I bought it!! I bought the 3rd Generation iPod Nano! Well, okay.. I used my dad’s credit card to buy it as he said it was for my 21st birthday, which is a long time more. 16th of January, to be exact. Just so you know. *looks around innocently*
Intrigued by the roundness of the new iPod nano and the sweet ass colours that it comes in (white, black, turqoise, emerald green and metallic red), I finally headed to Mac City at Cineleisure Damansara with my brother on Saturday to purchase it. It has 8Gb and can play songs(duh), play videos, store photos and play a few in-build games. All these for RM872!
It’s so freaking small and light.
About the thickness of three credit cards.
Even the port looks so sleek. Mmm. By the way, I still can’t get over how convenient iTunes is.
Someone told me that they went back to their original design of having a mirrored surface on the back of the machine. Very sexy!!
I’m sorry I have bad taste in music, close one eye lah. I just love the colours so much. As I’m a first time iPod user, I guess it would only be understandable why I would rave about the quality of the audio. Absolutely brilliant!!
Just so that I can show you how my nails matches my iPod! Actually it matches my handphones more. 🙂
Uploading a video into my iPod was pretty tedious. I had to convert the original .avi file(an episode of Greek) into a .mov file with my trusty Xilisoft video converter. Inside iTunes, there is another converter and then sync as usual.
I once tried converting an episode of Ugly Betty into a .3gp format to watch on my handphone. I was beyond ecstatic but maybe my handphone’s screen was far too small and maybe because Ugly Betty is kind of boring that’s why it didn’t seem so great on my handphone. But on the iPod nano, I was actually hooked on the episode and could totally understand everything that was going on in the movie. Which means that it’s really clear and the audio kicks ass!
When you leave the …er.. selection bar?.. you know, that blue thingie…? Anyway, yeah, so when you leave that blue thingie on ‘Music’, you get the cover arts fading in and out at the right side. Very pretty!
I really regret deleting all the cover arts that I’ve had previously. 🙁
The colours of the games are so sharp!
The photos looks even better on the iPod screen then the LCD screen on my own digital camera. Shy only, Ah Lumix~!
A mini photo album to bring everywhere.
I just love how crisp the colours are.
This one looks like it is part of a movie. Hehe.
On saturday night, Daryl had a small gathering to celebrate his 21st birthday. Just some barbecued stuff and some alcohol and some chips to go around. We spent the night sitting around, sharing stupid anecdotes. Somethings never change.
Awww.. so cute!
I don’t know who ordered the cake but it’s quite mean! LOL! Daryl’s the type who doesn’t mind to be poked fun at. It’s still funny to see Fat Ass on a primp and proper looking cheesecake.
The lot of us that night.
back row: l-r: Justin, Wilson, Chee Kiang
front row: l-r: Daryl’s Aunty, Huei Yann, Amanda, Daryl’s Sis Ashley, Daryl, Nadine, Jon and myself.
Another photo with me standing up!
October 1st marks the death anniversary of my grandfather. Since my grandmother passed away within days of my grandfather’s death, we would commemorate their deaths on the same day.
What I found strangely amusing was my aunty and dad’s decision to burn Princess Diana magazines for my grandmother to read in the, er, other world. Hehehe. She has always been a huge Princess Di fan.(and also Dr. Mahathir! Woot!) I hope no one comes after me for burning photos of Diana. My poor grandmother is very bored in the other world okay!
It was her own magazine collection anyway. From the looks of Prince William and Harry, it’s quite obvious that those mags are pretty old.
We were wondering what reading material would my grandfather like and immediately thought of burning a copy of The News Straits Time for him. He can then resume his government bashing while flipping through the newspapers in the other world. I think if my grandfather grew up in a younger era than the one he was in, he would definitely be a huge political blog fan or maybe own his own political blog.
My Aunty asked my brother to eat the fruits after praying and he snobbishly replied, “Mmmf, I like my fruits with souls, thank you very much.” Apparently after the fruit has been eaten, the fruits become rather bland. The science student in me is thinking chemical reaction between the -CHO groups in the fruits and the carbon of the ashes that floats around. Okay, maybe my chemistry is beyond salvage. Sorry lah, studying about teeth for the past three years what to do!
One thing I love about being a Chinese is that we get to play with fire a lot. Mooncake festival, Hungry ghost festival etc etc. My Aunty asked us to light some joss sticks and my brother went straight up to to the Tei Chi Kung’s(some god guard) bowl with a floating candle to ‘borrow’ some fire from the candle. My aunty was scolding him because he wasn’t supposed to do that. Hahahha. I went to tell my Mum about it and said, “Just now Mervyn took the fire straight from the Pat Yat Kong’s floating candle.” and my mother scolded me because it’s called Tei Chi Kung(Ground God or something), not Pat Yat Kung.(Very Old Man)
My aunty and mother had a good laugh about our *ahem* young and naive ways of the taoist life.
My mother was telling me that there was once where my brother tried to put out the flames in his joss stick by hitting it on the ground. Got sound effects somemore, “Shah shah shah!” .. I laughed at my mum lah as she’s always doing funny sound effects without actually meaning to be funny. Thinking that he must’ve been such a cute little boy of about 8 doing that, I asked, “Hahaha, how old was he?!” and she was like, “Just last January only what,” -_- Mervyn, mervyn..
We then talked about religion and my mother was telling us that when she brought my brother to do his MyKad a couple of weeks’ back, he gave the clerks a bit of a headache as he wanted to fill the religion part as “Free Thinker” or “Atheist”. He was pretty serious about it. Hahaha. Obviously my dad didn’t find this very funny. He was like, “You’re buddhist.” in a this-is-the-end-of-the-discussion way.
My cousin Shevie then turned to ask me, “Cheh, do you believe in God?” and I’m like, “Have to lah. Must pass exams one mah!” and she was like, “LOLOLOL Me too!”. Now, now, before you pushy Christians jump in joy, when I say God I mean my own God. The Gohonzon. My father makes me chant the mantra whenever I’m facing any difficulties. My father told me that the Buddha is inside me and the more I chant, the more powerful it becomes. Hence, what I do understand is that having a faith is for confidence purposes.
Enough of religion talk. So not my cup of tea. Moving on…
We bring flowers to my grandparents’ marble slate thing whenever we visit. That’s me bringing back the plastic bag to my Aunty to put the flowers in.
Nasi Lemak for my grandfather and Hokkien Mee for my grandmother.
I don’t know if I’ll still be doing these thing when I’m their age.
Purple orchids. Just like the one my grandfather tended to lovingly in his garden. His garden was his pride and joy. Even though he has a bad back(His back is hunched at a 90 degrees angle, thus having a Hunchback appearence ever since he was 40. TB of the vertebra it seems.), he would still squat in the garden for hours thus resulting in his garden flourishing beautifully. However, when he passed away, his garden died together with him. The rest of us are all brown thumbed.
The Hell currency! There’s even a freakin’ signature there by the Hell King. Yeah okay.
Burning the magazines for my grandmother. Don’t crucify me!! It’s a chinese tradition!!
Ah, being chinese rocks. *gazes lovingly at the flickering flames*
Now, for some bimbotic self indulgences:
Here are some of my spoils from last week’s trip to the Weekend Flea Market at The Curve!
This dress is only RM30! Heck, the entire shop was selling for RM30 per piece! Good for class!
Statement t-shirts going at 2 for RM50. Damn funny lah the sayings.
This is so me!
And a golden heart necklace. Damn damn pretty.
I made Chee Kiang buy this for me from Vivocity. Hehehe. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it but thought it was a waste of money. But it’s not! It’s damn cute and huggable! Really soft. It also makes a good stool!
And some pictures to remind myself that I’m a third year dental student, no longer a 2nd year dental student who is under the impression that she is still on holiday.
This is a class 3 cavity preparation. We had to preserve the enamel on the labial aspect for aesthetic reasons. Everything was done while using the mouth mirror to view. Indirect vision is damn pening kapala.
After filling it up with composite.
And here I am, making a Class 5 cavity preparation on a lowar molar.
Kinda depressed about my cavities are still so ugly and big. Oh well, practice practice practice.
I’ll reply comments for the previous post when I wake up in the morning!