tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40636421046226982502024-02-18T23:01:01.384-08:00belpie is always better than pi in southern californiaAnnabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.comBlogger252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-57426498130450266622010-01-04T22:48:00.000-08:002010-01-04T22:48:27.119-08:00new<div style="text-align: center;"><b>moved</b><br />
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It's kinda cold here in Boston. There is a high of -7 degrees C (that's what, 20 degrees F?) tomorrow. I may need more than my houndstooth London-<i>only</i>-weatherproof Pepe Jeans coat, but I refuse to succumb to the ignominious North Face trend. Hey London, you clearly haven't met Massachusetts. Put on some weight will ya. </center><center><br />
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Fall quarter's over. Have I been here 3 months already? Geez louise mac and cheeze.Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-75611146465919453902009-12-12T18:04:00.000-08:002009-12-12T18:04:26.064-08:00Cruelty and Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrdcgbi1xisP2EMwcfkbJW8yP5ftrpOlTG7olYStJ1t6-MUO7sQrV9IWKqgp-quzDMllMhUxLBCX6-afAtK2U5AXI43Edq7kWWJt6huCFcdBf2MfXcDFCgeVPqicVjxhm0Lw9Q4hRBpvp/s1600-h/cuddle+for+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrdcgbi1xisP2EMwcfkbJW8yP5ftrpOlTG7olYStJ1t6-MUO7sQrV9IWKqgp-quzDMllMhUxLBCX6-afAtK2U5AXI43Edq7kWWJt6huCFcdBf2MfXcDFCgeVPqicVjxhm0Lw9Q4hRBpvp/s400/cuddle+for+food.jpg" /></a><br />
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I am often subject to Cruel-ian Slips of the tongue. I say that like it's a disease so I'm totally to blame for it, hah. People who don't know me may be more offended than those who do. I am sorry if I am incidentally cruel. Christmas should be the time for food and hugs. I feel so indecently festive this year and I'm not sure why. Could it be the oh-so-subtle influence of festive friends, or could it just be from watching far too many commercials and listening to far too many Christmas songs on the radio? Mrm.<br />
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On a side note, where did the fall quarter go? I'm two terms away from graduation. Dayum.Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-62189775798307373602009-12-10T01:48:00.000-08:002009-12-10T01:49:21.013-08:00Mother of all slobs<div style="text-align: justify;">My mother invented plenty of synonyms of "slob" just for me when I was younger: <i>ah nya chi, disgusting goat, why don't you wear something else?! how do you walk in your room?! </i>Same pair of shorts every other day, same t-shirt etc. A decade and a rebellious personality watered down by the predictable mechanics of mass media later, I've lost count of how many pairs of (black) shoes I own.<br />
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However, some days I feel I haven't exactly outgrown that rebellious silverchair listening kid - yet. To illustrate that point and also my sheer state of exhaustion, I wore my cornflower blue Imperial College bioeng hoodie, glittery La Senza lounge pants, striped bumblebee socks and purple and pink Havaianas around yesterday evening. Of course, the furthest I went was my daily haunt - The Village to get myself a nonfat chai latte. Oh, how I adore sipping on an extra hot chai while poring through notes with aforementioned bumblebee socks on. The point is, I've reached such lows that I entertained the thought of going to bed wearing what I'm going to wear tomorrow morning i.e. the same oversized shirt (light blue Polo Ralph Lauren), black AA tights and purple legwarmers just to avoid changing into pyjamas because by Engineer Logic, this would save precious time and effort in the morning. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today's Thursday, right? And tomorrow's Friday. Monday come faster! The blistery winds of New York await me!<br />
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Grease is good for you, if you haven't heard already.<div><div><center><br /><img src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0575.jpg" width="500" /><p><br /><img src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0576.jpg" width="500" /></p><p><br /><img src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0577.jpg" width="500" /></p><p><i>Above: Heh, pigs' ears. Chinese people are kinda grotesque.</i></p><p><img src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0578.jpg" width="500" /></p><p><br /><img src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0599.jpg" width="500" /></p><p><br /><img src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0600.jpg" width="500" /></p></center></div><div style="text-align: center;">I made this mushroom risotto while I was in Boston over Thanksgiving. It was good, if I dare say so myself. I basically followed the instructions on the back of a box of arborio rice. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It rained yesterday in California. Like, El Nino type rain. Many trees fell and people couldn't stop talking about the wind. Oh, how spoilt Californians are.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-19981228024463962422009-12-04T23:03:00.000-08:002009-12-04T23:25:33.949-08:00Hair and an Animation<div style="text-align: center;">Hi from the dark side</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a photo of me with my new bangs (well, they're a couple of weeks old now but I'm not very good at keeping up with the times anymore)</div><div><div><center><br /><img src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/Photoon2009-11-23at2325.jpg" border="0" width="600" /><br /><br />...And an animation I made for my biomedical imaging project. In case your curious mind wonders what I spend time on. This is like, a video in a video.<br /><br /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/precess.flv"></embed><br /><br /></center></div></div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-73572221330246631572009-12-03T23:21:00.001-08:002009-12-03T23:27:15.883-08:00Fatty Rants<div style="text-align: center;">Instead of working on my final project, I'm thinking of what to eat as a late night snack. I have a hankering for gourmet mac and cheese i.e. pasta baked with whole milk mozzarella and gruyere instead of the regular Kraft Mac 'n' Cheese.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am not a complicated person.</div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-46137906702410465762009-12-01T22:28:00.001-08:002009-12-01T22:33:28.183-08:00Crazy sick psychoMy life is going on hold for the moment while I finish up the quarter in a series of final projects and exams. This is probably not true as I always say that but somehow always manage to find time to do unnecessary things on the Internet. I came back from Boston at 2AM last night and have been on my butt the entire day attempting to work. <div><br /></div><div>The only thought that keeps me going constitutes the words "<b>Vegas</b>", "<b>New York</b>", "<b>Jeffrey Campbell Clinic Wedge</b><b>s</b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 7;"> because these crazy sick things are finally mine</span>" and "<b>Christmas</b>".<div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://www.oaknyc.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/570x730/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/i/m/img_9216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-56029573262270718972009-11-24T23:32:00.000-08:002009-11-24T23:57:31.330-08:00ThanksgivingIn general, I definitely think people in Malaysia don't say thank you enough. I've heard this rant no less than a hundred and twelve times in my life from my grandfather who gets irate whenever people don't say thank you - he <i>always</i> says thank you. This is why - out of pure habit - every time I get out of someone else's car, I always say thank you to the person who has driven me home. I always say thank you to the person who's just done me a service, be it give me my kopi peng, hand me some change, hold open the door for me etc. Granted, I may be a grumpy person, but that doesn't mean I forget a simple monosyllabic "thanks" or "please" every time somebody has done something small for me. <div><br /></div><div>If I'm rude, it probably just means I either a) have a face problem with you or b) don't like you - at all :)<div><br /></div><div>It goes without saying that <i>ang mohs</i> are infinitely more polite when it comes to simple manners; their sentences typically end with "have a nice day!" or "have a good night". You'd be amazed at how much better you feel as a customer and person afterwards even though you may have just bought about twenty dollars worth of unnecessary candy (I've been stressed). </div><div><br /></div><div>Since this is my first Thanksgiving here, I thought I'd be extra nice. Here are some things I am thankful for:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. my underappreciated and overabused family back home</div><div>2. my similarly treated friends the world over - I'm only mean because I love you and so you'll remember me always. I hope, anyway.</div><div>2. my partner in crime in Boston who gets the worst treatment by far; he only shuts up because he has to.</div><div>4. computers and the WWW</div><div>5. sam edelman zoe boots</div><div>6. james hetfield</div><div>7. frozen yogurt</div><div>8. the fact that i can, if i so wish, eat my grandma's laksa and char kway teow simultaneously when i'm back home</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Happy Thanksgiving!</b></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you've been reading this blog and/or my notes consistently, more power to you ^^ Email me and I'll send you a postcard. I really do like sending out postcards - when I remember!</div></div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-31595044135591926242009-11-22T22:51:00.000-08:002009-11-22T22:56:16.915-08:00fail<div style="text-align: center;">*stress eating and pulling newly-cut hair out*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(I had a burrito for dinner and now I'm eating chocolate)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(I have bangs now but since my hair was cut by a girl in a leopard print top who sported lots of tattoos, I like to think I don't channel kawaii as much as I channel angry Asian girl with bangs)</div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-49585921980169860532009-11-20T01:19:00.000-08:002009-11-20T01:30:34.611-08:00Daul Kim<center><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/daul.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></center><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't it funny how people don't remember <a href="http://iliketoforkmyself.blogspot.com/"><b>you</b></a> until after you die?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I posted about wanting her platinum hair (<a href="http://forwhomthebeltolls.blogspot.com/2009/04/bleach-it.html"><b>click</b></a>) back in April. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now she's dead. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She wasn't even 21. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-13583761725887992002009-11-20T00:22:00.000-08:002009-11-20T01:06:15.969-08:00pitfall<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't usually fall sick; I like to say that I am a hale and healthy person, one who exercises three or four times a week on average and was once capable of running 10 km in under an hour without having to do too much training. I don't remember the last time I was bedridden, coughing and being brought to tears every five minutes like a baby choking on Lego part. Crying and sickness are both the same to me: deathly weakness. The slightest infection and boom bang bang good as dead. I have been stuck in a drug-induced fog, half-dreaming of little white roads that lead to nowhere plagued with the inherent <i>oh god what am i missing in class today how much more reading do i have to do? </i>there is no end to the path I'm taking and I drop down and sit quietly cross legged on the ground like a little girl and I cry and I cry. make it stop, i say. make it go away. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">it's times like these when you miss your family and those closest to you the most, so much so that you hole yourself up and refuse to see anyone the whole week. if i were at home, i'd have crackers on the tackiest plastic banana leaf plate and my mug of unsweetened Milo in the twenty-year-old black octagon shaped mug, the shape of which I found so fascinating as a child. i'd have white porridge and soy sauce and pickled cabbage and fried eggs that my grandma would specially make for me. she would barge into my room and ask me questions about how i'm doing every 5 minutes and then run back out again. long story short, why the fuck did i ever leave home again?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">everyone i know around here is often quite fascinated with how i'm not actually from London but actually just study there - which sort of makes me on exchange with two places if you think about it properly. i only got to see my family once every 3 months or 6 months. this year i won't be seeing them for 9. it'll only be another 6 before i go home again in june. the first quarter has flown by and it doesn't even feel like i've blinked once. my eyes are dry from capturing all the action and inaction of an American life. yeah, i slave at the lab, i work 7 hours in the library on quite lot of days because it's my last year and i'm not fucking it up again for the 4th time but i've also had some amazing times here: the endless stream of parties, the alco, the weird costumes, the odd spontaneous activity or two, eating every kind of American cereal, the jetset life. i look forward to the rest of them and the rest of my life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">oftentimes i catch myself muttering, 加油 加油!</div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-50780585585411288822009-11-18T00:35:00.000-08:002009-11-18T00:40:12.711-08:00Holidays!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.invisiblecreature.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/starbucks_christmas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.invisiblecreature.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/starbucks_christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nothing spells holiday season more than red Starbucks cups! I'm so shallow, I know, but I await toffeenut lattes every year eagerly since discovering them in my first year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, the mother of all flus harkens the onset of cold weather. I have been bed-ridden for the past 3 days. Well, whatever. I'm so excited to be heading to the east coast again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Having said that, I miss Chinese New Year at home. This January/February, I won't have celebrated CNY at home for 4 years. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That is a <i>long</i> time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-64303661686461576872009-11-16T22:10:00.000-08:002009-11-16T22:22:46.271-08:00Selling Stuff<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Getting rid of some stuff </span></b><a href="http://myworld.ebay.com/annabelxtan88/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><u>HERE</u></span></b></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> on eBay!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Items include AA bodysuit, AA satin jacket and A&F jeans. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a size 4 on average. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AA stuff all unworn, A&F jeans are pre-loved. Will be posting more things up soon. Willing to ship worldwide, just ask beforehand! Thanks! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so going to set up shop when I graduate; I cannot possibly carry everything home with me! :-S Meanwhile, how sick is this ring? Available for purchase on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=34440122">Etsy</a>.</div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 254px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/sickle.jpg" border="0" alt="" />Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-41245615636711513372009-11-15T21:16:00.000-08:002009-11-15T21:20:58.546-08:00Glow<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/DSC_0318.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/DSC_0303.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:600px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/DSC_0285.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width:600px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/DSC_0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/DSC_0240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/DSC_0092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/DSC_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" />Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-68903829356376555882009-11-12T00:41:00.000-08:002009-11-12T00:50:12.582-08:00Fuzzed Up<div style="text-align: justify;">I lost an eBay auction just now on the most beautiful baby blue Juicy Couture fur coat. I am stressed out and anxious and unable to sleep. I haven't had the most productive day - at all. The Higher Powers, however, are trying to make fun of my obsession with fur (which leads to procrastination and lack of work because I will not stop until I find myself a beautiful fur coat to stroke to sleep), I stumble upon this:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2LT9ZdGNzuBeGxxCIIl7Hn2skulBcRnaNPMEgtnWnpGX2KtS3-WpVtn7Hdagxw6NmM5afdaMP4gp2VOKJ4xwJHdulcoZdIJVlHI7zHvNqbqEQrGFG0PbxDAD3XVikeXUggXI_KIog09k/s320/miumiu+fur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403135642917792194" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is it just me or do they look like Furbies that have cleverly hidden themselves within the folds of the Coffer? </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think they're just key chains though. Still. </div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-32223950367708921662009-11-11T17:42:00.000-08:002009-11-11T17:48:37.721-08:00bad romance<center><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Not gonna lie - i've been listening to this song on loop for the past 24 hours.<br /><br /></center><center><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width: 560px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.hilary.com/blog/uploaded_images/alexander-mcqueen2-765176.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></center><center style="text-align: center;">And i'm in total awe of her rocking the McQueens.</center><center style="text-align: center;"><br /></center>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-33219015586720045172009-11-09T22:20:00.001-08:002009-11-09T22:23:31.218-08:00Ooh, a bannerOh look I made my own banner with my trial version of Photoshop instead of studying. These are some of my favourite things in life: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laksa">assam laksa</a>, shoes, ridiculous quotes and differential equations. Not so much the equations part, but that's kind of what I do right now.<div><br /></div><div>Back to work!</div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-23436211563814036642009-11-09T16:56:00.000-08:002009-11-09T23:09:24.435-08:00Furrr<div style="text-align: center;">Is it bad that I want a fur coat?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kinda like this (ignore the fact that it's J Lo. Didn't even know she was still alive):</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2007/02/jennifer-lopez-fur-coat-00.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2007/02/jennifer-lopez-fur-coat-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And more chunky knits?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Even if I am now residing in Southern California?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ETA</b>: Her fur coat is looks like a furry bath robe and no, it is not ridiculous to possess a fur coat in SoCal.</div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-53754736192162188132009-11-07T11:45:00.000-08:002009-11-07T12:05:32.321-08:00Food & Boobs<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0505.jpg" border="0" alt="" />I apologise for the blurriness of this photo. I took about 5 photos on Halloween simply because they didn't allow bags into the rave, so I got lazy. But here I am - the Punk Rock Fairy..?<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;">On the way to LA. I just thought they looked remarkably like boobs.</div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0482.jpg" /><div style="text-align: center;">I <3></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0469.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;">HAHA do you dare? 12 egg omelettes. DUDEEE.</div></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0473.jpg" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My 4 egg omelette at The Broken Yolk LOVE!</div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/IMG_0466.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;">Hiii!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Vintage blazer, concert tee, M by MJ aviators, UO bag, Topshop brogues.</i></div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-45180358055083578042009-11-07T03:27:00.000-08:002009-11-07T04:02:03.458-08:00What Am I?<div style="text-align: justify;">< *whine > </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, the other day I had a random girl come up to me asking if I am Singaporean because she'd heard me talking on the phone. I laughed and said, "No, I'm Malaysian", but she was really excited because she'd grown up in Singapore but literally lived in America all her life etc. I didn't think much of this until later on at night. It triggered an avalanche of thoughts which ultimately begged the question: what am I?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm Malaysian Chinese, but I almost don't speak Chinese at all; English is my first language; I went to an international school in the same place for 15 years, so that doesn't make me a Third Culture Kid; I say "lah" and "leh" and "lor" pretty often if surrounded by the correct crowd; I studied in London for 3 years, and now I'm in the US; I'm pretty well versed in Western culture, English literature and Western history, but have a near zero knowledge of my country's history; I come from a family of - for lack of a better word - anglophiles (my grandfather speaks Queen's English - and when I say Queen's English I suspect he may have a better grasp of the English language than the Queen herself). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've always been ashamed of my inability to communicate in Mandarin or Cantonese properly. I can speak Hokkien fine, but hey - how many people actually speak Penang-style Hokkien, right? I took a Level 1 Mandarin class last year and did pretty poorly in that, despite the fact that I had constant help from my flatmate. After that stint, I decided I'd just watch Mandarin/Cantonese shows to acclimatize myself. It doesn't help that Wah Lai Toi doesn't do Malay subtitles anymore, though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; ">Anyway, at least I can cook Malaysian food. Sometimes. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This never used to nag at me before, but nowadays as I mingle with people from people all over the world here in International House, I find myself having trouble introducing the concept of why my first language is actually English and not my mother tongue. People are amazed at how well I converse in English when I come from a developing nation in South East Asia (though this may actually stem from ignorance more than anything else). I should be able to speak and write Mandarin the way I speak and write in English, dammit! I just have more trouble than I thought I would attempting to speak Mandarin in that I sound ridiculously foreign and just <i>wrong </i>overall.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Being this far away from home and Malaysians in general has made me realize that maybe Malaysia isn't as terrible as Malaysians think it is. The United States is equally mired in political and racial problems as Malaysia is, but people sure as hell aren't running away. I wonder why. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am probably not the best candidate to represent Malaysia, which is a crying shame. I wanted to make the spoilt brat decision of going to China to live for the summer, but I doubt even 3 months would help. Especially when nobody speaks Mandarin at home. Sigh. This identity crisis needs to be addressed ASAP. Identity crisis and future career prospects. Yes, top of priority list definitely. I don't really want to graduate; I don't mind working 'til midnight everyday writing lab reports. Honestly. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">< / whine > </div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-60209739576703896652009-11-07T01:36:00.000-08:002009-11-07T01:37:04.775-08:00College!<div style="text-align: center;">Okay. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A guy just got arrested on I-Walk for dancing on a cop car in a red furry bikini. I'm thinking this isn't very out of the ordinary around here on a Friday night.</div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063642104622698250.post-56677901147701327562009-11-05T23:09:00.000-08:002009-11-05T23:15:31.258-08:00Toms Shoes<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 431px; height: 235px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/273-1001B07-GREY-H.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/img-thing.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab355/annabelxt/img-thing.png" border="0" alt="" /></a>I've been eyeing these shoes for several days after having seen them on a classmate. I know, I know...this is a far cry from my collection of 6 inchers. As much as I'd like to, I <i>cannot </i>cycle in massive platforms. <div><br /></div><div>So, today after some 6 hours of staining cells and watching them die in front of me, I decided to go ahead with these. They look (and apparently ARE) so ridonkulously comfy! <i>And</i> perfect for my constant biking to class <i>and</i> this weird hot-and-cold SoCal weather, too. <div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ANTI STRESS SHOPPING FTW!</div></div>Annabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15431356231965943599noreply@blogger.com3