<?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-7828670185925383000</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:40:39.505+08:00</updated><category term='Jared Leto'/><category term='4 legged animal with a white ring tail'/><category term='good memory'/><category term='eidetic memory'/><category term='Photographic Memory'/><category term='From Yesterday'/><title type='text'>Creme de la Creme</title><subtitle type='html'>Dream Chaser</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-2431735519976218606</id><published>2007-09-16T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:40:04.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thieves</title><content type='html'>I found out that the thief who stole my bra was 2 indian women. They were caught in my neighbour's cctv that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For god's sake. Go get your own bra! *frown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says, give it to them. Maybe they will turn my luck around. *frown*frown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate thieves. *frown*frown*frown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frowning is going to make me look older. *frown*frown*frown*frown*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-2431735519976218606?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2431735519976218606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=2431735519976218606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2431735519976218606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2431735519976218606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-found-out-that-thief-who-stole-my-bra.html' title='The thieves'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-1617715024114781636</id><published>2007-09-15T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T01:44:17.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thieves are getting braver these days. Especially lingerie thieves!!! Arghh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="mban891l.jpg" href="http://thefourhundred.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/mban891l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Daughter! I have bad news for you!" Mum screamed over the phone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it, ma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your stuff...your stuff...my god! I dont know how it happened!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down ma. What about my stuff,ma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YOUR BRA! THEY ARE MISSING!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Missing? From where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of your 4 bras are missing from the clothes line! I think they are stolen!!My god..broad day light stealing lingerie.....bla..bla.bla..."(&lt;em&gt;mind block all of sudden, ma voice getting softer...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma! Where do you hang them, Ma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"outside!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first line closest to the gate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"err..yeah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MA!!!!Those bras are expensive!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to lock the gate next time! My gawd! I didnt hear anything at all! Perverts! So scary!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heartbroken* "Ma....it's ok. Ma. Stolen. Nothing we can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go buy new ones ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma...they are limited edition. Cannot replace them anymore. It is alright. no biggie. Just bras anyways" *hitting my chest with my hand*&lt;em&gt;(Gawd! It cost me more than RM500 bucks for that 4 bras!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok,daughter. Come back early"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya, ma." &lt;em&gt;(blardy perverts! Steal my bras! Cant you go get your own? My beloved pink colour lacy bras! Now you are stolen from me!*cry*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hung up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what has just happened?" I told my colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bras was stolen today from my house. Broad daylight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?Broad day light?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Scary isnt it?" *fake laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear. Somebody marked you already. You better be careful! you never know when is this thief become braver and come break into your house and rape you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-at?" (What the F***?) (pardon my english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! You never know." *shake his head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow telling my colleague about it is not a good idea at all. Jeez. I should've just shut my mouth. Now I am afraid to go back home. Bahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="mban891l.jpg" href="http://thefourhundred.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/mban891l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="mban891l.jpg" src="http://thefourhundred.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/mban891l.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-1617715024114781636?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1617715024114781636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=1617715024114781636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/1617715024114781636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/1617715024114781636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/09/thieves-are-getting-braver-these-days.html' title='Thieves are getting braver these days. Especially lingerie thieves!!! Arghh!'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-1953030914182283496</id><published>2007-05-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:23:17.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream about Sea</title><content type='html'>I dreamt these few days. One of the dream i remembered pretty well until today. It was last WEdnesday. I dreamt I was abandoned in the sea with 3 of my other cousins. There were alot of speedboats driving fast towards us from left, but didnt hit us. I was calmed. But didnt know what to do to get us out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, I saw an empty boat not far from our right. I asked all 3 of them to swim with me towards that boat. The nearer i am to the boat, the sea became shallow. Next thing we know, we are all in the boat. But we couldnt drive it. when we look around, the boat is in the middle of nowhere on top of a small sand island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this dream has a deep meaning. One of my client explained that this actually means that I worried too much on something, and the solutions was just in front of me, I just need to ride it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-1953030914182283496?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1953030914182283496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=1953030914182283496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/1953030914182283496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/1953030914182283496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/05/dream-about-sea.html' title='Dream about Sea'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-2285759305288922381</id><published>2007-05-13T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:27:03.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst dream I ever had</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Have you dream of something that came true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And it was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad dream??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one. horrible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so horrible that I shiver and pee in my pants (ok, not really pee. Just feel like peeing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Dream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my client for a cuppa coffee. She then told me about this project that I was working on for more than 6 months with her. I felt my heart thumping hard. Questions were flowing in my mind. "Was the result out? How did I fair? Did I win the project?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said," I am so sorry....."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no..what happen?" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"It was competitive. But.....you didnt get it" She said with sad tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream...I lost my current biggest project that I had been workin on for more than 6 months to my competitor.I felt heartbroken in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up sweating like I dreamt about being chased by some ghost or killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reality:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want the dream to bother my reality, and didnt want it to come true. I tried to put it aside and figure, it is just another bad dream. I am nervous. I am just anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? 2 days later, my client sent me an email and said I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream actually came true. And this dream became the most horrible dream I have ever dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Solutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only solutions to this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*praying*Please god, give me some good dreams that will come true!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-2285759305288922381?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2285759305288922381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=2285759305288922381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2285759305288922381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2285759305288922381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/05/worst-dream-i-had-ever-had.html' title='Worst dream I ever had'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-6147375209515257342</id><published>2007-03-31T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:46:42.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is that sound?</title><content type='html'>Do you know that there's this howling sound coming from the back of the house every night at 12am SHARP???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know that this sound has been haunting for the past 2 weeks everyday without fail??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitt. What month did you say again? "Cheng Meng" time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shooot. I am sensing the chill down to my bone. I just heard the howling not long ago. It really sounds like from the dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr....SCARY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-6147375209515257342?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6147375209515257342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=6147375209515257342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6147375209515257342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6147375209515257342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-that-sound.html' title='What is that sound?'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-3625069724391301473</id><published>2007-02-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:13:49.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared Leto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Yesterday'/><title type='text'>30 seconds to Mars - From Yesterday</title><content type='html'>This is one cool video music from Jared Leto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AerDHchm0RM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AerDHchm0RM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-3625069724391301473?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3625069724391301473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=3625069724391301473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3625069724391301473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3625069724391301473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-yesterday-jared-leto.html' title='30 seconds to Mars - From Yesterday'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-4555175220037371275</id><published>2007-02-27T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:55:08.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My V-Day</title><content type='html'>Backtrack: This year's V-day was pretty much "single" to me. I must say this year's was one of a kind for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends went out for Valentine's dinner, splashing money on over-priced food, buying over-priced flowers to pleased their girl, some even arranged for candle-light dinner with limo service to pick up his girl! It was oh-so romantic when I heard from her. While some of my other girl friends celebrated at home with their boys, cooking and pampering them with good food and massages, I was slightly depressed that I wasnt celebrating V-day with love. Not to mentioned, totally left out by my attached girls friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that no one actually asked me out for dinner, (hey, my "stock market" is still high!) I declined all the invitation that will atleast make me feel part of the "celebration". If you ask me now, I have no idea why I did that. Maybe, I wasnt in the mood to date on this special day. Maybe for once, I wanna know how is it like to be all alone while the rest are busy pampering each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few tips for singles to celebrate V-day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Indulge yourself with your favourite foods&lt;br /&gt;2) Pamper yourself with warm bath filled with aromatic scent and candle lights&lt;br /&gt;3) Have a Movies marathon session (with a few singles,if you want),e.g. Lord of the Rings Marathon,or Drama series marathon.&lt;br /&gt;4) Do things that you had always wanted to do, but didnt. (e.g. Yoga at home, gardening, or reading that book that has been on the shelf for some time now)&lt;br /&gt;5) Enjoy it as ME-Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My V-day was significantly alone this year (well, of course!). I wanted it that way. When the hand of the clock reached 5:30pm, I wore one of my baby-T with short pants, and my favourite pair of Nike shoes and went out for a jog near my house. I ran towards the biggest park at my area, running with my mobile phone cum mp3 player stuck to my ear. Frankly, it was my first time running around my housing area. I had always wanted to do it earlier, but that didnt happen. (I procrastinated!) And I regret, I should have done this much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "tortured" myself thoroughly with running and push-ups, and sit-ups. Surprisingly, the park is filled with equiptments to help you to push up and sit up. There were quite a number of people hanging around the garden, doing their daily/weekly exercises that night. It hit me at once, not everybody fancy celebrating Valentine's day. Especially those aunties and uncles in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exercises around the park, I pampered myself with the swing. (I had to stare at the small girl for sometime before she gave me the swing.HAha!) The swing made me feel young once again. I felt like most of my worries and stress were "swing" away from me while I tried to swing to the highest point above. It was, relaxingly happy. (I highly recommend that every adults should try this). It may look weird to those passerby (why, an adult hogging that swing and letting the younger kids look so sad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I completed my 20 episodes of FullMetal Alchemist anime (for the 2nd time now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I feel really relaxed and good about myself after that. It is not a bad idea at all to celebrate V-day alone. *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-4555175220037371275?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4555175220037371275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=4555175220037371275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/4555175220037371275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/4555175220037371275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-v-day.html' title='My V-Day'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-8486308453667761525</id><published>2007-02-12T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:51:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographic .. No</title><content type='html'>I think I am not talented in photographic memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think my brain is not functioning properly. Others uses 2% of their brains, I think I used only 0.5% of mine. I look, but I did not see. I hear but I did not listen. I talk, but I did not think. Which, were all not suppose to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that recently, I forgot alot of things that require me to finish. In work, or in personal. Somewhere in my subconscious mind keep telling me that something is blocking the sinaps. Other times, my mind will constantly reminds me that I have ALOT ALOT of things to do. And I end up rushing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gotten into my nerves. I need more Zinc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-8486308453667761525?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8486308453667761525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=8486308453667761525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/8486308453667761525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/8486308453667761525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/02/photographic-no.html' title='Photographic .. No'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-8292896849248414906</id><published>2007-01-20T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T12:43:27.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographic Memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eidetic memory'/><title type='text'>Photographic Memory?</title><content type='html'>Al said I have the gift of photographic memory. I wonder how deep true this is. He said that cos I can read maps and know how to put it to reality. He said I can draw out the venue plan just like that with 1 glance. Yeah. I can do that. Went into a house for first time, I can draw the whole house plan (not at scale of course) out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a restaurant, I know how to work things out. Draw the plan. Decide immediately what I can do for my event on that place. Yes. No. Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do that even on the first day I worked as an event organizer. Which impressed my then-manager. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can memorize certain things. Just not words. Just not words.&lt;br /&gt;Until today, I cant speak good grammar english language. I am still struggling to get words right. While speaking, sometimes I am lost in words. But when typing out like this, I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I failed stewardess exam cos of public speaking. I remembered I was asked to speak for 5 minutes in front of 800 people and 10 judges. I remember me constructing what I wanted to say before my turn. But when I was on top, no matter what I wrote on the hand, my mind goes blank. Nothing come out from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have photographic memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can replay chess position after 1 game last time. I can see what the author of the story book brings me to. green grass on top of the hill, a girl spreading her hands wide open, breeze sweeping across her face..flowers dancing together with her..stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;But I think this is not photographic memory. This is imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember practical stuff more than theorical. I never like reading whole bunch of news and remembering all words. Not like Kim Peek (see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Peek"&gt;the case of Kim Peek&lt;/a&gt;). I guess I remember some stuff better and other stuff not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on &lt;a href="http://www.memory-key.com/MemoryGuide/faq.htm"&gt;Photographic Memory&lt;/a&gt; , a site I found useful to answer most of our question. Do you have photographic memory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-8292896849248414906?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8292896849248414906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=8292896849248414906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/8292896849248414906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/8292896849248414906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/photographic-memory.html' title='Photographic Memory?'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-8870424280759243076</id><published>2007-01-09T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:44:06.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I was fiddling with bloggers today, and created a blog - &lt;a href="http://top-rated-anime.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://top-rated-anime.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; after my &lt;a href="http://places2experience.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://places2experience.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . Diversifying my journals! hahaha. (Yeah. I am sort of, FREE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a book that I read last Sunday. The title was eye catching: When you do, do the opposite (or something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only able to read until page 84. But throughout the 84 pages, it really open up my mind and thoughts. There was a segment that I watched in One Tree Hills. The younger brother saw a bird with broken wings. He wanted to help it. But elder brother took a stone and kill it, quoting: &lt;strong&gt;It is weak, so it must die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say it is cruel, other may see it as mercy. I see it as a sign of evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have dreams to chase. We were more often being taught to be modest, kind, and caring.&lt;br /&gt;But what happen is, if we do not know how to balance them, we may be dragged down by the weaker ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to write them in a better way, but I was talking about this with a friend of mine over msn yesterday. I quoted in msn: &lt;strong&gt;Biggest obstacle to success: Afraid to fail&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He said that it should be: Biggest obstacle to success: Ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: True,But if somebody perceive it wrongly, they might just commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;He: but then that person wont be strong in the first place..&lt;strong&gt;only the strong will survive - Darwinian theory states&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: To succeed, you must at least, have the will and the want to succeed&lt;br /&gt;Me: u are right. But you have to remember, people out there are like others.&lt;br /&gt;He: We have to help those too weak and downtrodden to help themselves. Give of your heart and without selfish reasons nor greed, and expect nothing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I will agree with him truly. We have to help those who are weak. But now...my answer differs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have all the time in the world, please be my guest. If you allow the weaker to pull you down and delay your journey, I have no comment.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are weak are always left behind. It is up to you to stay with them or proceed to success"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quoted: &lt;strong&gt;The weak should be culled and destroyed, for they slow the strong down - Mashio Kikito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book actually change my perspective in 2 hours. Before this, I dont think I can debate with him with such strong words. (Haha). It is a wonder how the a book makes you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;no opinion is right or wrong. You determine if it is right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I will definitely go back to MPH to get the book and author name again. (I am old. I intend to forget.*blek*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-8870424280759243076?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8870424280759243076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=8870424280759243076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/8870424280759243076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/8870424280759243076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-3583127781681128242</id><published>2007-01-01T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:40:49.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the year 2007! Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes. It is the first day of 2007. The clock is ticking fast! Bye bye 2006! Let's turn 2007 better than before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day of 2006 started off with Al, Mich, Eric and I having Nasi Lemak for lunch in Village Park, DU. We were repeatedly looking at the pictures from the christmas celebration. Yes. It was developed and out in 3R size, all 3 rolls. We cant stop admiring the pictures again and again, it was funny, eventhough the pictures were not really good (what do you expect from a RM65 cheap underwater camera?). But surprisingly, there were a lot of good shots. I must say, we definitely had fun the other day. Better than tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New Year celebration tonight was not much different from the year before. Except, this time, we spend lesser. Last year, Michii, KH, Al and I (plus a few of Mich ex-collegues) celebrated in Lunar Bar, the bar on 34th floor of Pan Global. It was awesome then! We could see fireworks from Bukit Bintang, KLCC, Stadium, and other small places that had fireworks in KL, also LUNAR BAR's! It was one of the most superb view ever! From the top of the world! And then later jam for 2 hours to get back to DJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Al and I went to 1Utama for countdown . One Utama was having concert(free admission) from North (Australian band), Apple, some taiwan singers, local singers like Gary, Serena C as host + a chinese host (dont know her name) + thousands of guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had dinner with Joey, Joseph and Zac in Kluang station. CAnt believe that my last meal for 2006 was the Nasi Lemak from there + pineapple water. But it is alright. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We tried to watch the concert at the street (1 U closed the whole street for this countdown concert). It was packed with humans. We couldnt even go to the front. We end up watching from the back near the big screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After watching a few taiwanese singers performed, we went to Starbucks to chill. It was 9:30pm. Night was still young. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Joey, Joseph and Zac left at 10:30pm. both J left for friends bbq party in Old Klang road. Zac went to The curve. Al and I stayed until 11pm in starbucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went up and down to look for a good spot to take pictures of the fireworks. 11:25pm, we drove out to the school nearby one utama. I suggested it as I thought it will be the best spot. Moreover, we can watched Ikano's fireworks as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We found a good spot in front of the school. And time ticks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;12:00am. Ikano's firework blast first. Followed by 1utama's 30 seconds later. IT WAS AWESOME! If only I know how to load the video clip over here. Al took alot alot of nice pictures. Here are they:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014755226025854962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1GYLqeoyes/RZf9TwrOB_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l3n4z9kRLDE/s320/DSC_3850.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014756218163300354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M1GYLqeoyes/RZf-NgrOCAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/OVCIaOXH5uU/s320/DSC_3853.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014756467271403538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M1GYLqeoyes/RZf-cArOCBI/AAAAAAAAABA/2yTaojV1LCY/s400/DSC_3852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There were more. Enjoy more of the pictures on &lt;a href="http://places2experience.blogspot.com"&gt;http://places2experience.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I loved them. I love them alot! Al taught me a few technics to catch them. Theorically, I know. Practically, ah-hah. I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's celebration was purely fireworks. No water. No alcohol. No food. But I think I gain weight again this week. Tummy is rounder now. Shit. 1st New Year resolution: KEEP FIT!&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Gotta go to the gym more often now. Work that flabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt stuck in the jam for so long. since we were already out of 1U, we took the short cut back to DJ. My youngest brother, who was there with his friends as well, was still in the car park area waiting in line to go out when I reached home at 1am. Buahaha! Lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the year 2007! Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all wish and dreams sails smoothly to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-3583127781681128242?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3583127781681128242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=3583127781681128242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3583127781681128242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3583127781681128242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-to-year-2007-happy-new-year.html' title='Welcome to the year 2007! Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M1GYLqeoyes/RZf9TwrOB_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l3n4z9kRLDE/s72-c/DSC_3850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-6165820713420431039</id><published>2007-01-01T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:32:02.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Countdown Celebration!</title><content type='html'>24th December 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al, Michii, Eric and I went to Bukit Jalil for indoor pool party cum foam party.&lt;br /&gt;I let go my family's gathering on the day for this party. (Of course, I helped mum to buy and wrapped all pressies before I went off to DJ again on 24th evening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al was shopping for water guns in One U while I was down in Klang. He couldnt grab the cheapest water guns over there, and so I brought mum along to Giant Klang parade to buy the last 8 cheap guns. Yeah. 8. Initially, there were suppose to be 8 of us. 4 back out last minute, and 4 of us went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al bought underwater camera purposely for this ocassion. All 4 of us were excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Bukit Jalil at 7pm. Party has already started. There were 3 different big pools inside, with alot of inflatables. One of the games were inflatable jet ski! It was new and awesome! more information on the party is at &lt;a href="http://www.floatparty.com"&gt;www.floatparty.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One thing about this party is, free food and drinks(F&amp;N drinks only!). NO ALCOHOL &amp;amp; CIGGIE! It was pure fun with no influences from alcohol. Hehe. It was our first time to countdown for Christmas in the water, and with foams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there until late 1:30am. And adjourned to Steven's corner in Old Klang Road. THe place is always fested with humans late at night. the biggest mamak stall I have ever seen so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun. I made Al a nice handmade Christmas card in the middle of night until 5am.&lt;br /&gt;He was so happy to receive it. He treasure it more than the expensive cards that I bought for him the last time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-6165820713420431039?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6165820713420431039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=6165820713420431039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6165820713420431039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6165820713420431039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-countdown-celebration.html' title='Christmas Countdown Celebration!'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-7060465953890754552</id><published>2006-11-26T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:23:10.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 November 2006</title><content type='html'>My dreams are getting more and more dramatic recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, I dreamt i was in a somewhat ship. A ship filled with humans of all races. We were suppose to be transported to somewhere else. There are shops in the ships. All kinds of shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this ship dream, I had a close friend, a female close friend. She was beautiful. Long hair, fair, and possessed a nice curve body. She was wearing a clean cut of blouse and skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was suppose to be some kind of activities. But I could not remember well. There was one scene that I remember vividly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine, was being chat up by a fat, tanned, guy. He had a big beer belly which he showed off proudly. His eyes was as big as a goldfish. Bulking out from his eye socket. He had curly black hair, and he wore a pirate like hat. He was so tanned that he looked golden brown. He keep asking my friend to send him her profile. In my dream, I understood it as giving him her contact number. Her eyes looked kinda distracted. When I approached them, he quickly walked away. Then his phone rang. He put his left index finger to his mouth to signal us or anyone who is near him to keep quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moi moi" he said with a strange soft spot voice. It must be his lover or something.&lt;br /&gt;And then he started to talk softer and softer. I couldnt catch what he was saying anymore. From his reaction, I could feel that the other receiver was melting him down with her charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my friend and I were annoyed with his behavior. We made a conclusion that his lover must be somewhere on this board. We decided to search for her and spill the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a handphone shop. There sat a young beautiful lady. We decided to call her "Moi Moi" to test if she is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reaction was big. She reacted like asking us "How the hell u know my nickname?"&lt;br /&gt;She was furious. She came out from the shop and started to give us a stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, seeing the Moi Moi reaction filled with angst, decided not to say anything. She just sneered at Moi and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi Moi suddenly turned into a centipede that cold run and jump fast. And keep on wanting to attack us at our leg. Both my fren and I keep jumping. Somehow, we knew we could have just step her to death, but we didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the centipede and walked away. We can feel Moi breathing profusely at the back. We looked at each other and said, "Well, at least we should tell her what is really happening." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back. I tried to talk terms with the centipede. "If you feel like attacking, please bite me if you want. After that, please transform into your real self. We have to talk about something face to face, as human"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitated to bite me. Eventhough I showed her my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my friend came in, she bite her immediately. Giving her so much bite at one go, that I had to tried to tap Moi away. My friend's leg started to swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centipede, dissapeared. Couldnt find it anymore. Moi is missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole scene became very dark. I started to run to get aid. My friend followed closely at the back. I keep looking back to see if my friend is really behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran and ran, suddenly I am in front of a lake house. &lt;br /&gt;I knocked on the door and called for help. I saw from the window a working desk. Then, I sort of remembered that I knew this place (in my dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came out. In my dream I gasp. I knew him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dream was ended by my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, I dont know anybody in my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-7060465953890754552?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7060465953890754552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=7060465953890754552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/7060465953890754552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/7060465953890754552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/11/26-november-2006.html' title='26 November 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-5682470620837181030</id><published>2006-11-23T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:32:26.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attacked!</title><content type='html'>I was on the phone with E. Something tickle me on my left foot.&lt;br /&gt;I looked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARGGHHHH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroach!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E! I call you back! Cockroach attacking me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up. I jumped up. And I called for Al. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COCKROACH!!!! COCKROACH!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what? It is just a cockroach!" Al exclaimed. I knew he was scared too.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he said "Where's the insect spray?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the toilet to wash my foot.&lt;br /&gt;Ran upstairs to take the insect spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the war begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroach vs Cindy vs Mosquito Spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ran left and right. Up and down. Spray spray. Ahh! spray spray. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: MOSQUITO SPRAY WINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took my broom and dustpan to sweep it up, throw into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;I thought I won.(with spray help of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst news for today: Fidael says that cockroaches dont die so easily. Even if you chopped off their head, they will still be alive for another week. They only die when they have nothing to eat or drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to throw the rubbish now!!! NOW!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-5682470620837181030?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5682470620837181030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=5682470620837181030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/5682470620837181030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/5682470620837181030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/11/attacked.html' title='Attacked!'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-344685290788566213</id><published>2006-11-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:36:25.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th November 2006 - 10:36am</title><content type='html'>This was written and recorded in my pc since saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 18 November 2006&lt;br /&gt;10:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was in a science lab or something. The place looked like a hospital, but at the same time looked like an advanced labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt somebody was chasing me. No. chasing us. There was a group of ppl with high tech costumes, some with white hair, some with grey hair..The higher rank with sunglasses on, the lower ranks with guns. They were ambushing us in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with doctors, nurses, a pretty young lady with long straight hair, aged – 6 yrs? A fat guy who is supposingly to be my working partner, and the kid’s maid.  We were all at the highest floor researching some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm alerted us. We looked into the security tv. I saw that group.of ppl running fast floor by floor to reach the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Run! Please! Take her with you!” One of the doctor screamed while pointing at the young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, the young lady is supposingly to be an intelligent,smart and quiet person. She wasn’t as panic as my fat partner. The maid either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the doctor a nod. And I signaled my partner to run. We started running out of the door, down the alley, and went into another area. There were nurses and patients around, giving us ways to runaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid didn’t cry, didn’t scream. She was only trying her best to run as fast as she could with us. Sometimes, I slowed down, and ask her to hurry up, the maid was always with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached a place, supposingly to be the corner where nobody knows except those in high ranks in the building. My partner wanted to use the lifts. I ushered everyone to the door not far from the lift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner understood immediately. He grabbed the kid, and ran again with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door lead us to flights of staircase. We were running down the staircase. I was basically jumping from flights to flights. We were jumping as silent as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the lowest floor, I opened the door silently. We sneaked out slowly peeping if we saw anybody in the front. Our car was in front. We had to go to our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of ppl looking for something. I think the enemy thought that we were some items. They were looking in the grass the bushes, the flowers.. I also saw that the security personnels for the building had to help them to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to run to the school next to this building. I signaled everybody to walk slowly with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way there, we saw 2 security personnels that we knew. They showed us some stuff and told us that they found it. I smiled at them and whisper to him, “You didn’t see us here! Don’t tell anyone about us ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went off. He stood there dumbfounded. I wave goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blending in with the kids in the school. They were wearing white shirts and green bottoms. We were all wearing white shirts, but some of us were wearing white bottoms. We quickly sat ourselves at the benches with umbrellas and tables at the side of the school field. There, we met a group of young mischevious men. They were offering us food and drinks. And pretended that we were their captivate. We played along to make it like we were part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, kids on the fields become lesser and lesser. I was thinking that the school bell is about to ring, signaling recess time over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all panic for awhile. We will be the odd ones there!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a person came over the fence and started taking pictures of my young lady. My fat partner stared at him. The next thing we know, 2 guys came and took my fat partner away. Then, I knew he can take care of himself. He signaled me to run. I nodded silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left, I talked to one of the kid. He seems quite adult – 17? Then I realized, that school is an all boys school. I told him I needed a car to go away from this place. He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, I was in a car driving away with the young lady and another more older kid. Both of them were girls. I remember I was plotting ways to run away from the state. I plan to dump this car at one side, and rent a car to drive to another states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I looked at surroundings, it looked like I was in US or something. Nothing resemblance Malaysia though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream ended with me hugging the kids. Saying, “from now on you both are my daughters. I am happy to have you both as my daughters. Remember that! Until we found your real parents, both of you will be my daughters. Ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them a big warm hug. They hugged back. I felt appreciated by them. They started calling me “Mum”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-344685290788566213?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/344685290788566213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=344685290788566213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/344685290788566213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/344685290788566213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/11/18th-november-2006-1036am.html' title='18th November 2006 - 10:36am'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-6624933886184182573</id><published>2006-11-07T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:24:28.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th November 2006</title><content type='html'>I have a dream yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;This time, I feel like my subconcious is talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I dream of Al. I dream that he was very happy, very attached to me and very talkative. In my dream, he took me by surprise for acting like that. And then... my dreams shift to pirates, sea, ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really remember the details now, but I do remember some fire, big problem, everybody screaming, and then an angel talks to me. Saying: Whatever it is, let it be. Just let it be. The problem will settle by itself." hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-6624933886184182573?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6624933886184182573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=6624933886184182573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6624933886184182573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6624933886184182573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/11/7th-november-2006.html' title='7th November 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-2139682321517382907</id><published>2006-11-05T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:45:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th November 2006 - saturday night.</title><content type='html'>4th November 2006, a day to remember.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My evening was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Menara Axis with Devilboy. (HE TOLD ME THAT HE WANTED TO SIGN UP FOR FITNESS FIRST! JUST AFTER I CANCEL IT!!==")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I have to cancel my cancellation. Moreover, if he comes in as my referee, I will get RM10 discount monthly. And from then onwards, I will have a gym buddy. Sigh. I will cancel my cancelation. So much so for wanting to be thrifty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the curve after that. Met up with Matt to talk about small business. Matt is a very intelligent, outspoken, and friendly person. Nobody ever feel uncomfortable with him. He is just very nice to be with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt opens a steel stall at The Curve. I spotted 1 good looking ring. I like it instantly. It was retailing at RM68/pc. One of a few only. Imported directly from Korea (I believe that is what Matt told me).Here's how it look like:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4102/4345/320/PIC000061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4102/4345/320/PIC000063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is taken with my Motorola A1000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for Sakae Sushi for dinner. Had a good chat with him. It was a great evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt came and join us in awhile. We talked about e-business, small business,,..It is good to see that we are all moving to another perspective. (Oh I love my ring!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home at 10pm that night. Al asked me if I wanna go to Velvet or 7,8,9 with him earlier in the afternoon. *smile* Apparently Shaun was selling hard to him to ask him to go to 789. Shaun told him that his gf brings lots of girls out and that he is the only guy..asked him to go there to help him..something like that. I guess he chose to go to Velvet with CC and the rest. And so I went with him to Velvet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Velvet part of Zouk KL. A very hip and upcoming place to be. Velvet plays R&amp;B, Hip Hop,from the millenium all the way to 70's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met CC, CC bf, Kelly, Fong, Alan, Damien, Wilson, Olivia, and a few more fellas. There was total of 20 ppl in our group. Velvet was packed. Very very packed with human beings. We, girls tried to dance at the dance floor, but were constantly distracted/disturbed by ppl crossing the dance floor. It was annoying. Why cant they just dance as it is?Why must they walk here and there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We dance for about 1/2 hour, and left to our table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I love my ring! Kelly told me she likes it alot too. She asked me if I bought it from Bvlgary. Apparently, there's a design from Bvlgary exactly the same as mine. I told her that I bought it in the flee market in The Curve. *tee heee*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I had fun that night. The crowd was good, the company was great. Everybody was talking to everybody. It has been toooo long since I went out for clubbing. I kinda miss it somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left at 2am. Al couldnt stand the smokey place anymore. I drove us back to DJ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am still satisfied. (I love my ring!!!!) I am glad I went..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-2139682321517382907?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2139682321517382907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=2139682321517382907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2139682321517382907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2139682321517382907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/11/4th-november-2006-saturday-night.html' title='4th November 2006 - saturday night.'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-7813765546336881642</id><published>2006-11-05T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:40:36.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd November 2006 - My chronicle to get another chronicle</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted another Murakami's book after finish reading his Norwegian Wood. It was impressively written. I burnt the midnight oil and finished it in 3 days time. (HAHA!Hey! I am always more hardworking when it comes to books!I meant, story books!=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With recommendation from Devilboy, I finally made up my mind to look for this one particular book " The Wind-up Bird Chronicle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a lot of MPHs, Kinokuniya, Popular before today. I realised it is very very hard to even see books from him on the shelves. It seems to be rare, especially in mega bookstores. I begin to think that this author is selling his books like hot cakes! Even Devilboy said the same thing. He could not find another copy of that book until today. It was like, Su li bought the last one! I am getting more excited to get this book. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I continued my "journey" to look for it. I was in KL Sentral to meet my client this morning. After the meeting, I went to MPH at the ground floor(Was thinking that, maybe, they will have something there). I could see only 1 book from him. The one and only book by him. But it was not the title that I wanted. I left in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped by Bangsar, hoping that I will find 1 in MPH Bangsar. During my drive to Bangsar, I was telling myself,"If there's a park nearby,I will go and have a look. Otherwise, I will go". I end up rounding Bangsar street for a few more rounds. I dont know why I did that, but when I finally found a park nearby Madam Kwan, I was so happy that I just parked my car without further obligations,without realising that MPH was actually VERY VERY far from where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me once I got off from the car. Haha. I felt so silly for a moment until I saw the 2 floors big bookshop at the corner. It seems new. And interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly walked upwards to the store. It truly is dissapointing. The store assistant never even heard of the author name. =( Dissapointing. I left immediately, thinking, maybe I should look for it in MPH Bangsar Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked downwards to Bangsar Village. When I walked pass Madam Kwan, I saw a standee signage saying "Silverfish Books. Asian cultures, science, arts....bla bla bla... books." I gave the place a chance. Maybe this has something that megastores dont have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located on the first floor. I walked up the stairs. It gave me a feeling that I am actually walking to a dance studio, or fame studio, or theatre studio. When I open the leaf door, I saw an Indian man (mid thirties) and a big sized chinese lady (late twenties?). They stop talking when they saw me walking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I thought I am at the wrong place until I saw books and books on the shelves. Do you have Haruki Murakami's books? I asked timidly. Unsure if I should be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the title of the book? The lady asked.&lt;br /&gt;"...err..bird chronicle...."&lt;br /&gt;"ahh..The wind-up bird chronicle! Here!"&lt;br /&gt;She walked quickly to the right and ushered me to the 2nd shelves from the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh! You have it ! " I smiled.And looked up. "I...". I wanted to continue talking, but...&lt;br /&gt;The indian guy seems to be irritated with me...&lt;br /&gt;Did I say something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;The lady just smiled quickly...Is something wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;They continued talking to each other with well spoken english. Ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, this is their culture here. Help yourself service,if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squat there for awhile, admiring the book that I finally found. I found a few more others by Murakami. And they are all with ORIGINAL COVERS!!! Devilboy got to come here! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have fell in love with this place instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the counter to pay, I made a stupid comment. I said "I would not have found here if it is not for the sign board you have downstairs.." Nobody answered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady looked at the Indian guy for awhile, and smiled. I felt so stupid for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I just paid it and said thanks. And left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I felt so stupid, I still want to go back to that place. Especially after checking out their websites. &lt;a href="http://www.silverfishbooks.com"&gt;www.silverfishbooks.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are Malaysia's leading publisher of Postcolonial and World Literature bookstore. A bookstore where import books that are not in the megastore shelves, and sometimes not even amazon.com! In another words, RARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shop is also the shop where Malaysian International Literature Society (MILS) meets. Now, I know why they are irritated with my comments. I just showed them that I am not aware of their existance when they are actually famous. I am not observant enough..Aiks.. I feel so small for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd you know what? I actually parked RIGHT in front of this shop! Fate actually brought me there and I didnt open my eyes big enough to see what is in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am silly. *blink*blink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-7813765546336881642?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7813765546336881642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=7813765546336881642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/7813765546336881642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/7813765546336881642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/11/3rd-november-2006-my-chronicle-to-get.html' title='3rd November 2006 - My chronicle to get another chronicle'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-7402968523705203209</id><published>2006-10-27T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:27:30.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>ok. I have went for a hair cut today. Thanks to Devilboy, now I have new hair cut by Simon.&lt;br /&gt;Razor's Edge, Old Wing, One Utama. (Thanks Devil for reminding me!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Cost me RM80 + RM25 (for using "special" expensive Keratase shampoo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4952/955648216055344/320/PIC000060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heeeee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Told my friend Jacky about it. she said it is expensive! She told me that she paid only RM55 for a hair cut in Peekaboo. Gulp. I think I didnt ask before I go? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-7402968523705203209?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7402968523705203209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=7402968523705203209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/7402968523705203209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/7402968523705203209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-hair-cut.html' title='New Hair Cut'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-3181211945874280733</id><published>2006-10-27T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:22:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 October 2006</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post something yesterday. But blogger was down the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream I am back to school again. This time, I was suppose to sit for an exam. I remember the subject clearly. It was Mathematics. I remember I flip thru the Mathematic "dictionary"(yeah, it is a dictionary!). I remember telling myself, I didnt study hard, I was fooling around, I would have fail this test by end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting on the wooden chair with wooden table for the test. In my dreams, there's a few more friends (unknown to real). I was holding a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I am in a house. The house was mine. (unknown in real). I clear up my bag which was full of papers and rubbish. I was wondering why it was filled with that. I told myself that this bag is an old good bag that was bought from Vincci. (in real, non existance). I wanted to wash the bag with my laundry.. But I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I am in a shop. Junk food shop to be exact. With a few of my good friends. (unknown in real). We were browsing thru the stores, looking ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;finally, I grabbed 2 big bag of mamee. At that point, I told myself I was craving for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a few details. I know there are more...but I could not remember anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didnt change for the past few days. Exactly the same. Exactly the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-3181211945874280733?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3181211945874280733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=3181211945874280733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3181211945874280733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3181211945874280733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/27-october-2006.html' title='27 October 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-4361359275761090921</id><published>2006-10-25T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:59:53.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 October 2006</title><content type='html'>Had a nap in the afternoon. And had this weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that my bf came to my room and sat there to look at me. I reached out to him.&lt;br /&gt;we hugged and kissed. I was asking myself then, is this real or it is a dream? Am I really dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being so happy that he finally wants to hug me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until...I open my eyes. Blink.Blink. Shit. I am still in bed. All alone. It is a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I was feeling abit dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nap was tiring to me actually. I couldnt get up at all. I tried to get up, but I couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;My body keep telling me that I am tired. I need those sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 3 hours later, I finally forced myself up. It is 7pm now. And I have no idea what will happen next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-4361359275761090921?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4361359275761090921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=4361359275761090921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/4361359275761090921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/4361359275761090921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/25-october-2006.html' title='25 October 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-2041557995604102210</id><published>2006-10-24T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:54:02.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 October 2006</title><content type='html'>I have not been sleeping well since last Wednesday. And I have been sleeping late these few days too. Sleep late and woke up at 10am, latest. Even I do dream, I have forget it instantly when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to remember the dreams now. Bf problems is not settled yet until now...&lt;br /&gt;When will it end? so I can start dreaming again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-2041557995604102210?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2041557995604102210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=2041557995604102210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2041557995604102210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2041557995604102210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/24-october-2006.html' title='24 October 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-2662766863388280967</id><published>2006-10-20T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:44:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 October 2006</title><content type='html'>My dreams are scattered yesterday. Bits and pieces here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember 1 scenario:&lt;br /&gt;A fren and I was in a shopping mall No idea what, but I remember we were in Giant store.&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for something...but end up, didnt buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat lunch after that. 5 minutes into the conversation while having lunch, I realised I have dropped my mobile phone in Giant store (In real, my mobile phone is part of me. Without the phone, I will be restless.).&lt;br /&gt;I never stood up and walk back to giant to find it. I was telling my friend that we should go look for it after we are done lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the "action" slipped off my mind. We happily drove back to where we were suppose to go. Halfway, I shouted "Oh no! My phone!"&lt;br /&gt;I insisted my friend to drive us back to Giant.&lt;br /&gt;but instead, he drove back to my house to build a table. I thought he was building the table to find my mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;I let him hammer and saw for awhile. His brother(I think) came join and helped. His brother asked him his purpose of making the table. He stopped. And looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;and then it hit me. I said"actually, we dont need this table to find my phone right?Moreover, it maybe too big to fit in the car"&lt;br /&gt;He then put down his hammer and nails, and sigh. I said to his brother while folding up the unfinished table "Well, this is the unfinished project 1! Hahaha! " His brother just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;We drove off again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I never seee ourselves stepping into the mall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream continues to another scenary about my bf and I. Both of us had a big arguement 2 nights ago. It was so big that he wanted to break with me. But I hold on. From that night onwards, we are now sleeping in seperate rooms. He told me the night he was angry, that he no longer treat me as his gf, and I should not be treating him as his bf. And I should move out instantly the next day (yesterday). Yesterday, he didnt shove me out. He was cold to me. Later in the night, he treated me better. We cleaned the whole house together and it was the closest moment I have ever felt with him that time. But, it stopped. He didnt ask me to move back to the same room, didnt say anything. I was hoping he will, ask me...but he didnt. I think this is what triggers the dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf and I are so happy together. Bf hugged me and I felt so loved. Bf and I were so happy in my dream. He gave me the loving look and hugged me well.. I felt so warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this dream will come true. But what I felt was at the edge of the relationship, at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually feeling unhappy right now. I dont know if he still wants me. Or he just want me to be around to work(I am working with him in his company).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already thinking of wanting to fly away to another country, and avoid all this.. start anew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...I am getting sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cry*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-2662766863388280967?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2662766863388280967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=2662766863388280967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2662766863388280967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/2662766863388280967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/20-october-2006.html' title='20 October 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-3425591654037655516</id><published>2006-10-17T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:09:52.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 October 2006</title><content type='html'>yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wet dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feels the tingling in my body....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-3425591654037655516?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3425591654037655516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=3425591654037655516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3425591654037655516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3425591654037655516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/17-october-2006.html' title='17 October 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-6503145692883460350</id><published>2006-10-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:32:28.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"woman" driver! sheesh!</title><content type='html'>somehow, I realised some drivers are just so insensitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, I was following this female driver.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed her rear view mirror was facing her breast area (well, that i s obvious that she is not adjusting it to view the rear).. true enough.. shes applying her make up, and picking whatever in her eyes, and making faces in the mirror... hmmm.... and guess what... she was so engrossed doing it until the green had passed for 5 secs or so (or equivalent to 2 car passes through the lights)... unluicky enough.. I have to follow her all the way for another 5 kms or so... sigh.insensitive, self centered... totally oblivious to the traffic chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours ago,.. I was in front of Citibank, KL, ready to turn out to the main road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard a loud bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look see look see,... ah...accident. Not far from where I was. JUST infront of the Restaurant Bisik. (only that it is going to KLCC direction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Camry hit a Nissan Sentra.&lt;br /&gt;Camry - lady driver (must be the lady like i mentioned earlier!)&lt;br /&gt;Nissan Sentra - another lady driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage control: Camry - Not a scratch (Tough car! I must say!)&lt;br /&gt;                              Sentra- Bumper crack (I believe the bumper must have been changed before!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, that is a straight road! And the Camry driver was still able to hit another car in front of her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what happen next?&lt;br /&gt;since their "accident" happen in the middle of the road (2nd lane from left/right), they just stop in the middle of the road and hog the whole road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody have to squeeze to the left lane!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why cant they f***ing move the car to the side and talk about it? Or drive to the nearest petrol station, or police station?&lt;br /&gt;Not like the car engine died or something????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentality sure are shallow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-6503145692883460350?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6503145692883460350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=6503145692883460350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6503145692883460350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6503145692883460350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/woman-driver-sheesh.html' title='&quot;woman&quot; driver! sheesh!'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-6077279000897808874</id><published>2006-10-11T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:51:09.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another dream - 11th October 2006</title><content type='html'>Do we have labels for people who dream everyday?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream again yesterday. I have been dreaming almost everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday dream.. back to school again. (I wonder what it means, why I always dream of schools)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis time, I dream that I wore roller blade to school. I was a pro in roller blade in the dream. (real life - i only know how to rollerblade - walk, but not the stunts)&lt;br /&gt;In fact, alot of my friends in there (unknown in real life) rollerblades in school. It was like a norm thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I have a group of cool friends. Mixture of girls and guys. We all speak good english and talk about cool things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember much at this point. I think I should make a point to write in the morning, when I could have remember more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-6077279000897808874?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6077279000897808874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=6077279000897808874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6077279000897808874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/6077279000897808874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-dream-11th-october-2006.html' title='Another dream - 11th October 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-8388478215709661761</id><published>2006-10-10T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:24:33.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 legged animal with a white ring tail'/><title type='text'>Surprise Visit early in the morning at 6++am - 7++ am</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I played games a little on MSN Messenger. Solitaire Showdown. Addictive!Finally, hit the sack at 2:30am. Was so tired that snoze off immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dream started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma house was a semi detached house. Her neighbour is actually our far away siblings. Both the house have nice garden. But only my neighbour have swing, double swing in fact! Those round swing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the dream started that I was there with my female friends, Adriana, Geraldine, ... and 3&lt;br /&gt;more girls, i cant remember who.THey Met me at my grandma's neighbour house. We were all suppose to change our shoe to a paper white shoe (what reason? I have no idea. In my dream, I just did it like it was understood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of us hopped into a bus filled with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, talking laughing, teasing playing with the kids..then suddenly.. a screeching sound. Like ghost screeching sound!My hearts beat like hell!Everyone kept quiet. The sound continue, getting louder. THis time with a few bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real, I knew my heart was beating fast. My hand shook Al to wake up. He woke up with a jump. And I followed him. Then I realized, the sound is actually real!He wanted to grab the steel next to the closet, and then, i can see he changed his mind. He went to the window to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: I cannot figure out what it is. Look like a cat,but not. Look like a squirrel, but too big for squirrel. :\ They are all running around on the roof. Like playing or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious myself now. I went to the window while he hit back the sack.I looked left and right, I cant see anything at all. But the sound is still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the living room next to my room, and open the curtain to see.&lt;br /&gt;There it is! a creature with four leg, pointed nose, brown colour, and 1 significant thing - ONE ring tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a baby, crying for help. It was hanging on my window grill, crying and crying. I could have open the window and let it come in, and make it a pet...but..I decided not. I have no idea what is it! What if it eat human flesh? !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crying for a few good minutes. And I was standing there with Alton watching it cries a few good minutes. We were guessing what it was. "Raccoon, beagle..." "no not beagle. Very close to Raccoon." "But, it has a face of a mouse!" "hmm..too big for mouse." "Maybe it is Raccoon." "How on earth a raccoon come to a housing area?" *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, A bigger head pop up. The small one stop crying. And then more heads pop up!Ahh...1 happy family! 1 mother with 4 kids. When the mother came up, she really reminds me of a raccoon, but with sharper nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off they go. And we went back to bed. I checked the clock. It was only 7:00am! no wonder the sky is still not bright. Few minutes later, the screeching sound came again. Quite near. I went to check on the windows again.&lt;br /&gt;Ah..the baby was left behind again! It was seating on the pipe screaming again. I saw my neighbour uncle came and looked at it. I hope he had the answer on what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize something very unusual. There was a crow looking at it. It called out. And more crows appear. lots of crow calling. They were all flying around and lining up at the roof top, all faces the poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that scene, it feels like Vultures waiting for preys to die slowly. *stunned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked and looked. And I was thinking, I should have my own camera! to take these pictures! Wanted to take Al's SLR, but he said: "It is too dark! You wont see a thing!The flash will bounced back!" So "motivational", he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the mommie came and grab the baby by its teeth and went away. The crow followed. You can actually hear the crow calling fade slowly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back to bed(which I was suppose to wake up and go to the gym), i suddenly remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CAMERA ON MY PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping the creature will come back again. So I can take a good picture of it, and find out what is it! I was googling on "raccoon" pictures. Raccoon face is way too flat compare to the creature I saw. And raccoon tail have more rings than this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 legged creature, with only 1 white ring on the tail,face like mouse (pointy nose), but big like raccoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know what is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-8388478215709661761?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8388478215709661761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=8388478215709661761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/8388478215709661761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/8388478215709661761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/surprise-visit-early-in-morning-at-6am.html' title='Surprise Visit early in the morning at 6++am - 7++ am'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-148463543048661382</id><published>2006-10-09T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:15:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 October 2006 - Brief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq/s320x240" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic: Taken while on the way to Langkawi Island, Malaysia by MAS airline from KLIA. Taken with Nikon 4200 (compact digital camera) w/o flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th October 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather in Malaysia: Rained today (fantastic!) It has been hazy these few days. the haze is "killing" alot of people, and giving alot of people reasons not to go out too (namely, excuses to be lazy at home, ppl like me!ha ha!)&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I dont remember seeing the Sun today. I wonder where it has gone hiding!*tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have wash my laundries yesterday. If not, god knows when will they be dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature: Hot &amp;amp; Cold. .. haha. Ok. The temperature fluctuates today. From 28 degrees up to 31 degrees, and drop drastically when it rained heavily earlier today at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is like a Saturday to me. Tomorrow will be a public holiday for Selangor state in Malaysia. (yahoo!)&lt;br /&gt;Basically, didnt do alot today for work. made a few phone calls, went to a client place to pick up a form, and feel like jumping into the bed a few times. I am so lazyyyyyy today!&lt;br /&gt;Blame the weather! Blame the weather! (hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;crap. I think I am being influenced heavily by the haze! Frankly, I cant really see the the building in front of my place. Usually, I can see them with the clear sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, let's see what I am going to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Study some management book (at least 1/2 hour!!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Look up for good company name (yeah. Wanna start up a company with my buddy soon!!!yeay!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Go for a movie, Rob-b-hood (maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;4) Catch the Korean Series - My Girl on the cable tv at 8:30pm - 9:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta get my ass to the gym! Sooooon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's list:&lt;br /&gt;1) Meet up with my buddy to talk about the set up&lt;br /&gt;2) Go to the gym&lt;br /&gt;3) Study on Management&lt;br /&gt;4) Got to go out with some friends for tea break at night! Or else, I am going to go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Cross fingers I will make a better list tomrrow to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-148463543048661382?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/148463543048661382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=148463543048661382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/148463543048661382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/148463543048661382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/9-october-2006-brief.html' title='9 October 2006 - Brief'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-5492101963667158043</id><published>2006-10-09T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:06:14.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My past dream - 6th October 2006</title><content type='html'>I dream I was in my mum's place with my sister. My mum place is actually a single storey link house.My sister was hanging some clothes at the car porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly...the house shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the whole house was being moved. The next thing I know, my mum's place was moved to an empty land,not far from the old location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happen to the old location? it become an empty space.(in my dream, i knew that the space will be re created to a double storey house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, out of the house, I saw another housing area with big houses, still under construction, and some bushes around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i know, I was talking to my dad, my sis. we were talking about what was happening to the house. I saw a car behind me, that i thought was my mum house. (!!) Dont know why I think that in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a weird dream that I cannot forget. I hope someone can tell me what do they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another one... coming up next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-5492101963667158043?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5492101963667158043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=5492101963667158043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/5492101963667158043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/5492101963667158043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-past-dream-6th-october-2006.html' title='My past dream - 6th October 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-3568741827137624526</id><published>2006-10-09T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:53:29.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 9th October 2006</title><content type='html'>I have another dream again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I have been dreaming about schools recently.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday dream was vivid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream I was back to school, i dream i was seated at the last row. There were alot of other students. I was not a prefect, but a normal student. Someone actually elected me to be a prefect, in my dream, i didnt make decision to take the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I forgot where I put my purse. In my dream, it seems that I forgot about my purse for a few days already. Someone told me that my purse is with a guy seated on the first row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to talk to him, and he looked at me. Ok. I cannot remember his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i know, I was walking into a classroom.&lt;br /&gt;I saw 2 teachers. One female + one male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I remember, smuggling, transporting, and lying..some premiums was send to the school to me, and I was required to export them (about 100 of them) out of the school, without anyone really realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling the teacher that I need to excuse myself to the loading bay. To check some stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-3568741827137624526?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3568741827137624526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=3568741827137624526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3568741827137624526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/3568741827137624526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/dream-9th-october-2006.html' title='Dream 9th October 2006'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828670185925383000.post-1370025032005006465</id><published>2006-10-07T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:48:24.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I accidentally deleted the whole blog...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, this blog was only 1 day old.&lt;br /&gt;now..I dont know if i remember what I wrote yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will post again later tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream that I cannot forget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7828670185925383000-1370025032005006465?l=dbeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1370025032005006465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7828670185925383000&amp;postID=1370025032005006465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/1370025032005006465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7828670185925383000/posts/default/1370025032005006465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dbeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>laundrygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227951626993089316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pics.livejournal.com/laundrygal/pic/00001twq'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
