<?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-7760679</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:51:11.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>Initially for my rantings, but now inspired by Illustration Friday!...We'll see how long this creative urge of mine will last...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MsAvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00139029210021040714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760679.post-110759554855338594</id><published>2005-02-05T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T17:29:05.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/2683/640/friendship-scanned-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/2683/320/friendship-scanned-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my illo on 'Friendship' - It is supposed to be a scene in a typical changing room in the malls. 'Friendship' is when you are size 14 but insist on trying on that size 12 dress and your gf has to help you squeeze yourself into the dress that just would not zip up! You try your very best to suck in your tummy and wish that that very action could suck the fats out of your luv-handles too....yeaahhhhhhhh-THAT, to me, is friendship amongst girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7760679-110759554855338594?l=firstdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110759554855338594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7760679&amp;postID=110759554855338594' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110759554855338594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110759554855338594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/02/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>MsAvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00139029210021040714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760679.post-110733611090460403</id><published>2005-02-02T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T17:21:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He e-mailed!</title><content type='html'>Yes! The recruitment consultant who must think I am a bimbo by now, e-mailed me yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7760679-110733611090460403?l=firstdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110733611090460403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7760679&amp;postID=110733611090460403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110733611090460403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110733611090460403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/02/he-e-mailed.html' title='He e-mailed!'/><author><name>MsAvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00139029210021040714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760679.post-110716785064950927</id><published>2005-01-31T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:38:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of January 2005</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am blogging just because I realised that before this post, I hv been writing only once a month so far-July, Dec and January. So, must make at least 2 posts for January 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pseudo-contributing to Illustration Friday-honest! The illos for every week are all in my sketchbook. But, no time to actually paint them and scan and do touch-ups with MicPhoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was a bimbo for a bit. Got a phone call from a recruitment consultant whilst I was cooking dinner. I updated my CV 2 weeks ago and was in an 'application-frenzy', applying for all jobs overseas, which I thought I was qualified for. I didn't keep track of the vacancies I sent my CVs for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy called, from London. He didn't know what time it was in Malaysia. It was 9.30 p.m. He asked whether it was a good time to talk, I said yes whilst watching from the corner of my eye PIMA struggling with the steak on the griller. Then, he started asking the typical questions that recruitment consultants ask candidates. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"So, tell me, why do you want to apply for a job in Anonymous Country?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I applied for it, not because of the Anonymous Country per se, but because of the job description i.e. job scope. I have been wanting to get into in-house blah3x....and this seems to be a good opportunity to do so blah3x..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Oh I see, so you are wanting to get into in-house, Ms Avatar. But the job you applied for is in an international law firm in Anonymous Country. So, are you only interested in in-house positions?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*aaaaaahhhhh...wrong job! I was thinking of the wrong vacancy all this while??? Did i even apply for this job?*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Oh..no...I am also interested in private practice. I am interested in both..." &lt;strong&gt;*trying very hard to sound convincing whilst slamming right hand onto upper part of face*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the lesson to be learnt is - after sending your applications, bring the list of all the positions you have applied for together with the corresponding recruitment consultants, &lt;strong&gt;wherever you go&lt;/strong&gt;...cos you never know when these guys will call you up. And, don't apply for more than 1 job in any 1 country. Gets too confusing. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard from him since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7760679-110716785064950927?l=firstdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110716785064950927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7760679&amp;postID=110716785064950927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110716785064950927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110716785064950927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/01/end-of-january-2005.html' title='End of January 2005'/><author><name>MsAvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00139029210021040714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760679.post-110512622544985975</id><published>2005-01-08T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T10:00:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/2683/640/050108_DisasterRelief3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/2683/320/050108_DisasterRelief3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that this is a bit late for Illustration Friday. It's not only late, it's a bit sloppy (mixture of blue ballpoint pen, watercolour and Photoshop tips and tricks (Photoshop is with the help of &lt;a href="http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/2004/07/pink-and-brown.html"&gt;PIMA &lt;/a&gt;of course, which left me gushing with "WOW!", "Splendid!" "Really...?!!!" "U THA best!"). BUT - I have grouses that are bursting out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above is supposed to illustrate the accompanying pic to headlines in the local newspapers nearly every day of last week after the tsunami tragedy started. I do not know whether this week is experiencing the same fate simply because I have stopped reading the newspapers this week for the reason you will find out below. I now only watch BBC and CNN on the telly and read the news on BBC and CNN websites to keep me updated with news on the tsunami tragedy. No printed material for me for awhile - i vowed, till the the media-hype as I am about to describe below, dies down, or rather, stop altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government, newspapers and various non-government organisations have set up charity funds to accept monetary donations from the public. I support this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But &lt;/strong&gt;what &lt;strong&gt;irked &lt;/strong&gt;me last week was the fact that pictures of individuals representing corporations, handing over mock cheques to ministers and politicians etc. who are heading the various disaster relief funds, appear on the front pages and main pages of local newspapers. In addition, the names together with the corresponding sum of donations (only those that are higher than RM1,000) of donors to the newspapers' funds are listed daily in the respective newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if the news of &lt;strong&gt;who-donated-how-much &lt;/strong&gt;were equally important with the news of the victims themselves. The importance placed on the news of these donors does not seem to be necessary, I feel. It was like a competition between wealthy individuals, competing as to the sum that is being donated, and publicising the said gesture for whatever reasons. I know that at the end of the day, the victims would still benefit from the generous donations, but it still irked me as I can't help but feel as if certain groups of people are taking adavantage of this tragedy to publicise their generosity which perhaps is hoped to generate good publicity for the donors in the corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what exactly that irked me in this whole scenario, you may ask? The answer is two-fold:-&lt;br /&gt;(i) The mock cheques; and&lt;br /&gt;(ii)The ceremonies/functions (which I am sure have been carefully organised) in which the said mock cheques are presented (which of course MUST be in the presence of reporters and photographers from various newspapers and magazines present).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you blame me for being irked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7760679-110512622544985975?l=firstdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110512622544985975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7760679&amp;postID=110512622544985975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110512622544985975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110512622544985975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/2005/01/disaster-relief.html' title='Disaster Relief'/><author><name>MsAvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00139029210021040714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760679.post-110447993257203671</id><published>2004-12-31T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T22:38:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/2683/640/041231_Magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/2683/320/041231_Magic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic for this week's Illustration Friday is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Must explain the pic above. I used to have a problem with finding the perfect eyeliner. Whatever eyeliner that I use, be it the waterproof or smudgeproof or liquid eye make-up that won't budge ones - they would just smudge within the hour of putting them on! Correction-within the MINUTE of putting them on. There would always be a line of eyeliner on the crease of my eyelid, after the initial shut-open-shut eyes ritual post- eyeliner-application. Hated that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the smudge-look started being in style, my 'natural' smudge-look was not the right look! After much complaining to product-pushers at the make-up counters, I was told I have sweaty eye-area (?). Hence, no eye liner could stick on my eyelids. But, I shouldn't fret because the smudge-look is in, yadda yadda yadda. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Aaaaaah! But I want the Cleopatra look!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can now! Thanks to Stila's Smudge Pots! It comes in a few colours. Mine's black and it works like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my eyelids! It stays put even when I cry or perspire or rub my eye(s)...and the only thing that could effectively remove those magical Smudge Pots is either Johnson&amp;amp;Johnson's baby oil (for a cheap solution) or a proper eye make-up remover (which is definitely more exp than baby oil). If you have neither, be rest assured you would look like a tired raccoon the next day (if all you did was to wash your face with facial cleanser to remove the ever-magical-Smudge Pots) or even longer until you actually use the proper remover. Luv it, luv it, lurrrrv it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7760679-110447993257203671?l=firstdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110447993257203671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7760679&amp;postID=110447993257203671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110447993257203671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110447993257203671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/2004/12/magic.html' title='Magic!'/><author><name>MsAvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00139029210021040714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760679.post-110318729956145532</id><published>2004-12-16T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T16:54:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/2683/640/oris%20watch1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/153/2683/320/oris%20watch1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The watch that i really2x want!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7760679-110318729956145532?l=firstdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/110318729956145532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7760679&amp;postID=110318729956145532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110318729956145532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/110318729956145532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/2004/12/watch-that-i-really2x-want.html' title=''/><author><name>MsAvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00139029210021040714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760679.post-109090408376122479</id><published>2004-07-28T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T12:08:50.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink and brown</title><content type='html'>Have now realised that where you work has a huge impact on how you dress. For e.g. if I were still working in PBD, I would have bought the pink and brown tweed jacket from ZARA without blinking an eye. But, I am not anymore. Am now working in an area which a person-I-most-adore described as "tempat paling Melayu sekali kat KL". When I was eyeing the pink &amp; brown last weekend, and gushing "so nicccccccccccccceeeeeeee", the 1st thing person-I-most-adore (aka PIMA) said was "U sure...? U work in ...., u know". Dunno when God made PIMA the fashion police, but he made practical sense. So now, I just have to wait for the time when I am most depressed - when the only thing that'd cheer me up would be the pink&amp;amp;brown! Why? it's called retail therapy babeh. Has to be soon tho', cos u know la KL-ites, good things get off the rack very fast and the next thing u know -"we've run out of it and now have to wait for new stock..blah3x..." ARRRGGGHHH..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7760679-109090408376122479?l=firstdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/109090408376122479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7760679&amp;postID=109090408376122479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/109090408376122479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760679/posts/default/109090408376122479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstdiaries.blogspot.com/2004/07/pink-and-brown.html' title='Pink and brown'/><author><name>MsAvatar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00139029210021040714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
