You know I believe'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5847946256528343774</id><published>2008-11-23T11:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:22:53.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Carpal Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271690470571464706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjOjWg5WAI/AAAAAAAACY4/tyouvyAoT3o/s400/DSC_1368.jpg" /&gt;Hello seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest goodbye sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who wished me be it via Friendster, in school or outside,&lt;br /&gt;through smsing or face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever means, I do appreciate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271695037814588866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjStM0gxcI/AAAAAAAACZQ/YxW2IGLAt54/s400/DSC_1402.jpg" /&gt; Syazwani in her fairy costume during Haziq's party. I find her&lt;br /&gt;totally adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271695023378513858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjSsXCrv8I/AAAAAAAACZA/8RVkAk5eM9U/s400/DSC_1377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjUw5QkLhI/AAAAAAAACZg/IdzQ_rIsiNs/s400/DSC_1422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday cake. I was being a calefare as I helped him cut the cake instead.&lt;br /&gt;The cake was god-damn freaking nice please. I had a second helping&lt;br /&gt;after indulging on the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjVeOP6g6I/AAAAAAAACZo/NlTNXhV50hc/s400/DSC_1449.jpg" /&gt; And they said that emoing doesn't run in the blood? Oh puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;"Quote, unquote". I believe that this picture proves it all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see another example of which that genetic is a&lt;br /&gt;powerful thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjYsPmOq4I/AAAAAAAACZ4/ZC5YA9K4V_U/s400/DSC_1468.jpg" /&gt; What see-see? Not happy ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjYriJEz0I/AAAAAAAACZw/BQ_GXS48jGc/s400/DSC_1411.jpg" /&gt;Her mum says, "Hey Wani! Lets do crazy faces together".&lt;br /&gt;Wani replies, "Yay okay!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjZyHpUL4I/AAAAAAAACaI/3HOWbqAdiXw/s1600-h/DSC_1455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271702818906189698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjZyHpUL4I/AAAAAAAACaI/3HOWbqAdiXw/s400/DSC_1455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The adorable girls. Err ya, eliminate the one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271695043577154178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjStiSaioI/AAAAAAAACZY/AgUTIP5p08A/s400/DSC_1434.jpg" /&gt; This shot shall wrap up the whole post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this shot!&lt;br /&gt;Till then, au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5847946256528343774?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5847946256528343774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5847946256528343774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5847946256528343774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5847946256528343774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/11/carpal-of-love.html' title='Carpal Of Love'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJZYtyM3dqs/SSjOjWg5WAI/AAAAAAAACY4/tyouvyAoT3o/s72-c/DSC_1368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-9050153823220624104</id><published>2008-11-20T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:00:40.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Face Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270451280278186978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y201/amanina1991/Picture208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: Still depressed as ever(be in my shoes and you will have a greater idea on how&lt;br /&gt;my day was today!) BUT I'm currently high on Iced Milo.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is really kick sock awesome you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time check&lt;/strong&gt;: It is currently 3.30am. Why am I still up awake at this mere&lt;br /&gt;hour you might say? I'm working on the ever torturing &lt;em&gt;arse&lt;/em&gt;ignment.&lt;br /&gt;I am only like one quarter done for the whole painting of 'Tale Of Two Cities' when it&lt;br /&gt;has to be submitted by 1pm, this Friday! I know perfectly well that I have landed myself&lt;br /&gt;into a pile of deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You know what?! After seeing my juniors posting up pictures that they took during their&lt;br /&gt;school prom night sort of brought back awesome memories to me. Come to think of it, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY &lt;/strong&gt;do miss those days. The whole process of looking for an affordable dress,&lt;br /&gt;accessories to match the crazy theme that was set, my messed up hairdo of which caused&lt;br /&gt;major problems and to the fact that my parents were generous enough to&lt;br /&gt;send me to a beauty salon to get my hair and make up done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days and yea, it plastered a huge big grin on my face by just thinking&lt;br /&gt;about it. The ambiance was really great that night. Must I say more? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya okay. I know that I should stop reminiscing about those good old days and resume doing&lt;br /&gt;my school work. I know very well that I've been a really bad girl as I've been&lt;br /&gt;skipping a lot of classes for this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to meanie traditional art which took up most of my time.&lt;br /&gt;Wthbarbeque right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, here is a shoutout for Razak.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Razak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-9050153823220624104?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9050153823220624104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=9050153823220624104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9050153823220624104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9050153823220624104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/11/face-down.html' title='Face Down'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-5319088501133914287</id><published>2008-11-18T00:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:47:17.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Smoke Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so going to be a really depressing blog post by me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame me! Blame the raging hormones or whatever weird stuff that is going on&lt;br /&gt;inside me. How depressing can that get you might say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I feel that I have a split personality or a two sided identity.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a paranoia or an alienated person but it is definitely true.&lt;br /&gt;One moment I can be "oh yay I'm smiling&lt;br /&gt;all over!" but deep inside is actually "wtfbarbeque, I would just want to just slap anyone&lt;br /&gt;who annoys me". See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To people who bothers to read this ever chucking with bits and pieces of bad language&lt;br /&gt;and "ever containing things that has got to do with me" blog,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what you find so&lt;br /&gt;interesting in here. Like seriously! Go to Dawn Yang's blog or Xiaxue's.&lt;br /&gt;They have more to offer you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to topic "me".&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't hide about this thing from everyone for long please.&lt;br /&gt;My major eye bags and the "wanna-slap-my-face" look that I portray in school&lt;br /&gt;or even the public is due to depression/stress due to school work and my&lt;br /&gt;inborn characteristic of which is having an overly&lt;br /&gt;high expectation on myself and the designs that I produce.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sure.. call me a perfectionist or whatever shit, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use to curse and swear but I &lt;strong&gt;do &lt;/strong&gt;now. School assignments has misled me. ):&lt;br /&gt;I actually had thoughts of dropping out from this course&lt;br /&gt;of study now as all these competitiveness and tight deadlines is driving me&lt;br /&gt;into a nutcase. &lt;strong&gt;BUT then...&lt;/strong&gt; I love designing and someday, I would want to&lt;br /&gt;be a good photographer and a web-designer. So how? Damn it can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people gets emotional and starts all the slashing and thoughts of suicidal,&lt;br /&gt;do you want to make a guess what I &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; do when I get all depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chunk my body with all the junk food and every fattening content food that you can&lt;br /&gt;ever find.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cry out till my body gets all dehydrated or till I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sing like a retard to the wall or infront of my close friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do more homework. HAHAHA. Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;5. Start talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;6. Blogging to the world about how depressed I am.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tie myself to a string and start calculating every remaining strands of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;8. Stone like a freaking statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can guess which one, I call you power! :)&lt;br /&gt;Till then, au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;What's with all the anonymous readers ar? Scary siol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-5319088501133914287?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5319088501133914287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=5319088501133914287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5319088501133914287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/5319088501133914287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning-this-is-so-going-to-be-really.html' title='Smoke Machine'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4155985393923713133.post-9141709315892371087</id><published>2008-11-15T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:51:50.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep It Simple'/><title type='text'>C-U-T-E without the "E"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some effective ways to procrastinate/ waste time&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination that stems from a lack of discipline, causes you to lose sight of your goals, and results in decreased productivity. I am sure that almost everyone has mastered&lt;br /&gt;the skills of procrastination and here is a mini list that I had came up with. Results might vary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Play online games at &lt;a href="http://www.mostfun.com/"&gt;http://www.mostfun.com/&lt;/a&gt;. If you have piling amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;school works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tight deadlines like me, this might help. The games there has no limited time and beware! You might just get hooked on the games and you can definitely own the title of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procrastinator guru&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Randomly add any person in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; and make friends&lt;br /&gt;with them. If you wanna goof around, save as their default picture to your computer and do something creative with it. Frame it up and give it to someone for X-mas or put it at on your window panes to scare off people for Halloween. Whatever suits you or your mood better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LRT&lt;/span&gt; from one end to another end. Never know if really long train rides can&lt;br /&gt;excite you or send adrenaline rush all over your body. If it does help, bring along&lt;br /&gt;a group of friends and do crazy stuff in the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;Okay dweebs, I know this is so lame. It works better if you have free concession&lt;br /&gt;rides anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Do skipping with an imaginary rope or play hop-scotch in a room with small floor-tiles.&lt;br /&gt;After all the exercise, you can slowly go through all your dad's or mum's electric/house&lt;br /&gt;bills and calculate the total amount for them. &lt;strong&gt;TOTAL&lt;/strong&gt; owns I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Keep doing them until you feel that you should get started on your work or&lt;br /&gt;after you get screamed at for acting like a retard or for being a nosey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. List ten things you would want to eat or places you want to visit before you die.&lt;br /&gt;It helps if you can print them out and distribute them in public and if there are&lt;br /&gt;leftover of the papers that you have printed, try shaping it up into funny&lt;br /&gt;shapes/origami or try doing word search in it. &lt;strong&gt;Be creative!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Procrastinate by doing what I'm doing right now. Blogging about the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;random-est&lt;/span&gt; topic you can ever find. It doesn't help either if you are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinator much?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, those are the things that I can come up with. I'm just blogging for now as to&lt;br /&gt;avoid painting that humongous piece of canvas. I dislike traditional art please. It is just&lt;br /&gt;too tedious and it requires too much of a person.&lt;br /&gt;You need patience. Self discipline. Time management!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I think that this group of people are the true slackers around please!&lt;br /&gt;They came up with &lt;strong&gt;1000 ways to waste time/procrastinate&lt;/strong&gt; wasted nearly&lt;br /&gt;thirty years of working time to complete this list.&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link to see! (&lt;a href="http://www.wtr.ru/aphorism/eng/kiltime1.htm"&gt;http://www.wtr.ru/aphorism/eng/kiltime1.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4155985393923713133-9141709315892371087?l=a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9141709315892371087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4155985393923713133&amp;postID=9141709315892371087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9141709315892371087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4155985393923713133/posts/default/9141709315892371087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-douceurdevivre.blogspot.com/2008/11/c-u-t-e-without-e.html' title='C-U-T-E without the &quot;E&quot;'/><author><name>Amanina Zaini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
