<?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-2658888507320937092</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:35:05.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Hugs &amp; Kisses -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-3419912224592541773</id><published>2010-06-21T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:23:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>292th post. Also the last post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many things had happened in a short few months &amp;amp; its time for me to truly move on to another stage of life, to make decisions &amp;amp; put it in actions instead of wasting time here &amp;amp; there over meaningless thing. Hoping to start afresh people. This blog will still stay but starting from now, this blog will only serve as a sweet memory for myself, to remind me of who I'm back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- The new blog - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristine-cheng.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cristine-cheng.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you people there&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once more, I just wanted to say out loud that I still missed you. My feelings for you are still there but I respect you &amp;amp; choose to be a friend who truly cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-3419912224592541773?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/3419912224592541773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=3419912224592541773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3419912224592541773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3419912224592541773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/06/292th-post-also-last-post.html' title='292th post. Also the last post.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-374298897484952609</id><published>2010-06-07T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:54:16.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for some wine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These days, I find it hard to go all into hardcore partying&amp;amp;drinking. Maybe its the crowd, maybe its the music, maybe its the club. Sometimes its good, sometimes its just norm. Couldn't find the excitement &amp;amp; the right mood for it like how I did last time. When I'm really troubled these days, I tend to buy a bottle of wine, light up some candles, put on some really soft music, burn some aroma oil &amp;amp; spend my night in the balcony alone, thinking, star-gazing, having a moment to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAvPFMoQRNI/AAAAAAAACpU/zNPWphUA7aM/s1600/IMG00088-20100419-0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAvPFMoQRNI/AAAAAAAACpU/zNPWphUA7aM/s400/IMG00088-20100419-0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479701059822699730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes its red..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAvPEsNDmKI/AAAAAAAACpM/6YpVaHF8A0I/s1600/IMG00151-20100504-0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAvPEsNDmKI/AAAAAAAACpM/6YpVaHF8A0I/s400/IMG00151-20100504-0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479701051118688418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes its white..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But of course, after a long blissful night, the trouble still await the following morning. Problems don't just go away by themselve, that's something I know. It needs to be faced, treated &amp;amp; solved. I'm still trying to find the right solution for this time. I'm tired of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old-way-apologizing-then-ignore-the-problem-because-everything-is-back2normal&lt;/span&gt;. Its just a really bad timing for this to happen, since it collide with other problems. And the worst part, exam is just round the corner &amp;amp; I find it so hard to study with the messed up mind of mine =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's coming back tomorrow &amp;amp; its only going to get uglier. Brace for it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Day 5: Spent the whole morning &amp;amp; noon sulking over my family problem. I heard the conversation &amp;amp; heard the change of plans again from my brother. I wonder what's really on his mind. I wonder how much he changed. I just miss the old him in a way but people do grow up &amp;amp; move on to different stages &amp;amp; their priorities changes too. Manage to spend the evening going over two topic. Its only when I'm back alone, you came into my mind. Would it be very wrong if I'm missing you? I guess not right. I still regret sending you the message the other day. Hoping you will not misunderstand. Its gonna be a 60% for the day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-374298897484952609?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/374298897484952609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=374298897484952609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/374298897484952609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/374298897484952609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/06/craving-for-some-wine.html' title='Craving for some wine..'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAvPFMoQRNI/AAAAAAAACpU/zNPWphUA7aM/s72-c/IMG00088-20100419-0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-3459798401872814413</id><published>2010-06-06T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T02:09:45.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The infamous Cold War.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is tons of things out there that have the power to bring me down, but when it comes to family, they are the ultimate one that can bring me not down, but makes me go all crazy &amp;amp; haywire. The pain is comes from deep within, the problems can stress me out 24/7, drives my mind crazy, making me feels like I'm living on the verge of breaking down every single second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to me &amp;amp; my parents, love can really exist between me &amp;amp; them. Don't get me wrong, I love them to the max, they give life to me, they shower me with all their love &amp;amp; tried their best to give the best damn life could me. But then, there's almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;communication &amp;amp; understanding between me &amp;amp; them. And yet, love still exist. I tried all the ways, talking to them, arguing with them, standing strong on my point, showing it to them, all kind of ways I can think of, but till now, none prove to be success. And one more thing, the trust is no longer there. They said I betrayed their trust &amp;amp; yet, they never ever tried to understand for once why I did the stuff I did at times. I admit I had my faults back then, I fell &amp;amp; learned from my lessons but I truly believe that it never hurts to let me take a small step of my own once in awhile instead of locking me up. There's so much more &amp;amp; it hurts only not them but me too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad, mom, both of you are the few person I love the most in the world but if only we could tried to communicate &amp;amp; understand, each taking a step back instead of the way it is now.. It would only be so much better =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway had a new hair cut again few weeks past but since I didn't blog on my blog for like so long, I guess its good to upload a few new pictures of mine.. Am getting used to this hairstyle &amp;amp; it makes me feels like I'm 15 again.. That's what my friends say anyway.. There's more description to it.. Mushroom.. Tweety bird.. Maruko Chan.. Take your pick =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAqMllGiSuI/AAAAAAAACpE/P-YiPkI5kGM/s1600/IMG00200-20100522-1844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAqMllGiSuI/AAAAAAAACpE/P-YiPkI5kGM/s400/IMG00200-20100522-1844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479346473892203234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken before Nikki's Wedding dinner..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAqMlCp0i-I/AAAAAAAACo8/RY17u_mE9d0/s1600/IMG00283-20100603-1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAqMlCp0i-I/AAAAAAAACo8/RY17u_mE9d0/s400/IMG00283-20100603-1630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479346464644959202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to fetch Jacklyn for massage session with the sister &amp;amp; Doreen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Day 4: Day 2 went really well until after 4play @ Zouk, my mind was filled up by you &amp;amp; only you. I guess that's what happened when I force myself not to think of you for the whole day. Just when my self-control went down a lil' you came into full force in my mind &amp;amp; I ended up sending the "IMY" message to you. Oh God, I hope you wouldn't hate me for doing it. I just, put it that way, my feelings got a better hold of me. Day 3 was pretty normal until my dad decided to start a cold war with me. The infamous Cold War is still going on.. It makes me feels constantly down. If I'm to give myself an average rating on my emotional performance for these 3 days? It got to be 0%.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-3459798401872814413?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/3459798401872814413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=3459798401872814413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3459798401872814413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3459798401872814413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/06/infamous-cold-war.html' title='The infamous Cold War.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TAqMllGiSuI/AAAAAAAACpE/P-YiPkI5kGM/s72-c/IMG00200-20100522-1844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-8430718001855153368</id><published>2010-06-03T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:35:38.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The path of thorns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many questions on my mind right now yet so little answers. Having long talks with friends, friends who really care about me helps so much but at the same time, I spend more time alone, searching &amp;amp; thinking. Maybe I just need some room for myself, to keep myself sane. Its time for me to stop walking down the path of illusion &amp;amp; walk to the path of thorns. It hurts me but its the right path &amp;amp; maybe there will be something for me at the end of the path. Its time to answer unanswered questions. Somethings that are meant to be done had to be done. No use escaping &amp;amp; blinding myself from a curtain I made &amp;amp; drawn around myself. Its time for changes to be made before its too late. Doesn't want to find myself standing in hell before its really too late. I don't believe in the saying that "Nothing's too late" because nobody knows what will happen the next minute. Its time to grow up &amp;amp; move on to another stage of life, leaving unnecessary things behind &amp;amp; truly cherishing what's really important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: Saw one of the pictures token in 4play the other night when I headed to Zouk. Loving the new blue dress =P Will upload it once Jacklyn tagged me with other pictures! Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Day 1: Today was pretty good. Manage to spend lots of time with this really good book Ian recommend to me, he knows what's best for me &amp;amp; I really appreciate him. Other time was spend talking to Andy, Kelly &amp;amp; Jeanie. Thanks for hearing me through &amp;amp; offering me piece of advice. I'll think about it. In a way, I'm proud of myself emotionally today, was doing pretty good despite what happened in the morning with my dad. I'm sorry dad. Giving myself a 70% because there's still moments here &amp;amp; there when I think of you.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-8430718001855153368?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/8430718001855153368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=8430718001855153368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/8430718001855153368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/8430718001855153368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/06/path-of-thorns.html' title='The path of thorns.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-521294056390989909</id><published>2010-06-02T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T01:13:56.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ts time to give up on foolish dreams &amp; pursuit for simpler, satisfying, happy things in life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its time for me to give up foolish dreams &amp;amp; pursuit something simpler, something achievable. So many things had happened in this short month but what had passed is already the past. Its time to focus on present &amp;amp; work harder for a better future. Praying for a good night of sleep, free from nightmares, free from what is troubling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight people&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Day 0 - It was supposed to be day 3, but the promise I made to myself is broken. Maybe promises are meant to be broken, I didn't broke it myself, it just happened, all because of A &amp;amp; E. So starting from today, its day 0. Wasn't doing so well today, I saw the three of them in the car &amp;amp; I know it still bothers me. Maybe I'm just not meant to be part of this whole happy family thing. I wonder what friend really means. Then there was the incident in Empire Gallery. I know what's on his mind, its amazing at times how I know what he is thinking. Definitely not a good thing. I give myself 0%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-521294056390989909?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/521294056390989909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=521294056390989909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/521294056390989909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/521294056390989909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/06/out-of-words.html' title='ts time to give up on foolish dreams &amp; pursuit for simpler, satisfying, happy things in life.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-9125766525402151005</id><published>2010-05-07T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:06:40.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a break from blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's too many thoughts running through my mind these days. One minute, its this, next minute, its that. I'm all out of words, at the same time, too much stuffs to talk about. I guess its time to take a break from my blog till I get everything settled down. From family to studies to friendship to relationship to my future, its time for me to pile the pillows up &amp;amp; think all night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*oh well, this 'night' might takes like days, weeks or even months*&lt;/span&gt; but till then, I'm definitely taking a break from everything and think what I want to do with my life, what I want from it &amp;amp; put it into actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, I just want to wish my beloved daddy loves a very very Happy Birthday. At this time of life, I wish him nothing but happiness, peace &amp;amp; health. To my beloved brother &amp;amp; sister in law, congratulations of baby Cally's full moon =) I love both of you &amp;amp; my niece too. If all the love I have can make everything alright for the family, for my parents &amp;amp; the three of you, I'm giving you people all my love. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye people. Till then, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-9125766525402151005?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/9125766525402151005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=9125766525402151005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/9125766525402151005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/9125766525402151005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-break-from-blog.html' title='On a break from blog.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-8655890857408611926</id><published>2010-04-30T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:42:03.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man II ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Headed to the cinemas for Iron Man II last night despise all the assignments &amp;amp; stress! Guess it's a much much needed break. Was conflicting over Ip Man II or Iron Man II but ended up in Iron Man II which I can definitely says, thumbs up people =P No regrets choosing it over Ip Man II &amp;amp; I'm sure all my friends agree too! It lasted for about 2 hours then it was never boring throughout the whole movie &amp;amp; I truly enjoy it.. Go &amp;amp; watch it people =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S9rpWBQ_p3I/AAAAAAAACo0/NNTE8S_86vU/s1600/poster_ironman-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S9rpWBQ_p3I/AAAAAAAACo0/NNTE8S_86vU/s400/poster_ironman-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465937662273628018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilarious, nice effects, rawrsome storyline.. What more do you ask for eh =P?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S9rpVl039uI/AAAAAAAACos/_RFXAx3vXTA/s1600/iron-man-2-robert-downey-jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S9rpVl039uI/AAAAAAAACos/_RFXAx3vXTA/s400/iron-man-2-robert-downey-jr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465937654907926242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The part where he ended up chilling with donuts on a big donut on top of a donut house.. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I knew what I did today was definitely the wrong move but what was done can't be undid. And in a way, I really feel way much better after telling you everything. I'm just tired of hiding everything inside me, having to act in front of you &amp;amp; the others. I know the answer very well, no worries because from the very beginning, I have know the answer all along. When I say its i m p o s s i b l e, it is i m p o s s i b l e. It was just my own foolish act to fall for you, my friend. Till then, please do take care of yourself!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-8655890857408611926?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/8655890857408611926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=8655890857408611926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/8655890857408611926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/8655890857408611926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/04/iron-man-ii.html' title='Iron Man II ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S9rpWBQ_p3I/AAAAAAAACo0/NNTE8S_86vU/s72-c/poster_ironman-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-5022008858230998897</id><published>2010-04-27T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:48:53.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo freak I'm one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I can't help but wonder where life will takes me to in the end.. Nope, I'm not talking about death, but what kind of ending will I have? Career, relationship, friendship, etc. I've once fallen down the emo-spell &amp;amp; is now emo-ing to no ends all the time, anywhere, anytime. A reason for it? Oh well, I got a hundred &amp;amp; one reasons for it.. None of it really matters though.. I'm still lost, confused with myself. My heart &amp;amp; mind tells me different things, yearns to act differently &amp;amp; the physical me is just stuck in between them both.. It's once again mission impossible for me &amp;amp; there's nothing that I can do.. I had been thinking for many night of "What-ifs?" but I guess it doesn't apply in this situation this time.. Back2reports! Awhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S9Z4lsaVqkI/AAAAAAAACok/2ybImc75L64/s1600/DSC07098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S9Z4lsaVqkI/AAAAAAAACok/2ybImc75L64/s400/DSC07098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464687786832800322" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My self-confidence is in the lowest of the lowest, my mind filled with nothing but all the negative thoughts, everything just seems so bleak.. If only its there's a teeny weeny chance for a change.. Do I still believe in miracle though? I don't think so.. But do miracle really exist in the world? Or like fairytale, its just another lie?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-5022008858230998897?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/5022008858230998897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=5022008858230998897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5022008858230998897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5022008858230998897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/04/emo-freak-im-one.html' title='Emo freak I&apos;m one!'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S9Z4lsaVqkI/AAAAAAAACok/2ybImc75L64/s72-c/DSC07098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-3275866304027608295</id><published>2010-04-20T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:07:45.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close yet so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week was a hectic week of assignments, reports &amp;amp; illness, which is definitely not doing any good to my stress-level which is on the verge of overflowing &amp;amp; breaking. Weekend was spend in Melaka for Andy's 21st birthday which was practically a night where each &amp;amp; every of us are trying to get others pissed-drunk @ Libra, Jonker Walk. Day time is about food, food &amp;amp; oh well, food. Went home on Sunday with the emoness hitting to the top point hence I slept my noon away, drove to the city at night for some much beloved shopping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462092398875517074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S81AGO1WIJI/AAAAAAAACoc/_F3yKp187SY/s400/27240_384717627694_711162694_4123222_7974859_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;....wine shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S81AF7QINPI/AAAAAAAACoU/bIdjeqcD6_4/s1600/IMG00088-20100419-0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462092393619141874" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S81AF7QINPI/AAAAAAAACoU/bIdjeqcD6_4/s400/IMG00088-20100419-0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Headed back home after &amp;amp; put on some aromatheraphy oils, candles, slow songs &amp;amp; a bottle of wine, all to myself on the balcony at night.. I guess I'm just drowing myself to all these loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S81AFbcB9OI/AAAAAAAACoM/jPcqm1kD3Wc/s1600/27240_384777112694_711162694_4125046_3047347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462092385079129314" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S81AFbcB9OI/AAAAAAAACoM/jPcqm1kD3Wc/s400/27240_384777112694_711162694_4125046_3047347_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lavender oil hot water bath next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S81AFAfJ_aI/AAAAAAAACoE/V_zC6H8dhV0/s1600/IMG00095-20100419-0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a bottle of wine &amp;amp; a hot water bath.. I can feel the body is much more relaxed but emotional wise? It still sucks. Argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[There's all these things that I'm feeling these days.. Most of it are unexpected &amp;amp; I can see where all these is heading too.. Its like I'm digging my own emotional grave myself but yet, I still can't help but falling into it.. Maybe its time to be rational &amp;amp; stop all these thing, be cruel to myself for now for a better future perhaps? Y A E I E W, Y Y A T O P T C N B M. Y A J T G. Y A M D. A I R, D A J D. I N C T. S W A I S H F I S M? T C I K M. So close yet so far.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-3275866304027608295?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/3275866304027608295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=3275866304027608295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3275866304027608295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3275866304027608295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So close yet so far.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S81AGO1WIJI/AAAAAAAACoc/_F3yKp187SY/s72-c/27240_384717627694_711162694_4123222_7974859_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-3440110233463478448</id><published>2010-04-16T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:39:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I so just wanna sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its 12:26 a.m. &amp;amp; its a Thursday night with few of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth-going-to-ladies-night&lt;/span&gt; in the city tonight. And here I'm sitting in front of my laptop, working on my assignments &amp;amp; reports, while looking at poeple's tweet updates on how much fun they are having. Well, the club part doesn't bother me much. But at least others get to go out &amp;amp; hang out at some random place &amp;amp; have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berbonding &lt;/span&gt;sessions! Or maybe they can even sleep if they want to&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*which is the thing I'm craving to do the most*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! When trying to think back, I can't remember when was the last time I really partied or or go out for days, all the shopping, yamchas, chilling-sessions and just ignored my classes &amp;amp; reports like I did back then. So here I'm, home alone, but guess what? I decided to stay in &amp;amp; work my on reports. And my bed is tempting me to the max... Luring me over to its warmth &amp;amp; loving covers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Argh! What the hell.. Guess I'm stress to the max right now! Its back to my reports again people!&lt;br /&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/2658888507320937092-3440110233463478448?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/3440110233463478448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=3440110233463478448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3440110233463478448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3440110233463478448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-so-just-wanna-sleep.html' title='I so just wanna sleep..'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-7332663005765836777</id><published>2010-04-13T13:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:02:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve 09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was snaking some time off my assignments &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I guess I've a low stress tolerance*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I came across this old pictures. Yeap! Its New Year Eve for the year 2009 &amp;amp; decided its time to upload it one way or the other, well, I still have even older pictures like my birthday &amp;amp; Melbourne's one but there's like more than 200 pictures over in each album.. This one is much much lesser.. And looking at it reminds me of the good old times I had! And the hell I'm in now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Eve was spent with a bunch of good friends in Brussels @ JayaOne. Clubs &amp;amp; countdown-areas are definitely way too pack &amp;amp; crowded.. Chillin' paling baik ni.. And some yummylicious beer.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QE_8PJ9lI/AAAAAAAACn8/NuJXjgO49EI/s1600/DSC06989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QE_8PJ9lI/AAAAAAAACn8/NuJXjgO49EI/s400/DSC06989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459494144827848274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrived earlier to lim teh with Wei Hua.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QE_oyVK2I/AAAAAAAACn0/dY-fGDglt08/s1600/DSC06990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QE_oyVK2I/AAAAAAAACn0/dY-fGDglt08/s400/DSC06990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459494139606674274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; Brian! &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QDkw-60oI/AAAAAAAACnk/NsfFMPR6y1w/s1600/DSC07002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QDkw-60oI/AAAAAAAACnk/NsfFMPR6y1w/s400/DSC07002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459492578438861442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhore sekejab while waiting for a table/people to arrive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QDkU6wAFI/AAAAAAAACnc/UQjMrJ-4q58/s1600/DSC07003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QDkU6wAFI/AAAAAAAACnc/UQjMrJ-4q58/s400/DSC07003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459492570905182290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then bunnykins decided his t-shirt is way too "cool" to be ignored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QDkBpAB4I/AAAAAAAACnU/srlsc6VRIVQ/s1600/DSC07014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QDkBpAB4I/AAAAAAAACnU/srlsc6VRIVQ/s400/DSC07014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459492565730461570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big stage set up for the live band that was hired &amp;amp; the countdown activity when the clock strikes twelve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QDj-RvbrI/AAAAAAAACnM/ya1p8-43iYI/s1600/DSC07020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QDj-RvbrI/AAAAAAAACnM/ya1p8-43iYI/s400/DSC07020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459492564827598514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All time favorite beer, Hoegaarden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QCimOeDcI/AAAAAAAACm8/Kz4PuqSzHyc/s1600/DSC07027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QCimOeDcI/AAAAAAAACm8/Kz4PuqSzHyc/s400/DSC07027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459491441679928770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy who came back from Melbourne, Jack Shen &amp;amp; his girl! I srsly miss the old time when he was still in Sunway.. Arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QCiAgjMtI/AAAAAAAACm0/PmiTQhDasgw/s1600/DSC07030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QCiAgjMtI/AAAAAAAACm0/PmiTQhDasgw/s400/DSC07030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459491431555216082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other bunch of Subang kakiss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QCh161trI/AAAAAAAACms/9gK1SIwLSik/s1600/DSC07034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QCh161trI/AAAAAAAACms/9gK1SIwLSik/s400/DSC07034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459491428712691378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gay-ass-bunnykins decided to go for "peace shots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QChc-zh_I/AAAAAAAACmk/zkaPhiNbGRo/s1600/DSC07035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QChc-zh_I/AAAAAAAACmk/zkaPhiNbGRo/s400/DSC07035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459491422018439154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; my kitty.. The only missing thing in this picture is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evonne Quek!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QAa5gXzDI/AAAAAAAACmc/wj4eAO8s_CU/s1600/DSC07037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QAa5gXzDI/AAAAAAAACmc/wj4eAO8s_CU/s400/DSC07037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459489110393080882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guai-lan &lt;/span&gt;guy who didn't want to walk over to take a picture with me &amp;amp; insisted that I should be the one to walk the whole big round &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*we had more than 6 tables combined into an L-shaped thing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QAaczdITI/AAAAAAAACmU/5nQWqh7UG7c/s1600/DSC07038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QAaczdITI/AAAAAAAACmU/5nQWqh7UG7c/s400/DSC07038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459489102688493874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew - Me - Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QAZjfi49I/AAAAAAAACmE/_vKpliGVftE/s1600/DSC07043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QAZjfi49I/AAAAAAAACmE/_vKpliGVftE/s400/DSC07043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459489087304164306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian decided to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erghh&lt;/span&gt; "initiate" Kitty's obsession for "tudung"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QAZalURpI/AAAAAAAACl8/TGQQxCzRacA/s1600/DSC07044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QAZalURpI/AAAAAAAACl8/TGQQxCzRacA/s400/DSC07044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459489084912453266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol... So the night was practically spend talking here &amp;amp; there, there's lots of other people too, joking around, fooling around, etc. It was a good new year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd1f87b78d90a52" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0bd1f87b78d90a52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329886176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6605B0264FF5558EEEB95479DBE838FE97A76D6D.59A99EEFC9AC011798390EEF8B804E628216BD17%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd1f87b78d90a52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAvHenKy4ViLuOx8OfIHzNUQGVDw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0bd1f87b78d90a52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329886176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6605B0264FF5558EEEB95479DBE838FE97A76D6D.59A99EEFC9AC011798390EEF8B804E628216BD17%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd1f87b78d90a52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAvHenKy4ViLuOx8OfIHzNUQGVDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the clock strives &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tweeelllveee..&lt;/span&gt; Its a new year for everyone! Headed to Genting with some other friends around 2-ish in the morning after &amp;amp; ended up back at KL like 12 in the noon. It was good.. Really really good.. Can't help to wish that time could roll back to back then when everything was more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care-free/assignment-free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sometimes I seriously had the urge to give up my studies but life goes on &amp;amp; its a road that I had chosen, giving up just wouldn't do any good to me or my family. No matter how hard &amp;amp; bumpy the road ahead is gonna be, I still had to walk on. God, please give me the courage &amp;amp; the strength to walk in this chosen path &amp;amp; filled up the emptiness I'm feeling always..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-7332663005765836777?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/7332663005765836777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=7332663005765836777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7332663005765836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7332663005765836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-year-eve-09.html' title='New Year Eve 09&apos;'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8QE_8PJ9lI/AAAAAAAACn8/NuJXjgO49EI/s72-c/DSC06989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-2657624189812539109</id><published>2010-04-12T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:06:50.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's this question/idea/thought/issue around my mind. Just had this conversation with a friend just now when the question came into my mind, its not the first time I asked this question but this might as well be the first time I ask it in public. This question is aimed towards girls as I roughly get the guy's answer toward this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What makes you goes for a one night stand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this question would had to be answer by females who had experience in this area. Or at least she had tried it at least once before she could answer me. I never see fault in a girl going for one night stand but I had no idea what is the motivation or the reason behind that gave her enough courage to do it, and the most important part, to do it and wake up to a random stranger the next day beside her with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;regret at all. The risk in having one night stand around, especially as a life habit, had high risk of being infected with STD and at the same time, risk of getting pregnancy. Besides that, what about the emotional/mental part in this "game"? Can a female just sleep with a random guy without any feelings towards him and just enjoy the sex part? Or they can be strong enough to ignore all their own feelings towards the random guy and walk away the next day? And what happen if you do it and woke up the next day with regret towards what happened last night? There's just so many things I couldn't understand. Maybe it takes someone to experience it to understand it. Or maybe there's just nothing to be understand about but just sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do belief in having "fubu" though. At least this is something I can understand. You have sex constantly with this ONLY other person, vice-versa him as well but you're not in a relationship with him. You can see the person for a year, repeat the same lifestyle, do everything a couple in a relationship do and still, you guys are just friends. Most of the time, I find people who's in this situation is either commitment phobic, doesn't wants to be in a relationship for the time being, just lonely &amp;amp; needed someone to accompany [a companion], still wants to have fun out there and doesn't want to be tie down, etc. But in this kind of "relationship", another question surfaced in my mind. When do you know you're no longer in the safe zone and developed genial love feelings for the other half? But the other half stills wants to be only in this complicated single-yet-in-a-relationship status. So what do you do? You're no longer in the safe waters and are now facing the risk of getting hurt by no one other than your own actions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not morale-ethically correct but these things do happen in reality and its becoming a common. Look around you and you might happen to see people around you in a similar situation or maybe even one day, you'll find yourself in a similar situation. So what do you do when you're in a situation like this? Just another random thought of mine though. Feel free to share your view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Every girls had their own dream, own fairytale, own prince. I had mine too but as I grew up, I found things aren't that simple in reality and my own life doesn't unfold like a fairytale story does. I still believe in true love and hoped to find my own one day, but sometimes, the idea of me never finding one, dying alone occurs in my mind. I'm sure there's no such thing as an insurance that guarantee you being able to find your other half. In the sea of people, is there a guy for me out there who love me too like I love him? I wonder.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-2657624189812539109?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/2657624189812539109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=2657624189812539109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2657624189812539109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2657624189812539109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/04/piece-of-my-mind.html' title='A piece of my mind.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-7152012189905814537</id><published>2010-04-11T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:43:07.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine night out♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decided its time for a lil' more recent update. Well, not that recent actually but at least it happens in the year 2010 &amp;amp; not the 2009.  Decided to bring the girls for a wine night out, sharing with them the love♥ of my life. You know how people say 'sharing is caring'. Lol. So its a night to La Bodega @ Pavilion. Pictures courtesy from Stephy's &amp;amp; Bee's camera =) They have enough cameras for each outing so I'll just keep mine er stuff somewhere &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I think its inside the car now &amp;amp; rotting by itself with all the other rubbish inside* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8Juc8x0SYI/AAAAAAAACl0/GJ7VE91lpG8/s1600/26485_354739403684_583583684_3563563_7136679_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8Juc8x0SYI/AAAAAAAACl0/GJ7VE91lpG8/s400/26485_354739403684_583583684_3563563_7136679_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459047141956929922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner first at Wong Kok with Ashley &amp;amp; Bee. Stephy &amp;amp; Eugene came to join us later. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8Jucg6KQmI/AAAAAAAACls/2bbV1FeQj0E/s1600/26503_346846453030_643608030_3597128_7307370_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8Jucg6KQmI/AAAAAAAACls/2bbV1FeQj0E/s400/26503_346846453030_643608030_3597128_7307370_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459047134475731554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear-oh-Kenry Lo&lt;/span&gt; who's in Melbourne now will love this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops&lt;/span&gt;, wait a minute, he's the one who love this first. A million thanks to Kenry for introducing this lovely Spanish wine to me♥ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Btw if you people have good wine to introduce, I'm always curious &amp;amp; eager to know..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JucHhrlEI/AAAAAAAAClk/OtJO6n97uSU/s1600/26503_346846473030_643608030_3597130_6052978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JucHhrlEI/AAAAAAAAClk/OtJO6n97uSU/s400/26503_346846473030_643608030_3597130_6052978_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459047127662171202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And goose liver pate♥ Another all time favorite there but I think I prefer the other one which was on bread then this dip one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuOD6WpPI/AAAAAAAAClc/TiVmOs3ORaY/s1600/26485_354739373684_583583684_3563559_2004483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuOD6WpPI/AAAAAAAAClc/TiVmOs3ORaY/s400/26485_354739373684_583583684_3563559_2004483_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046886173746418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4 of us. Momo's at Melbourne at that time... Enjoying her rave &amp;amp; honeymoon =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuNlcBNwI/AAAAAAAAClU/cmFXLjRqHbU/s1600/26503_346846498030_643608030_3597132_4529573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuNlcBNwI/AAAAAAAAClU/cmFXLjRqHbU/s400/26503_346846498030_643608030_3597132_4529573_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046877993449218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wine wine wine wine wine.. &lt;/span&gt;Okay.. I think I'm craving for it now.. Arghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuNUNMVzI/AAAAAAAAClM/X651hTF-PtY/s1600/26503_344605268030_643608030_3588147_4891711_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuNUNMVzI/AAAAAAAAClM/X651hTF-PtY/s400/26503_344605268030_643608030_3588147_4891711_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046873367861042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Bee.. Seriously, if I'm a publisher.. I'll find her &amp;amp; publish a book on.. Well on all kind of Chinese-related-beliefs &amp;amp; practices =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuNFHqEyI/AAAAAAAAClE/C3_wwi5xnNk/s1600/26503_346846648030_643608030_3597141_582755_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuNFHqEyI/AAAAAAAAClE/C3_wwi5xnNk/s400/26503_346846648030_643608030_3597141_582755_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046869318112034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the cute adorable girl sitting on the next table.. Oh, by the way, my sister in law gave birth last Saturday to Cally/Carry &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Christian name not decided yet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cheng Shin Sum, a healthy baby daughter aka my niece. Pictures of her will be published later. I had lotsa of them on my desktop, including video clips. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuM2VOmHI/AAAAAAAACk8/slnWdpwihTw/s1600/26503_346846678030_643608030_3597143_341113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8JuM2VOmHI/AAAAAAAACk8/slnWdpwihTw/s400/26503_346846678030_643608030_3597143_341113_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046865348499570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I'm making my future house's living room/bed room with this wine rack on the ceiling. I can imagine going to sleep every night looking at it &amp;amp; waking up the next looking at it. It's going to guarantee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stress-free-sleeping-nights&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waking-up-in-paradise-mornings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Once again, I'm growing sick of my study life but there's no other choice but to complete my degrees studies. Maybe I'm just now the study-material-kind-of-people. Sometimes I feel I don't belong when I walked into Monash, looking at all the hypered-up students around me. And these days, I ended up thinking lots on the same old question: "What is life?" I guess this is one of those questions which answers I've to find on my own. These days, everything just seems to pass in a haze. A lil' numb perhaps?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-7152012189905814537?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/7152012189905814537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=7152012189905814537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7152012189905814537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7152012189905814537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/04/wine-night-out.html' title='Wine night out♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S8Juc8x0SYI/AAAAAAAACl0/GJ7VE91lpG8/s72-c/26485_354739403684_583583684_3563563_7136679_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-8395465750384521482</id><published>2010-04-07T22:09:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:13:27.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka Trip '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Took a quickie road trip down to Melaka on the beginning of my summer holiday last year. Well the main reason of this trip is because my honey loves has to put some of her stuff at there grandma's place &amp;amp; at the same time, I wanted to visit Ah Yi who finally decided to settle down in Melaka &amp;amp; opened up her own gold shop. Oh.. And its Ah Yi's birthday too. So there we go, me the designated driver for the trip. Drove down around evening, drop her stuff at the grandma's place &amp;amp; showered &amp;amp; off to the city we go. First stop, satay celup/celop! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Idk the spelling.. Forgive me..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yh-BIJDqI/AAAAAAAACk0/x0XEk0KFbO0/s1600/DSC06446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yh-BIJDqI/AAAAAAAACk0/x0XEk0KFbO0/s400/DSC06446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457414935292743330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Capitol Satay.. I think it was good luck bcos the time when we reach there, there was nobody lining out there &amp;amp; there was this table people leaving.. No need to wait =D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yh9yKXzUI/AAAAAAAACks/t_1Zbshu-UY/s1600/DSC06449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yh9yKXzUI/AAAAAAAACks/t_1Zbshu-UY/s400/DSC06449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457414931275566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ah Yi busy choosing food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhr4nIkzI/AAAAAAAACkk/iRX7YB6Be9k/s1600/DSC06453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhr4nIkzI/AAAAAAAACkk/iRX7YB6Be9k/s400/DSC06453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457414623769170738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheese^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhrXBL7eI/AAAAAAAACkc/MBVszviYIr8/s1600/DSC06454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhrXBL7eI/AAAAAAAACkc/MBVszviYIr8/s400/DSC06454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457414614751636962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cucumbers &amp;amp; bread..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhrP1LZvI/AAAAAAAACkU/d2h-3qVwwEE/s1600/DSC06455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhrP1LZvI/AAAAAAAACkU/d2h-3qVwwEE/s400/DSC06455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457414612822222578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My honey loves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhq2H3qbI/AAAAAAAACkM/1IcKsv-_x3k/s1600/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhq2H3qbI/AAAAAAAACkM/1IcKsv-_x3k/s400/Pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457414605921298866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hungry hungry.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slurps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhqNcGFBI/AAAAAAAACkE/xCIClwDjjQI/s1600/DSC06460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yhqNcGFBI/AAAAAAAACkE/xCIClwDjjQI/s400/DSC06460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457414595000275986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the other bunch of KL-ians who follower Juice down to Melaka came along too when they heard we got the table dy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygsgBzY0I/AAAAAAAACj8/ROswWxhIf4E/s1600/DSC06461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygsgBzY0I/AAAAAAAACj8/ROswWxhIf4E/s400/DSC06461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457413534838383426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big eater Abel!! Oh well, throughout the whole trip he was the one who non-stop eats.. &amp;amp; eat.. &amp;amp; eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygsV0zmiI/AAAAAAAACj0/OnoYimbj2cw/s1600/DSC06462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygsV0zmiI/AAAAAAAACj0/OnoYimbj2cw/s400/DSC06462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457413532099516962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juice &amp;amp; Tiong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to some cafe after bought lotsa coffee &amp;amp; milk tea &amp;amp; headed to a "place" to "celebrate" Ah Yi's birthday with some of her friends &amp;amp; relatives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygr6kV52I/AAAAAAAACjs/PDJur_rYJ8o/s1600/DSC06463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygr6kV52I/AAAAAAAACjs/PDJur_rYJ8o/s400/DSC06463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457413524782704482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next morning.. Being the early birds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygrtZv0RI/AAAAAAAACjk/6A_-fngvx5c/s1600/DSC06465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygrtZv0RI/AAAAAAAACjk/6A_-fngvx5c/s400/DSC06465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457413521248604434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygrB5aCzI/AAAAAAAACjc/0GrdnpdvMyc/s1600/DSC06468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ygrB5aCzI/AAAAAAAACjc/0GrdnpdvMyc/s400/DSC06468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457413509570235186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found this picture interesting with this kid riding the horse passing right in the middle. Cute =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yf1IB8JlI/AAAAAAAACjU/7mlJzGqIc2g/s1600/DSC06475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yf1IB8JlI/AAAAAAAACjU/7mlJzGqIc2g/s400/DSC06475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457412583503701586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for big breakfast =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yf0y8cmoI/AAAAAAAACjM/Rt_dv3SZZHM/s1600/Pictures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yf0y8cmoI/AAAAAAAACjM/Rt_dv3SZZHM/s400/Pictures2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457412577843518082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; honey loves waiting for the food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yf0AMnj_I/AAAAAAAACjE/mWHp7cx0o74/s1600/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yf0AMnj_I/AAAAAAAACjE/mWHp7cx0o74/s400/Pictures1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457412564221136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toast.. Baked cheese... Noodless... Red bean ice.. Milk tea... Yummy loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yfzQz9L7I/AAAAAAAACi8/I5nh1kceLRM/s1600/DSC06485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yfzQz9L7I/AAAAAAAACi8/I5nh1kceLRM/s400/DSC06485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457412551501230002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed next to the Jetty for a long walk.. And the sky outside definitely fits the definition of "emo" sky for my loveliess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yekdgF1qI/AAAAAAAACis/UMkReu-UN4o/s1600/DSC06487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yekdgF1qI/AAAAAAAACis/UMkReu-UN4o/s400/DSC06487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457411197697906338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhooorreee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yej7w3NsI/AAAAAAAACik/mzoHS5kcRC0/s1600/DSC06488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yej7w3NsI/AAAAAAAACik/mzoHS5kcRC0/s400/DSC06488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457411188641445570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snap snap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yejgnRoyI/AAAAAAAACic/HHG5CdS-vSU/s1600/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yejgnRoyI/AAAAAAAACic/HHG5CdS-vSU/s400/DSC06491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457411181353476898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poserrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yejaHy9mI/AAAAAAAACiU/2Cqllp8v5MU/s1600/DSC06494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yejaHy9mI/AAAAAAAACiU/2Cqllp8v5MU/s400/DSC06494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457411179610830434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed to karaoke next.. Although the sound system is kinda sucky, but the view is definitely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yejHdgEzI/AAAAAAAACiM/zavlUN52k9Q/s1600/DSC06498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yejHdgEzI/AAAAAAAACiM/zavlUN52k9Q/s400/DSC06498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457411174601593650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amazing sea view.. Oh &amp;amp; see the lil' platform on the ocean behind? Definitely the place to chill &amp;amp; drink, beer garden woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd3yua8qI/AAAAAAAACiE/6Qu4KIA11MY/s1600/DSC06500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd3yua8qI/AAAAAAAACiE/6Qu4KIA11MY/s400/DSC06500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457410430301041314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Laaaaaaaaalllllllliiiiiiiillllllllllaaaaaahhhhhlllllllliiiiii*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd3AP4nRI/AAAAAAAACh8/MO_MolhW5oc/s1600/DSC06501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd3AP4nRI/AAAAAAAACh8/MO_MolhW5oc/s400/DSC06501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457410416751189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naaaaaniiiiiiiiinaaaaaannnnnnnnniiiiiiiiinaaaaaaa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd2_uL6LI/AAAAAAAACh0/D4ZY2AEOB6Q/s1600/DSC06503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd2_uL6LI/AAAAAAAACh0/D4ZY2AEOB6Q/s400/DSC06503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457410416609847474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy, K &amp;amp; Mel decided to join us in Melaka as well. Headed for satay next with Juice, Tiong, Abel &amp;amp; Kerynne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd2ZKz9MI/AAAAAAAAChs/HjUQB2k7V-o/s1600/DSC06504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd2ZKz9MI/AAAAAAAAChs/HjUQB2k7V-o/s400/DSC06504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457410406260929730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel &amp;amp; K..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd2H2iZQI/AAAAAAAAChk/RS2q6u8rwsI/s1600/DSC06505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yd2H2iZQI/AAAAAAAAChk/RS2q6u8rwsI/s400/DSC06505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457410401612489986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiongggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydK0REw5I/AAAAAAAAChc/BdZl0FWPEBg/s1600/DSC06507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydK0REw5I/AAAAAAAAChc/BdZl0FWPEBg/s400/DSC06507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457409657620710290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the poser with his signature pose.. Or more like only pose.. Juice =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydKodmzhI/AAAAAAAAChU/htFVxZy8eiY/s1600/DSC06511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydKodmzhI/AAAAAAAAChU/htFVxZy8eiY/s400/DSC06511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457409654452047378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durian cendol next! Da yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydKVxMw_I/AAAAAAAAChM/-IMjAkQwHM0/s1600/DSC06520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydKVxMw_I/AAAAAAAAChM/-IMjAkQwHM0/s400/DSC06520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457409649433953266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kerynne &amp;amp; me (''.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydKLaeHhI/AAAAAAAAChE/715Q_4uNAyk/s1600/DSC06521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydKLaeHhI/AAAAAAAAChE/715Q_4uNAyk/s400/DSC06521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457409646654266898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two stoners.. Or jokerss.. Or clowns.. Whatever you call it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydJmhelLI/AAAAAAAACg8/3ak4f0k70o0/s1600/DSC06523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ydJmhelLI/AAAAAAAACg8/3ak4f0k70o0/s400/DSC06523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457409636751545522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely thumbs up for this bowl of durian cendol. The only thing I dislike is the red kidney beans. Ewwwww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybxXI4MRI/AAAAAAAACgs/zMzxzd2SlK0/s1600/DSC06524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybxXI4MRI/AAAAAAAACgs/zMzxzd2SlK0/s400/DSC06524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457408120793346322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kid who saw his "gift"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of food &amp;amp; demanded a break from it since I wanted to visit the Eye Of Malaysia =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybw8CSJnI/AAAAAAAACgk/7QNinvdtlP8/s1600/DSC06531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybw8CSJnI/AAAAAAAACgk/7QNinvdtlP8/s400/DSC06531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457408113517930098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they got attracted by the big snake at the animal exhibition on the entrance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybwmYDh5I/AAAAAAAACgc/_de14nsvQnI/s1600/DSC06532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybwmYDh5I/AAAAAAAACgc/_de14nsvQnI/s400/DSC06532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457408107703666578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiong too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybwezE2JI/AAAAAAAACgU/bOUR03CG8l8/s1600/DSC06539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybwezE2JI/AAAAAAAACgU/bOUR03CG8l8/s400/DSC06539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457408105669515410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybNUkB3bI/AAAAAAAACgM/4-8K6JIkEko/s1600/DSC06540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybNUkB3bI/AAAAAAAACgM/4-8K6JIkEko/s400/DSC06540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457407501626629554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excited balls bcos I finally get to go on the Merry-Go-Round... Heheeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybNI6uSQI/AAAAAAAACgE/kHInnLS5q9Y/s1600/DSC06543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybNI6uSQI/AAAAAAAACgE/kHInnLS5q9Y/s400/DSC06543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457407498500589826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybM8Zn9oI/AAAAAAAACf8/4OvnvbYFcDU/s1600/DSC06551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybM8Zn9oI/AAAAAAAACf8/4OvnvbYFcDU/s400/DSC06551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457407495140537986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybMqPQlWI/AAAAAAAACf0/0g1H6dPA_ag/s1600/DSC06556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybMqPQlWI/AAAAAAAACf0/0g1H6dPA_ag/s400/DSC06556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457407490265224546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't he look adorable hereeee? Awwwhhh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybMY55vlI/AAAAAAAACfs/_i6XlK01Elg/s1600/DSC06547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7ybMY55vlI/AAAAAAAACfs/_i6XlK01Elg/s400/DSC06547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457407485612244562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wootssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaMHeAXBI/AAAAAAAACfk/FbiUtzOZ_0w/s1600/DSC06558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaMHeAXBI/AAAAAAAACfk/FbiUtzOZ_0w/s400/DSC06558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406381420207122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaLmpQTqI/AAAAAAAACfc/RbSj6Cl_Fds/s1600/DSC06541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaLmpQTqI/AAAAAAAACfc/RbSj6Cl_Fds/s400/DSC06541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406372609019554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaLZVsmcI/AAAAAAAACfU/sd_Y0Xs8Zx4/s1600/DSC06559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaLZVsmcI/AAAAAAAACfU/sd_Y0Xs8Zx4/s400/DSC06559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406369037326786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaK9FcBWI/AAAAAAAACfM/_UzKlHd5Gqc/s1600/Pictures4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaK9FcBWI/AAAAAAAACfM/_UzKlHd5Gqc/s400/Pictures4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406361452938594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaKt0F7EI/AAAAAAAACfE/mWq5WS9HEqM/s1600/DSC06565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yaKt0F7EI/AAAAAAAACfE/mWq5WS9HEqM/s400/DSC06565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457406357353655362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY--8VWBI/AAAAAAAACe8/GCVbg4NSL1k/s1600/DSC06568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY--8VWBI/AAAAAAAACe8/GCVbg4NSL1k/s400/DSC06568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457405056281565202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY-v2QhhI/AAAAAAAACe0/JVskgt6vRek/s1600/DSC06562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY-v2QhhI/AAAAAAAACe0/JVskgt6vRek/s400/DSC06562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457405052229551634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess whatttt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY-HSLGCI/AAAAAAAACes/BmdbWKHCNfE/s1600/DSC06581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY-HSLGCI/AAAAAAAACes/BmdbWKHCNfE/s400/DSC06581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457405041340782626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K freaked outtt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY913RehI/AAAAAAAACek/GOyKypwNCfk/s1600/DSC06600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY913RehI/AAAAAAAACek/GOyKypwNCfk/s400/DSC06600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457405036664551954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like he's praying to God for help.. *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He even screamed to get out when it didn't stop at the first round to let us out.. Lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY9oyEgaI/AAAAAAAACec/JSXO7YxSzSg/s1600/DSC06593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yY9oyEgaI/AAAAAAAACec/JSXO7YxSzSg/s400/DSC06593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457405033153069474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYSEl-a2I/AAAAAAAACeU/kCsh5Q1i9do/s1600/DSC06590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYSEl-a2I/AAAAAAAACeU/kCsh5Q1i9do/s400/DSC06590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457404284704287586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiong became nausea too.. Motion sickness.. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYR6WsMGI/AAAAAAAACeM/5wNHF7cidqw/s1600/DSC06603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYR6WsMGI/AAAAAAAACeM/5wNHF7cidqw/s400/DSC06603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457404281955823714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed next for the animal exhibition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYRvgpzPI/AAAAAAAACeE/T1zo75A5UVo/s1600/DSC06639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYRvgpzPI/AAAAAAAACeE/T1zo75A5UVo/s400/DSC06639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457404279044820210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its a guy-curiosity thing to do.. I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYRNLPoKI/AAAAAAAACd8/rl93776X22M/s1600/DSC06609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYRNLPoKI/AAAAAAAACd8/rl93776X22M/s400/DSC06609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457404269828219042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do-Re-Mi&lt;/span&gt; curiosity faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYQ-lkV5I/AAAAAAAACd0/ovEcCjrfHjg/s1600/DSC06616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yYQ-lkV5I/AAAAAAAACd0/ovEcCjrfHjg/s400/DSC06616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457404265912096658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this definitely reminds me of my milk-milk T_T I miss him.. And his spider T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXjsp8WqI/AAAAAAAACds/8pRm3AyFOFM/s1600/DSC06637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXjsp8WqI/AAAAAAAACds/8pRm3AyFOFM/s400/DSC06637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457403488004496034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this definitely makes me wonder when does a fury cat became an "exotic animal" &amp;amp; for the right for animal exhibition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXjFzZnAI/AAAAAAAACdk/fhh06hLsVtM/s1600/DSC06648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXjFzZnAI/AAAAAAAACdk/fhh06hLsVtM/s400/DSC06648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457403477575179266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food again next.. Abel just can't stop eating.. But this is definitely one of the best meal but I know there's quite some people who couldn't accept the environment of this place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXi09juHI/AAAAAAAACdc/YGGAOVKo4Lw/s1600/DSC06651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXi09juHI/AAAAAAAACdc/YGGAOVKo4Lw/s400/DSC06651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457403473054382194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys demanded for a picture of them while waiting for a table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXiqRw9PI/AAAAAAAACdU/Jd0_3Lo7aKc/s1600/DSC06652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXiqRw9PI/AAAAAAAACdU/Jd0_3Lo7aKc/s400/DSC06652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457403470186345714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture of the boysss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXiVB_DhI/AAAAAAAACdM/B7DaVzVDDZY/s1600/DSC06654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yXiVB_DhI/AAAAAAAACdM/B7DaVzVDDZY/s400/DSC06654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457403464483016210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonker Walk next for snacks &amp;amp; beerrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWTRKsEnI/AAAAAAAACdE/6wYVHJxIpeo/s1600/Pictures5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWTRKsEnI/AAAAAAAACdE/6wYVHJxIpeo/s400/Pictures5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457402106236113522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cotton candy machine.. Boys &amp;amp; machines.. More to toys.. Hahahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWS3WmEAI/AAAAAAAACc8/L2Fj2XH0Ww8/s1600/DSC06665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWS3WmEAI/AAAAAAAACc8/L2Fj2XH0Ww8/s400/DSC06665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457402099306729474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiong-made-cotton-candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWSfWQonI/AAAAAAAACc0/wsw0M5OJhqY/s1600/DSC06666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWSfWQonI/AAAAAAAACc0/wsw0M5OJhqY/s400/DSC06666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457402092862874226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cotton candy sensatiooooonnnn loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWSMUc42I/AAAAAAAACcs/6gSkBOxqh4A/s1600/DSC06670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWSMUc42I/AAAAAAAACcs/6gSkBOxqh4A/s400/DSC06670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457402087755015010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bumped into other KL-ians! Me God-of-War, Markkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWR2-gAMI/AAAAAAAACck/zcpa43wDr_4/s1600/DSC06673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yWR2-gAMI/AAAAAAAACck/zcpa43wDr_4/s400/DSC06673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457402082025799874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we headed to some bar at the middle of the Jonker walk for some beerrr. Hoegaarden loves! And I definitely love the bar compared to the club we headed to next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVICBu-6I/AAAAAAAACcc/J3vXrO3g2U0/s1600/DSC06674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVICBu-6I/AAAAAAAACcc/J3vXrO3g2U0/s400/DSC06674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457400813681834914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juice with his old-school-mini-gun. Damn cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVHxPd5_I/AAAAAAAACcU/InUOcW5etRk/s1600/DSC06677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVHxPd5_I/AAAAAAAACcU/InUOcW5etRk/s400/DSC06677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457400809176033266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Abel decided he had to try the duck mee as well before we headed to the club.. Headed to some housing area next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVHi8229I/AAAAAAAACcM/g_Gn7IJKcTg/s1600/DSC06678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVHi8229I/AAAAAAAACcM/g_Gn7IJKcTg/s400/DSC06678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457400805339880402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures taken by Kerynne... Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVHWT_d2I/AAAAAAAACcE/ArEoA4yNDB0/s1600/DSC06680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVHWT_d2I/AAAAAAAACcE/ArEoA4yNDB0/s400/DSC06680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457400801947252578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVGwQu_eI/AAAAAAAACb8/ZfqHzg5NurQ/s1600/DSC06684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yVGwQu_eI/AAAAAAAACb8/ZfqHzg5NurQ/s400/DSC06684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457400791733042658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed to Pure Bar next.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'm sorry to say so.. But I seriously couldn't "understand" the music &amp;amp; the crow there*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUXMJwOOI/AAAAAAAACb0/EZDjj9k7h4E/s1600/DSC06696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUXMJwOOI/AAAAAAAACb0/EZDjj9k7h4E/s400/DSC06696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457399974586235106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUWyucNbI/AAAAAAAACbs/WRiEj3EaG-I/s1600/DSC06690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUWyucNbI/AAAAAAAACbs/WRiEj3EaG-I/s400/DSC06690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457399967760790962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Tiong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUWBw8_LI/AAAAAAAACbk/ELeuNRd6hoY/s1600/DSC06691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUWBw8_LI/AAAAAAAACbk/ELeuNRd6hoY/s400/DSC06691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457399954617990322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abel &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUVzxVDaI/AAAAAAAACbc/Gd-31lsCd9U/s1600/DSC06692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUVzxVDaI/AAAAAAAACbc/Gd-31lsCd9U/s400/DSC06692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457399950861471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling Kerynne &amp;amp; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUVqfM7XI/AAAAAAAACbU/laIior88Rp0/s1600/DSC06694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yUVqfM7XI/AAAAAAAACbU/laIior88Rp0/s400/DSC06694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457399948369522034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bumped into Jocelyn who came all the way to Melaka for friend's birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really feel like blogging these days. Out of words I guess. You guys can see its mostly pictures &amp;amp; not much words. Even when there's words, it just doesn't make sense ain't it? Lol! At least I'm trying not to leave the blog dead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people (''.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-8395465750384521482?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/8395465750384521482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=8395465750384521482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/8395465750384521482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/8395465750384521482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/04/melaka-trip-09.html' title='Melaka Trip &apos;09'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S7yh-BIJDqI/AAAAAAAACk0/x0XEk0KFbO0/s72-c/DSC06446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-31524018337821142</id><published>2010-03-25T13:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:16:00.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' update with some awfully nice pictures♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, I stayed away for days from my blog again. Maybe my life's just too death to be blogged about. The reason that I'm blogging now, is not because of the blog or anything but I just need a reason sneak a lil' time off my reports &amp;amp; quizzes &amp;amp; assignments. Skipped the whole day of lectures just to catch up with my work. Was really busy for the past week, same old reports here &amp;amp; there, a research field trip for my Ecology studies for the whole weekend, in which I got bitten with more than hundreds of mosquitoes. Literally it was the mosquitoes' New Year that day in the forest &amp;amp; I'm apparently their main dish. My sensitive skin reacted real badly to the bites. It went swollen &amp;amp; red &amp;amp; it hurts &amp;amp; burns like mad. When I thought it was just about to get better, the after/secondary-allergic-reaction came! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Bang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Went to the doctor who gave me an injection right on my right cheek butt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; lotsa medicines that makes me go dizzy &amp;amp; woozy &amp;amp; an MC for 2 days which ended me on bed sleeping off the 2 days. So here I'm in the uni library camping, trying to catch up with my workload by tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow the pictures from my field trip was not uploaded yet but I manage to found some really interesting shots of the photographer that came along with us. These pictures was from the field trip last year but it was taken at the same place &amp;amp; oh well, the pictures was just wonderful. Superb. Pictures courtesy to &lt;strong&gt;Yong&lt;/strong&gt;, the photographer &amp;amp; our lovely demo too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452444108042514546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r5BymLsHI/AAAAAAAACbM/DcDl4qgH9UI/s400/IMG_2694_2_3_tonemapped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beautiful sunset from the 100 years old lighthouse located in Bukit Melawati. The vast forest beneath that, oh well, that's two of our research spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r5BK_hGrI/AAAAAAAACbE/8WwgvnhbOmo/s1600/IMG_2769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452444097411357362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r5BK_hGrI/AAAAAAAACbE/8WwgvnhbOmo/s400/IMG_2769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st research spot: The Mangrove. Practically, its the kind of habitat located near to rivers/oceans &amp;amp; its all muddy. No hard rock soil for you to walk in, plain mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r5ASbLOlI/AAAAAAAACa8/pal1yHrkNJI/s1600/IMG_2788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452444082226543186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r5ASbLOlI/AAAAAAAACa8/pal1yHrkNJI/s400/IMG_2788.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And you can sink really deep in if you walk in the wrong spot. Above is a picture of a senior sinking into the mud, you can practically see half of his body went into the mud. That's how deep it can does! Beware people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4_mt5-fI/AAAAAAAACa0/1lzywOx-Cjg/s1600/IMG_2868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452444070493944306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4_mt5-fI/AAAAAAAACa0/1lzywOx-Cjg/s400/IMG_2868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found this shot in the folder too. No idea if it's a worm or a caterpillar but it sure do look interesting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*breathing hard.. still trying to overcome my own phobia towards worms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4vtY9y2I/AAAAAAAACas/8An7GpyOzIQ/s1600/IMG_2887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443797407255394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4vtY9y2I/AAAAAAAACas/8An7GpyOzIQ/s400/IMG_2887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd research spot: The secondary forest which hundreds of years ago, used to be mangroves. In it, you can come upon hundred-years-old mangrove trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4vAITGZI/AAAAAAAACak/mJh_O_Sl4RY/s1600/IMG_2895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443785257752978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4vAITGZI/AAAAAAAACak/mJh_O_Sl4RY/s400/IMG_2895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love all this shots. Shots of nature, the creation of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4uXMBhHI/AAAAAAAACac/SM44bnpsL0w/s1600/IMG_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443774267524210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4uXMBhHI/AAAAAAAACac/SM44bnpsL0w/s400/IMG_2940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is our 3rd research spot, located at Gombak: The primary rainforest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4tpBbQJI/AAAAAAAACaU/A8nZYvD0kH4/s1600/IMG_2955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443761875042450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4tpBbQJI/AAAAAAAACaU/A8nZYvD0kH4/s400/IMG_2955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The unpolluted Gombak stream/river inside the forest. If you are to drive in Gombak area, you can see the river most of the time but it definitely looks way much different from here, yellowish, muddy &amp;amp; polluted. This is how its supposed to be in fact given the chance that we human take cares of it &amp;amp; not pollute it for our own convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4swHsigI/AAAAAAAACaM/6LkTUvU04F8/s1600/IMG_2963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443746600520194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r4swHsigI/AAAAAAAACaM/6LkTUvU04F8/s400/IMG_2963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Lots of people was surprised when I decided to switch from my Double Degree Business &amp;amp; Communication course to the current one, Bachelor of Science in Envinronmental Management. Most of my friends did come up to me and ask me the infamous million dollar question "Why?" Oh well, I seriously had no answer for it. Interest perhaps? And the knowledge I gained through this course might not be the million dollar tip on how to invest on the future markets or how to be the best CEO but its something really meaningful, given you the basic understanding of this place we're living in &amp;amp; all its other inhabitants. In a way, it gives me more insight of lifes, at the same time, more questions towards it too. But for now, I'll just try my best to walk on this path that I've choose.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-31524018337821142?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/31524018337821142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=31524018337821142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/31524018337821142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/31524018337821142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/03/lil-update-with-some-awfully-nice.html' title='A lil&apos; update with some awfully nice pictures♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S6r5BymLsHI/AAAAAAAACbM/DcDl4qgH9UI/s72-c/IMG_2694_2_3_tonemapped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-1394153625861527566</id><published>2010-03-16T23:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:16:59.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sook Lee 21st Birthday♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Once again, I manage to stay away from my blog for &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;God-knows-how-long. &lt;/span&gt;Guess I'm not really into blogging mood these days. And I manage to forget how good it feels to have a place I can vent out all I want. Yes, I have Twitter for that purpose, but oh well, the limited word count for each post really pissed me off at times, so blog is still the place where I can write all I want even if it ends up longer than my essay? I pity my friends who read this, or maybe if they need a bed time story, they can just click in here &amp;amp; read &amp;amp; sleep. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni has started again &amp;amp; I'm trying hard to change my bad lazy habits &amp;amp; trying to attend more lectures &amp;amp; tutorials &amp;amp; do all my laboratories works &amp;amp; shits. But habits are hard to change but I'm still working hard on it. Want a change of lifestyle too, wants to stop wasting time on useless things &amp;amp; that include useless people too. Sleeping at the right time at night is a tough thing to do these days &amp;amp; that leaves an exhausted me the following day since I'm no longer in the holiday time zone where I can sleep till whatever time I want to. Oh well, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below are taken from one of my best girlfriend's 21st birthday, Sook Lee, which I organised for her. And oh yes, her birthday is during January, which was 2 months back. Yes, a much much delayed post but looking back at my blog's achieve, I realize I haven't even blog about my Melbourne trip &amp;amp; my birthday, both which happen last year so don't be surprise one day if you guys suddenly see two &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ONE YEAR OLD&lt;/span&gt; posts one day... But that will be the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my very-the-dear Sook Lee's birthday. She wanted to celebrate at the place I celebrated mine last year which was K-Box, no clubs &amp;amp; bars for her as well but ended up I suggested a nice restaurant, just the place for a private party/dinner with a few of her friends. Memorable enough for her I hope. So dear, is it good enough for you? Or you had imagine it to be better &amp;amp; I failed you miserably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-uty4Uq5I/AAAAAAAACaE/WzPYRSN_zws/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266175916944274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-uty4Uq5I/AAAAAAAACaE/WzPYRSN_zws/s400/IMG_1845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday girl♥&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-utKTBdhI/AAAAAAAACZ8/lPF0y86zj1s/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266165023077906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-utKTBdhI/AAAAAAAACZ8/lPF0y86zj1s/s400/IMG_1851.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The black &amp;amp; white table setting. The party was black &amp;amp; white themed but forgive me for adding the colourful "Happy Birthday" banner thing at the back, just want to do it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-usVAhp2I/AAAAAAAACZ0/lj26gyojNTU/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266150718416738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-usVAhp2I/AAAAAAAACZ0/lj26gyojNTU/s400/IMG_1861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cupcakes that reads &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Happy 21st Birthday Bitch"&lt;/span&gt; as the cake &amp;amp; dessert =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-urkvhm8I/AAAAAAAACZs/H2ZAJ6IkV6s/s1600-h/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266137762208706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-urkvhm8I/AAAAAAAACZs/H2ZAJ6IkV6s/s400/IMG_1878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rushed there right after work to get the decorations &amp;amp; settings up. Had the last minute confirmation &amp;amp; plans with the manager over there too. By the time everything is done, its time for a short break. Chilled outside with a glass of white wine♥ Loving the environment lotsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-urMhsYyI/AAAAAAAACZk/PnsFTNXLAlU/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449266131261743906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-urMhsYyI/AAAAAAAACZk/PnsFTNXLAlU/s400/IMG_1872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came across these 3 utterly adorable siblings outside, playing at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-tq67H8-I/AAAAAAAACZc/Lc6YoceBUgU/s1600-h/IMG_1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449265027024942050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-tq67H8-I/AAAAAAAACZc/Lc6YoceBUgU/s400/IMG_1874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The toddler♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-tqEWgakI/AAAAAAAACZU/u0oNc0JgSDQ/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449265012375841346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-tqEWgakI/AAAAAAAACZU/u0oNc0JgSDQ/s400/IMG_1875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the brother who came back and ask me to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"take another picture"&lt;/span&gt; of him because he dislike the first one. Lol! Definitely not a camera-shy-kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-tpS-X4mI/AAAAAAAACZM/3YW8LFWctTs/s1600-h/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264999121281634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-tpS-X4mI/AAAAAAAACZM/3YW8LFWctTs/s400/IMG_1882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; the birthday girl♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-to7pT1QI/AAAAAAAACZE/JgCt9ic9fgY/s1600-h/IMG_3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264992858920194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-to7pT1QI/AAAAAAAACZE/JgCt9ic9fgY/s400/IMG_3527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Jeleine - Sook Lee- Cristine -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-tof00_1I/AAAAAAAACY8/ZkGlN4K4dmU/s1600-h/IMG_1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264985391038290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-tof00_1I/AAAAAAAACY8/ZkGlN4K4dmU/s400/IMG_1913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shottt with flashlight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s_qC47FI/AAAAAAAACY0/AyiH2BZMbDs/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264283759733842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s_qC47FI/AAAAAAAACY0/AyiH2BZMbDs/s400/IMG_1908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And definitely the wrong shot of me &amp;amp; the 9 years &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;brother-sister-relationship&lt;/span&gt;, Tommy Chin! People do get the wrong meaning, but oh well, who cares♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s_HMMaZI/AAAAAAAACYs/4vOfSm5feFo/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264274403518866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s_HMMaZI/AAAAAAAACYs/4vOfSm5feFo/s400/IMG_1903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The primary school mates! Cheers♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s-reqcBI/AAAAAAAACYk/TnyBGZ4Nly4/s1600-h/IMG_3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264266964791314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s-reqcBI/AAAAAAAACYk/TnyBGZ4Nly4/s400/IMG_3554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the cupcakes♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s9-dNIrI/AAAAAAAACYc/LLgI-3ojZsk/s1600-h/IMG_3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264254879081138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s9-dNIrI/AAAAAAAACYc/LLgI-3ojZsk/s400/IMG_3550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pictureee! Barely fit into the camera. Was it a total of 28pax huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s9TNYyPI/AAAAAAAACYU/wtlhgrWWOI8/s1600-h/IMG_3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264243270011122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-s9TNYyPI/AAAAAAAACYU/wtlhgrWWOI8/s400/IMG_3572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big MaMa ♥ Sook Lee ♥ Cristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sRJTyhXI/AAAAAAAACYM/NUhvvLRu_xM/s1600-h/IMG_3579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449263484698264946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sRJTyhXI/AAAAAAAACYM/NUhvvLRu_xM/s400/IMG_3579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End up chit-chatting with Big MaMa the whole night after dinner. Catch up time because when I flew to Kota Kinabalu, she wasn't there so we decided to do the catch up session in KL. One of the Sabahan I grew to love♥ lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sQScRusI/AAAAAAAACYE/uHZdaHVkxhA/s1600-h/IMG_3588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449263469969914562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sQScRusI/AAAAAAAACYE/uHZdaHVkxhA/s400/IMG_3588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last duty of the night, to count the money &amp;amp; pay the bill. End of work! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sP__4-1I/AAAAAAAACX8/lNqTl073S2k/s1600-h/IMG_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449263465019013970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sP__4-1I/AAAAAAAACX8/lNqTl073S2k/s400/IMG_3594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed next to Decanter @Sri Hartamas for drinks with the primary schoolmate. Oh, I think I forget to mention, the private dinner was organised @ &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B I J O U&lt;/span&gt;, Mont Kiara. Nice food, nice ambience, nice drink. Definitely the place to go♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sPUwCe8I/AAAAAAAACX0/rQHJnpN7R38/s1600-h/IMG_3596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449263453409803202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sPUwCe8I/AAAAAAAACX0/rQHJnpN7R38/s400/IMG_3596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being the poser with the alcohol while my brother Tommy decided to look all serious &amp;amp; smiling. He's definitely the wild one, not me k?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sOmJKVWI/AAAAAAAACXs/8hJYFEeYhyQ/s1600-h/IMG_3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449263440898708834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-sOmJKVWI/AAAAAAAACXs/8hJYFEeYhyQ/s400/IMG_3597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Tommy - Me - Jenn Lim -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rQyd1bSI/AAAAAAAACXk/6sAmKsq6ys0/s1600-h/IMG_3598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449262379054755106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rQyd1bSI/AAAAAAAACXk/6sAmKsq6ys0/s400/IMG_3598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jacob &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;the biscuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rQU4k0mI/AAAAAAAACXc/OWbJm0RV_9s/s1600-h/IMG_3599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449262371113849442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rQU4k0mI/AAAAAAAACXc/OWbJm0RV_9s/s400/IMG_3599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeleine &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rP71NDvI/AAAAAAAACXU/I72z4jKaOik/s1600-h/IMG_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449262364388822770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rP71NDvI/AAAAAAAACXU/I72z4jKaOik/s400/IMG_3600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kissing the glassss.. Poser betull... Hahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rPSclmxI/AAAAAAAACXM/7KN3ox4_G_I/s1600-h/IMG_3603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449262353279720210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rPSclmxI/AAAAAAAACXM/7KN3ox4_G_I/s400/IMG_3603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To drink or not to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rO0dD96I/AAAAAAAACXE/lPK-9EIDx0w/s1600-h/IMG_3604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449262345228646306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-rO0dD96I/AAAAAAAACXE/lPK-9EIDx0w/s400/IMG_3604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, wine is still the love♥ of my life. Bought a bottle from Decanter which was really really good at a really cheap price. Product of South Africa, medium bodied, definitely good. Headed to friend's place for a heart2heart / wine night session after. It was a hell out of a night, definitely one of the memorable ones in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I'm feeling useless at the moment now after everything that had happened recently. In a way, it makes me feel myself that I had managed to fail in almost everything, business, studies, relationships &amp;amp; maybe even friendships huh? I know it might sounds wrong to say it, but I definitely misses you at times like these. I miss the way you care for me, the way you will be there for me despite the time I call you, the way you will not ask a single question &amp;amp; listen to all I had said before you judge or comment &amp;amp; most important, the way you will offer me a hug before &amp;amp; after everything. And the way you will smell me even if I had not showered all day. Lol!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-1394153625861527566?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/1394153625861527566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=1394153625861527566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/1394153625861527566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/1394153625861527566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-again-i-manage-to-stay-away-from.html' title='Sook Lee 21st Birthday♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S5-uty4Uq5I/AAAAAAAACaE/WzPYRSN_zws/s72-c/IMG_1845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-7264609666895501727</id><published>2010-03-08T02:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:17:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to stand on solid-hardrock-ground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It gets scary sometimes on how cruel the reality can be. How the reality can be so ugly when minutes ago, you was just in your own fairytale land with the most beautiful view &amp;amp; mind. Once again, I'm jot back down to the reality. I guess its good though, I seriously had to keep my feet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*and mind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the ground for the following 2 &amp;amp; a half years. I have no idea am I going to pull through all this shit happening around me, friends, family, relationships, studies, career, healthy, etc. but the old Chinese saying goe&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;s "When the boat hits the dock, it will be straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*or it just had to be no matter what*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. Its a direct translation from cantonese. Its pretty lifeless but I guess I really had to keep my foot on ground for now. Getting myself floated up into the skies for God-knows-how-long then get dragged/dumped/jotted back down to hard solid land is never fun. And its never something that will me feeling &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;oo-oo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;aa-aa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Its time to wake myself up &amp;amp; un-blind myself from the lies &amp;amp; deception that you &amp;amp; I had created together. Its time for me to see that you're not who I thought you were, that your actions were just another act of yours for me to see the way you want me to. But sometimes, when a person went so far to act in front of you, acting so true that you believe it, and by believing it, it keeps you alive &amp;amp; well, you just want to believe it longer. But its never healthy to do so. It goes back to the same question, to do the right thing or to do the happy thing?]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-7264609666895501727?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/7264609666895501727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=7264609666895501727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7264609666895501727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7264609666895501727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/03/trying-to-stand-on-solid-hardrock.html' title='Trying to stand on solid-hardrock-ground.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-6056783041923007186</id><published>2010-03-04T00:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:15:51.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song that sings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been pretty emo since 2 nights ago &amp;amp; like always, I'm still living &amp;amp; breathing. Never had the courage to do anything too crazy, too dangerous. People who have me on twitter or who happen to read my twitter during these 2 days will be reading all my emo tweets &amp;amp; wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wtf is wrong with this bitch?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it is related to relationship problems in a way.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;No, nobody dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact, when he told me that he's afraid I'll be mad at him. the answer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, I'm not mad at you. I'm just feeling shocked, confused &amp;amp; mad at myself. You didn't hurt me, but I hurt myself by believing in you &amp;amp; everything you told me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how am I to trust you in the near future, because, you can frigging told me you love me 2 weeks ago &amp;amp; 2 weeks later,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*taaadaaa* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you're in a relationship. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oh wait, I didn't finish the sentence, you're in a relationship with another girl. Okay, I think its starting to sound confusing now. 2 weeks before, we&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*me&amp;amp;him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a long talk, we never planned to get into a relationship because of our own&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reasons which both of us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on. And all the words you told me, the way you treated me all these while, even in this 2 weeks &amp;amp; suddenly, you're in a relationship with someone.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; *Uh &amp;amp; the funny part is, she is not someone who's there but here too. So does it makes a difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So does that means what we said was just meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important part, what you told me after you went "into a relationship".. But I respect you neverless &amp;amp; I'm not going to write it out here because its supposed to be private. It was what you told me that make me so lost, so confused, so afraid to believe anymore. I had no idea how to differentiate the truth &amp;amp; lies from your words. And if what you're telling me is the truth, then does your action point towards the opposite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't want you to be in a relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want you to break up with her.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not angry at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me an important lesson neverless, sometimes, it hurts to trust a person with all your heart &amp;amp; then you realize that everything is a fraud, a lie. Betrayal maybe? I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I told you I sent my blessings to you &amp;amp; her to be happy together &amp;amp; to love &amp;amp; cherish one another, I really mean it because I don't want you in person nor your heart. I just want you to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with me as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people know mandarin, read the lyrics of this song, or go to the extend of downloading it, because its the way I'm feeling now. Like I said, I blame no one but myself for all this shit happening right now, this moment. Its a very famous old song by Kelly Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;陈慧琳 - 是我不好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我都醉了&lt;br /&gt;灯光在我眼里都模糊了&lt;br /&gt;为什么还清清楚楚记得&lt;br /&gt;那天那句要我把你忘了&lt;br /&gt;怎么能忘了&lt;br /&gt;除非不呼吸&lt;br /&gt;走到哪里 才躲的掉回忆&lt;br /&gt;离别就是让人怀疑着自己&lt;br /&gt;连恨不恨你都不能确定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许这一切都是我不好&lt;br /&gt;是我不知道&lt;br /&gt;只有真心留不住男人一个拥抱&lt;br /&gt;就算眼泪会是温柔的守候&lt;br /&gt;可是爱如果是求来的&lt;br /&gt;我也不想要&lt;br /&gt;是我不好&lt;br /&gt;是我还忘不掉&lt;br /&gt;心痛只能用时间来消耗&lt;br /&gt;毕竟当初是我选的一个&lt;br /&gt;给不起我永远的人&lt;br /&gt;就算是我不好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我都醉了&lt;br /&gt;灯光在我眼里都模糊了&lt;br /&gt;为什么还清清楚楚记得&lt;br /&gt;那天那句要我把你忘了&lt;br /&gt;怎么能忘了&lt;br /&gt;除非不呼吸&lt;br /&gt;走到哪里才躲的掉回忆&lt;br /&gt;离别就是让人怀疑着自己&lt;br /&gt;连恨不恨你都不能确定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许这一切都是我不好&lt;br /&gt;是我不知道&lt;br /&gt;只有真心留不住男人一个拥抱&lt;br /&gt;就算眼泪会是温柔的守候&lt;br /&gt;可是爱如果是求来的&lt;br /&gt;我也不想要&lt;br /&gt;是我不好&lt;br /&gt;是我还忘不掉&lt;br /&gt;心痛只能用时间来消耗&lt;br /&gt;毕竟当初是我选的一个&lt;br /&gt;给不起我永远的人&lt;br /&gt;就算是我不好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lil' translation on the chorus for those who don't understand: "What happened was due to my own fault &amp;amp; my own stupidity for not knowing that loving a person with a heart so true is insufficient to make a man love back &amp;amp; stay. If the relationship were to come because of my tears &amp;amp; begging, &amp;amp; not because of you feeling the same way like I do, I rather not have it. It's my own fault for being unable to forget what we had &amp;amp; the only cure for the hurt &amp;amp; pain I'm feeling now could only be heal through time. And I got no one but myself to blame for choosing a guy that wouldn't give us a future. Its my own fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know this translation kinda sucks but I couldn't think of better words for it with the retarded brain of mine. Forgive me. Try listening to it though. Its a really nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're interested in downloading it, click &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bu.lonelylive.cn/COFFdD0xMjY3NjM1NjYwJmk9MTE4LjEwMC4yMzUuOTImdT1Tb25ncy92Mi9mYWludFFDLzU5L2ZhLzVhZDAzY2EzN2UxODk4OGRjMzEyZGJlMjNlMWFmYTU5Lm1wMyZtPWJhOTdlNDg0MTNhZmI0N2JhOGRiN2RjNjFmZTc3NTE0JnY9JnA9bg==.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-6056783041923007186?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/6056783041923007186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=6056783041923007186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/6056783041923007186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/6056783041923007186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-that-sings.html' title='A song that sings.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-3380418504646939548</id><published>2010-03-01T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:14:34.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of Uni is the ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monash has officially started their lectures, tutorials &amp;amp; labs which mean I'm to resume my uni life again for God know how many more years. Drove all the way back to uni for my first &amp;amp; only frigging one hour lecture &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*which consist of introduction of the course =="*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I'm free. My all time favorite herbalist bunnykins then pergi ber-chillin' with me at the much missed place SnowFlake @ SS15! Just the right food on hot humid weather we are having these day! Sat there catching up, chatting all kind of nonsense &amp;amp; non-nonsense &amp;amp; practically waste our time there till Evonne &amp;amp; Andrew arrived, Evonne being the sweety brought cornflakes &amp;amp; cupcakes for us &amp;amp; Andrew brought huge lolli for bunnykins &amp;amp; me from Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asia Cafe the next stop for solid food for the hungry couple. Weather got a lil' too hot that we decided to head up to the pool-foos area for air-conditioned area &amp;amp; a drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4vXCpsr2UI/AAAAAAAACW8/dt6yT3tKL5I/s1600-h/DSC08999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4vXCpsr2UI/AAAAAAAACW8/dt6yT3tKL5I/s400/DSC08999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443681015160363330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The all time common-favorite. It's a sad case that Hoegaarden is not available in most places yet!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4vXBKIe5xI/AAAAAAAACW0/Ql17rpWO3Zg/s1600-h/DSC09000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4vXBKIe5xI/AAAAAAAACW0/Ql17rpWO3Zg/s400/DSC09000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443680989507151634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a few round of pool with the babe &amp;amp; boys! All I can say is I manage to lose all the round. They went foos next, which I had totally no idea how to play after all these years! If you think my pool sucks to the max, wait till you see me foos cos you'll think you're dead &amp;amp; had gone to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Evonne's crib for mahjong later with Juice. First time seeing him so adorable &amp;amp; cute while playing mahjong! Mahjong is going to remain my favorite past-time weih♥ First day of uni was a lil' too chillin' &amp;amp; I do feel guilty for it =[ But I can never say NO to a good drink &amp;amp; a few rounds of mahjong can I? Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to earth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRISTINE CHENG!&lt;/span&gt; Time to aim distinction on all my units!! Oh, wait a minute, drinks with the girls tomorrow first =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-night people! Much loves♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-3380418504646939548?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/3380418504646939548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=3380418504646939548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3380418504646939548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3380418504646939548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/03/1st-day-of-uni-is.html' title='1st day of Uni is the ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4vXCpsr2UI/AAAAAAAACW8/dt6yT3tKL5I/s72-c/DSC08999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-4425217319586147403</id><published>2010-02-28T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:55:07.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up inside out still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The end of my holidays was spent on a last minute vacation to Kuantan. A final break for me before I'm to face the books &amp;amp; lectures, a time for me to let all the deep random thoughts flit all over my mind, a time for me to let all my emotions flow the way it wants to before I bottled all of it up &amp;amp; concentrate on what I'm supposed to concentrate on. So many things had happened during this short duration of CNY &amp;amp; it remind me once again on how cruel the society &amp;amp; people can be. Face the fact, nobody is perfect &amp;amp; nothing is going to be perfect but try viewing it from a different perspective might lighten things up &amp;amp; make it look prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVwNVb5RI/AAAAAAAACWs/BLjhD7IDS08/s1600-h/DSC08737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVwNVb5RI/AAAAAAAACWs/BLjhD7IDS08/s400/DSC08737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327755076494610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking around me &amp;amp; all that had happened to me &amp;amp; my precious ones, sometimes its just so terrifying to see how fragile is most of these days relationships. And it is also shocking to see how crazy people can be, so illogical, so uncontrollable, so daring, in the name of love. Some people say its all because of love. Some people say its plain craziness. Is love a power so big, big enough to drive someone out of their own mind &amp;amp; do unexplainable things? I stick to my own believe, a believe that says loves is one of main reasons why so many beautiful things happens in life, that loves is one of the factor responsible for all the beautiful memories we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVapxeHsI/AAAAAAAACWk/IWX5nPWVcVU/s1600-h/DSC08684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVapxeHsI/AAAAAAAACWk/IWX5nPWVcVU/s400/DSC08684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327384753151682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the same time, it is undeniable that love is one thing that will hurt the deepest. So deep at times that I had known people say death would be preferable, an escape route for the process of hurting &amp;amp; healing from it. I had never agree that death would be the wise choice, the correct choice no matter what happened but its undeniable that love could hurt a person that deep that it drives the people mind &amp;amp; they became another being on its down, a soulless walking corpse. But one thing is for sure, we always come back for more. Love is definitely something we can never get enough &amp;amp; will always crave for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVaK1E0qI/AAAAAAAACWc/8LTyrMpzF2Q/s1600-h/DSC08587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVaK1E0qI/AAAAAAAACWc/8LTyrMpzF2Q/s400/DSC08587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327376446771874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life's a cycle. That's for sure. Love is one too. You fall in love, then you falled out of love. First you get to feel like you're one of the happiest person on Earth, then you feel like you're one of the saddest person on Earth. The hurts comes in &amp;amp; through the process of hurting &amp;amp; healing, you learn your own mistakes &amp;amp; learn another lesson on love. Then you learn how to love again based on your own experience, and most important, your heart. And one day, you will learn how to truly love a person with everything you have &amp;amp; vice-versa &amp;amp; that's the day you found your other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVZoCkvQI/AAAAAAAACWU/LsJ4JqFyW_U/s1600-h/DSC08596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVZoCkvQI/AAAAAAAACWU/LsJ4JqFyW_U/s400/DSC08596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327367108148482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But till the day you are to find your own soul mate, I guess its about waiting &amp;amp; learning, living your life to the fullest, trying to live it to the minimum regrets &amp;amp; thinking of "what-ifs". Life goes on &amp;amp; people get into relationships, get out of it &amp;amp; move on &amp;amp; then get into new relationships. Some people might be tired of getting into relationships, unsure if the other person is "the-one", just wanting to meet the next one &amp;amp; hope that its "the-one". But avoiding love, avoiding getting into a relationship just because you're tired or unsure is a risk of losing the chance to find out if the other person is ever the one. There's something that will remain unknown if you never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVY39xkeI/AAAAAAAACWM/GRPQC3L8K_M/s1600-h/DSC08521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVY39xkeI/AAAAAAAACWM/GRPQC3L8K_M/s400/DSC08521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327354203116002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had been people who rushed into relationships that everybody disagree on, that everybody didn't support &amp;amp; oh well, miracles happens &amp;amp; it just prove to the people around how wrong they are. Sometimes, trust your own instinct, trust your own heart, following your own words. At the same time, I had seen people where the other half, had shown them the ugly side, had told them the truth &amp;amp; yet, they choose to remain in the relationship, clinging onto it so hard even though the other half had let go of it. They choose to be stuck in a dark hole they create for themselve, stuck their head in it, blind themselve in the darkness &amp;amp; imagine their own bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVX9BfsaI/AAAAAAAACWE/LPPTbf9e5qY/s1600-h/1_682676267l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVX9BfsaI/AAAAAAAACWE/LPPTbf9e5qY/s400/1_682676267l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327338381029794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the random thoughts I had said above, I came to no answer yet. But I choose to believe that someday, somewhere out there, there will be my other half standing, waiting for me like how I had been waiting for him. I choose to believe love as one of the most amazing things that can happen in life, one of the most beautiful blessings God had given to us. To all the single people out there, please don't give up or be afraid to love. To all the couples out there, learn to appreciate the other half standing in front of you, remember to love with everything you have, love like you had never hurt before. Do not leave a regret for the future or a chance to wonder "What if I had love more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember always: "The more you give, the more you take" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese Valentine people. And a final time to say Happy Chinese New Year in the year of Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-4425217319586147403?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/4425217319586147403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=4425217319586147403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/4425217319586147403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/4425217319586147403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/02/messed-up-inside-out-still.html' title='Messed up inside out still.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S4qVwNVb5RI/AAAAAAAACWs/BLjhD7IDS08/s72-c/DSC08737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-2664321413897658424</id><published>2010-02-19T01:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:18:09.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything &amp; nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;As most people know, I wasn't around much in KL for the past 3 weeks. Was spending most of my time first in Kota Kinabalu then flew back to Hong Kong for the Chinese New Year. Some people was telling me how nice it was to be on a vacation, but I actually had other meaning for this two trip &amp;amp; for the period when I was away in KL. Things hadn't been that smooth for some time &amp;amp; this two trip was more like an escape route for me &amp;amp; at the same time, to get my mind sorted out, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///D:/(." /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32RXBiJywI/AAAAAAAACV0/s5GmhUEFFgY/s1600-h/DSC07657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439663749668129538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32RXBiJywI/AAAAAAAACV0/s5GmhUEFFgY/s400/DSC07657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first stop was the land of Mother Nature where I spent most of my time in the slow moving city surrounded by the beach, the ocean &amp;amp; the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32RW_hyZuI/AAAAAAAACVs/jYvwhykCShA/s1600-h/P1030860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439663749129725666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32RW_hyZuI/AAAAAAAACVs/jYvwhykCShA/s400/P1030860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I flew back to the hectic land, where people was always rushing somewhere, doing something, getting myself surrounded with the grey metal buildings &amp;amp; a same yet different ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32RWa4uChI/AAAAAAAACVk/8xbuetpjXME/s1600-h/P1030862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439663739293796882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32RWa4uChI/AAAAAAAACVk/8xbuetpjXME/s400/P1030862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yet, in this city filled with millions of people cramped into this small space, I could still the loneliness, the emptiness. It is surprising on how low I could get, how utterly alone I could be when I was in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32QcTFGT3I/AAAAAAAACVc/fwR-OD8JmM8/s1600-h/IMG_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439662740765822834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32QcTFGT3I/AAAAAAAACVc/fwR-OD8JmM8/s400/IMG_1654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But deep in my heart, I know there is this few person who would be there for me no matter where life leads me to in the future. The few person on earth who love me unconditionally, who taught me when I was wrong &amp;amp; encourage me when I fall. The few person who I call my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32Qb1fv2yI/AAAAAAAACVU/YXW1NH-UoQA/s1600-h/IMG_1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439662732824533794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32Qb1fv2yI/AAAAAAAACVU/YXW1NH-UoQA/s400/IMG_1617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking at the happy couple, my brother &amp;amp; my sister in law who got married on September last year, I wonder if one day, I would get the chance to find me other half &amp;amp; spent the rest of my life with him. Sometimes, I do worry deep down that my other half wasn't out there &amp;amp; I'll end up alone like how we are born into the world, alone. I wonder how it feels like to be the bride, how it feels like to have your other half shower you with unconditional love &amp;amp; promise to spent the rest of their life with you despite poverty &amp;amp; death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32Qblo7uyI/AAAAAAAACVM/ecCYfXBfRYs/s1600-h/DSC07624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439662728568093474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32Qblo7uyI/AAAAAAAACVM/ecCYfXBfRYs/s400/DSC07624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And at most of my trouble times, I mostly ended up either sleeping it away, or trying my best to blow everything away by yakking to my few most precious friends. God had been kind enough to me, to shower me with a family, although imperfect, but who cares for me &amp;amp; a few really good people who I could call them as my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32QbC9_ubI/AAAAAAAACVE/ibH-B12ww2U/s1600-h/DSC07619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439662719261194674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32QbC9_ubI/AAAAAAAACVE/ibH-B12ww2U/s400/DSC07619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the sleeping, yakking &amp;amp; crying, given enough time, I could put back a smile on my face. Some things really take times to cure. They say time is one of the best medicine, especially for emotional scars. I agree. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32VgD-bG3I/AAAAAAAACV8/lNR2RNIGo3c/s1600-h/DSC08206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439668302988909426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32VgD-bG3I/AAAAAAAACV8/lNR2RNIGo3c/s400/DSC08206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But sometimes when it is too much, or I feel really lost myself, couldn't find the answer for the million of mysteries we face in life, I close my eyes &amp;amp; try to feel without thinking. Some answers are never meant to be logical. Somethings just happen &amp;amp; its unexplainable. Like love. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O4Q02XrI/AAAAAAAACU0/weWmjH4PeG4/s1600-h/P1030857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439661022173879986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O4Q02XrI/AAAAAAAACU0/weWmjH4PeG4/s400/P1030857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the same time, I try to achieve peace with myself. Cos all the conflict I face outside is tiring enough. Conflict within oneself is an additional torture. How could you expect others accept you for who you are when you yourself is conflicting over who you are? Same goes for love. If one does not even know how to love oneself, then the one doesn't know how to love another being. Someone special to me use to tell me this in the past. How true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O3-q1uII/AAAAAAAACUs/dQ8FitG7H90/s1600-h/DSC06400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439661017300056194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O3-q1uII/AAAAAAAACUs/dQ8FitG7H90/s400/DSC06400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe this is life. After much disappointment, I still choose to believe in miracle &amp;amp; wish for it to happen. Hope is one of the element that keeps life going when you're going through the bumpy side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O3mOBrdI/AAAAAAAACUk/QRNmhsJxZ98/s1600-h/DSC04688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439661010736754130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O3mOBrdI/AAAAAAAACUk/QRNmhsJxZ98/s400/DSC04688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like fishes in the ocean, we go through the same basic life cycle. There's competition, there's birth, there's death, there's life. And I do wonder, do they feel as much as we do? Or maybe they are more simpler than we humans are? Some times I had to really agree that some of the problems we human face are problems we brought to ourself by our so-called-more-developed-brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O2-idmZI/AAAAAAAACUc/ZfIvD9Y2OhA/s1600-h/DSC07904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439661000085051794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O2-idmZI/AAAAAAAACUc/ZfIvD9Y2OhA/s400/DSC07904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try viewing life from a different point. Nobody is the ever the reason why the earth is still spinning. The earth never revolve around a single person, never in history, never now, never in the future. Earth wouldn't be Earth if there's only a single life. When I was up there alone, I looked down &amp;amp; realized how tiny I'm. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O2k4HJwI/AAAAAAAACUU/-W0eBoI_O6E/s1600-h/DSC08501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439660993196533506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32O2k4HJwI/AAAAAAAACUU/-W0eBoI_O6E/s400/DSC08501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of this post, I would love to wish all the people out there, a Happy Chinese New Year again. Take this time of the year, to show appreciation to the people who matters. The one whom we call as our friends, our family, our other half. Do not live a life where at the brink of death, you flashes back &amp;amp; realize you lead a meaningless life filled with nothing but regrets &amp;amp; mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///D:/(." /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[This was a random post with bits of my thoughts here &amp;amp; there. Pictures are randomly selected from a few occasions &amp;amp; time written somewhere. Its confusing but its what I'm thinking at the moment.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2658888507320937092-2664321413897658424?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/2664321413897658424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=2664321413897658424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2664321413897658424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2664321413897658424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/02/everything-nothing.html' title='Everything &amp; nothing.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S32RXBiJywI/AAAAAAAACV0/s5GmhUEFFgY/s72-c/DSC07657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-6599794604105607599</id><published>2010-02-13T09:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:29:59.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Hong Kong♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the most important season greeting to all the people out there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥ Happy Chinese New Year ♥ Gong Xi Fa Cai ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually I'm in a rush to pick up my cousins so I'll just keep the greetings short eh? May all you people wishes come true! I'm back to Hong Kong for the CNY &amp;amp; the weather is grey &amp;amp; chilly. But the people of Hong Kong never fail to make this festive season to be a bright success. And for me? I'm just happy that they decided to open up all shops until 12 a.m. last night &amp;amp; 1 a.m. tonight! Woots! But I had managed to spend a frigging lum sum of 4k last night in a single day on my shopping &amp;amp; food &amp;amp; drinks etc. There goes all my savings &amp;amp; money I work for during the summer. So I can't wait for my ang paos aka red packets tonight! I'll just keep it short shall I? Can't wait to be back in KL too ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437531240489832722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3X92px8URI/AAAAAAAACUM/PpBak6krLE0/s400/DSC08085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings from the dim sums &amp;amp; polo buns in Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3X92PitchI/AAAAAAAACUE/5a4103PeozQ/s1600-h/DSC08183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437531233446621714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3X92PitchI/AAAAAAAACUE/5a4103PeozQ/s400/DSC08183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course me &amp;amp; my alcohol lover ♥ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I tell you, drinking in Hong Kong is one of the cheapest thing to do! Da yum! Hoegaarden is cheap.. Blue Girl aka my favorite Hong Kong beer is even cheaper!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those who are driving back to hometown, drive safe. To those who are with the family, never fail to show them your love &amp;amp; care. To those who couldn't be with theirs, take the initiative &amp;amp; pick up the phone/go online &amp;amp; talk with them. To those who are already getting the CNY party started, go &lt;strong&gt;GAMBLE &amp;amp; DRINK&lt;/strong&gt; you way like a true Chinese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ Much loves♥ Happy CNY ♥ Hugs&amp;amp;Kisses ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-6599794604105607599?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/6599794604105607599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=6599794604105607599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/6599794604105607599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/6599794604105607599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/02/greetings-from-hong-kong.html' title='Greetings from Hong Kong♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3X92px8URI/AAAAAAAACUM/PpBak6krLE0/s72-c/DSC08085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-821669391182069551</id><published>2010-02-10T22:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:16:46.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something for two of you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; My trip to Kota Kinabalu this time was not as long as I would had like it to be because I had to fly back to Hong Kong for the Chinese New Year but nevertheless, this trip had been a meaningful one, a memorable one because the two special lovelies I had over there. Maybe this trip would not had meet the definition of "fun" &amp;amp; "memorable" for many people out there with its lack of activities but when I say its meaningful &amp;amp; memorable, I truly mean it. The time I get to spend with Charlotte &amp;amp; Soo, the heart2heart conversation I get to had, the hug &amp;amp; shoulder they offer to me, the trust &amp;amp; care they put in me is enough to engrave this trip lifelong in both my mind &amp;amp; heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little gift for the two of you, Charlotte Wong &amp;amp; Soo Siaw Vun. It does not worth a single buck but a little something from my heart to the two of you ♥ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*click on the picture to enlarge it to read the words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF_vlKMcI/AAAAAAAACT0/jnXBMyr2mXY/s1600-h/DSC07283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF_vlKMcI/AAAAAAAACT0/jnXBMyr2mXY/s400/DSC07283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436625399084364226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ Charlotte dear ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF_E-ubyI/AAAAAAAACTs/T_5xagYyCPo/s1600-h/DSC07696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF_E-ubyI/AAAAAAAACTs/T_5xagYyCPo/s400/DSC07696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436625387648872226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ Honey Soo ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF-vQZLBI/AAAAAAAACTk/wxCskd91bUA/s1600-h/DSC07952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF-vQZLBI/AAAAAAAACTk/wxCskd91bUA/s400/DSC07952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436625381817396242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ Charlotte ♥ Soo ♥ Cristine ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LJ_Rky0sI/AAAAAAAACT8/Zdwf3jM08KY/s1600-h/DSC07990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LJ_Rky0sI/AAAAAAAACT8/Zdwf3jM08KY/s400/DSC07990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436629789076280002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the last place I went to in Kota Kinabalu before I left for the airport, the Sacred Heart Cathedral. I did a little prayer &amp;amp; said my thanks to God for I'm feeling blessed, for having meet all of you in my life &amp;amp; for everything I had. And in there, I made a wish too. And I choose to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF9lDvqeI/AAAAAAAACTU/5p-olqjpvgQ/s1600-h/DSC08006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF9lDvqeI/AAAAAAAACTU/5p-olqjpvgQ/s400/DSC08006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436625361900120546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in the airport &amp;amp; plane, I saw a miracle. Maybe its a sign. Or maybe its just nothing. But it means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/%28.%27%27%29%20Pictures%20%28%27%27.%29/Sabah%205th%20Time/DSC07990%20-%20Copy.JPG" alt="" /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-821669391182069551?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/821669391182069551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=821669391182069551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/821669391182069551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/821669391182069551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-something-for-two-of-you.html' title='A little something for two of you ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S3LF_vlKMcI/AAAAAAAACT0/jnXBMyr2mXY/s72-c/DSC07283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-5239648780412179331</id><published>2010-02-05T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:23:35.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Eve @ Bambo9♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This shows how inefficient I can be. A Christmas Eve post when its going to be Chinese New Year soon but I have even much much older pictures compare to this &amp;amp; I'm going to talk about it someday. Well, not much plan for Christmas, was planning to sleep it away since I had work on that day &amp;amp; was really exhausted with work. You guys must be thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is there to be tired about when all you do is sit in a comfortable air-conditioned room from 9 - 6??" &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, its not the physical tired but the mentally exhaustion too from facing the computer for overrated hours! Was on my bed when this dear of mine called &amp;amp; its someone I never say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; to. One friend who love me a lil' too much, a friend who will cry for me when I'm the unhappy one &amp;amp; be there for me, showering me with unlimited love &amp;amp; care whenever I fell. And this time, its my turn to do the same for her. For someone who had just got off a frigging emotional rollercoaster, she's a very strong one! Applause for my dear♥ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*claps..cheers..* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So Bambo9 @ TTDI it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the pictures are courtesy of my dear's camera so oh well, very very low quality with very chao tut &amp;amp; messed up look of mine. Seriously, I was in pajamas &amp;amp; on the verge of falling asleep so all I did was changed &amp;amp; headed out. Nothing was done to my messed up hair/exhausted face. But I brought my soul &amp;amp; body along.. So oh well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unFJ9PvcI/AAAAAAAACTM/Ln_3H_bDz7w/s1600-h/25122009042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unFJ9PvcI/AAAAAAAACTM/Ln_3H_bDz7w/s400/25122009042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434621082366623170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had no idea where I was looking @ that time weih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unEtW_tXI/AAAAAAAACTE/nPIhwHF71SY/s1600-h/25122009045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unEtW_tXI/AAAAAAAACTE/nPIhwHF71SY/s400/25122009045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434621074689996146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gillian ♥ Cristine ♥ Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unEIR3kpI/AAAAAAAACS8/lb6kLwY1O54/s1600-h/25122009041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unEIR3kpI/AAAAAAAACS8/lb6kLwY1O54/s400/25122009041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434621064736379538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I make a wish on Xmas. Will it come true eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unDjUKYhI/AAAAAAAACS0/TQiOVQ7wcs8/s1600-h/25122009040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unDjUKYhI/AAAAAAAACS0/TQiOVQ7wcs8/s400/25122009040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434621054813889042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I decided to go cuckoo to put a smile on my loved one's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unDPwLaOI/AAAAAAAACSs/VWa8-85u4ZA/s1600-h/dsc00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unDPwLaOI/AAAAAAAACSs/VWa8-85u4ZA/s400/dsc00085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434621049562687714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the best medicine would be a big kiss &amp;amp; a big hug♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A red wine session with you after the Bambo9 session. Heart2heart talks with the wine &amp;amp; a shoulder to lean on when I desperately needed one makes this Xmas Eve perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-5239648780412179331?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/5239648780412179331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=5239648780412179331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5239648780412179331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5239648780412179331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/02/xmas-eve-bambo9.html' title='Xmas Eve @ Bambo9♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2unFJ9PvcI/AAAAAAAACTM/Ln_3H_bDz7w/s72-c/25122009042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-35364280523023677</id><published>2010-02-04T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:11:06.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2qayXTmhsI/AAAAAAAACSk/Yk4xwwEbrXs/s1600-h/DSC07390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2qayXTmhsI/AAAAAAAACSk/Yk4xwwEbrXs/s400/DSC07390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434326090416293570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I paid a visit to this hidden beach today. Its definitely no tourist spot &amp;amp; with the raging sun in the noon, there's not a single soul at the beach with the exception of one or two cars parked in the shaded area. I had been here only once in the past but it managed to leave deep memories in me. Drove here alone, parked &amp;amp; got down, found myself a spot facing the ocean &amp;amp; somehow, it got me thinking but all the thoughts &amp;amp; memories just flashed through my mind, never stayed for long &amp;amp; before long, my brain became an empty, blank piece. A feeling of peace washed over me, something I hadn't been feeling for long, even though it only last for a precious 10 minutes before the brain starts working again. There's so many unanswered question, unsorted problems waiting for me. I'm determined to sort out this messed up life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-35364280523023677?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/35364280523023677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=35364280523023677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/35364280523023677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/35364280523023677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/02/peace-please.html' title='Peace please?'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2qayXTmhsI/AAAAAAAACSk/Yk4xwwEbrXs/s72-c/DSC07390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-831181477065566194</id><published>2010-02-03T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:10:24.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from KK, Sabah ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woots! This will be my 5th time to Kota Kinabalu in like 2 years+ duration! And the air still smell so sweet, the ocean still so alluring, the environment still so lovely &amp;amp; with every breath I take, it just makes my heart go pumping faster! Nope, I'm not exaggerating, I'm seriously in ♥ with this place &amp;amp; even my KK friends are wondering when I'll just buy a house &amp;amp; move over for good &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*too bad, I don't have the $$ to do it even though I wanted it much* o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r just find a husband over here &amp;amp; get married &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*&amp;amp; that's not going to happen anyway* &lt;/span&gt;Anyway am quite busy for the 1st &amp;amp; 2nd night here due to Charlotte Wong who insisted on drinking &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I think getting drunk on the 1st night I'm here is becoming a habit/culture/pattern/etc.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Been drinking for 2 nights in a row now &amp;amp; sent Charlotte off to her trip &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*thanks God, break from drinking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; will continue the drinking when she's back on the 6th woots! Will be doing the usual, eating, hanging out, sleeping, waste hours doing nothing beside the sea for these few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the attraction [the ocean, the beach, the drinks] that KK had to offer me, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most important&lt;/span&gt; reason for me to be here would be these two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2kO-0QqGRI/AAAAAAAACSU/XZ4PXwUlLBY/s1600-h/DSC07242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2kO-0QqGRI/AAAAAAAACSU/XZ4PXwUlLBY/s400/DSC07242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433890897742403858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My honey ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2kO-pW0LUI/AAAAAAAACSM/kl0bMwvJd5o/s1600-h/DSC07288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2kO-pW0LUI/AAAAAAAACSM/kl0bMwvJd5o/s400/DSC07288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433890894815440194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my dear ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2kO-C2VqgI/AAAAAAAACSE/PhyV2z9W8yQ/s1600-h/DSC07290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2kO-C2VqgI/AAAAAAAACSE/PhyV2z9W8yQ/s400/DSC07290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433890884478675458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these time, I brought no pressies over beside my heart, my brain, my mouth &amp;amp; my ear. That should be more than enough right babes♥?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no worries, I'm still missing my KL peeps! Can't wait for CNY to get the gambling &amp;amp; drinking rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-831181477065566194?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/831181477065566194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=831181477065566194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/831181477065566194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/831181477065566194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/02/greetings-from-kk-sabah.html' title='Greetings from KK, Sabah ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S2kO-0QqGRI/AAAAAAAACSU/XZ4PXwUlLBY/s72-c/DSC07242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-2223855843042837630</id><published>2010-01-28T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:45:10.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shay's Day ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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kept at my mailbox for a year &amp;amp; I read it this morning again &amp;amp; I decided its a story worth sharing. Its really meaningful &amp;amp; touching to me as well. Although its a bit long, please take some time off to read it if you can. It takes only a lil' bit from everyone to make a huge lot of difference. Most of my friends who are in my email contact's would probably had receive a mail from me this morning but for those who haven't, take a look at this. A simple thought can make a big difference &amp;amp; make he world a much better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.  He cannot understand things as other children do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the natural order of things in my son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. 'I believe  that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled  comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents  itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they’ll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father&lt;i&gt; I&lt;/i&gt; also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits  came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the  field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher,  recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment  in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay  could at least make contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run to first!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the  Way Shay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop  ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and  shouted, 'Run to third!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay, run to third!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran to home, stepped on the  plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game  for his team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That day', said the father softly with tears now  rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of  true love and humanity into this world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO  THIS STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a  second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices,  people hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you’re probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the ‘appropriate’ ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who  sent you this believes that we all can make a  difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the ‘natural order of things.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-2223855843042837630?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/2223855843042837630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=2223855843042837630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2223855843042837630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2223855843042837630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/shays-day.html' title='Shay&apos;s Day ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-2417258883691747371</id><published>2010-01-27T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:50:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts. My words. My decison.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been doing lots of "chit-chatting" these days, where its deep heart-2-heart talks or blowing water. The last conversation I had would be the one with Nen, who told me the shocking news regarding his mom &amp;amp; her current condition. My advice would still be the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take the next flight out of Penang &amp;amp; take a taxi to the hospital now"&lt;/span&gt;. What about the consequences of this action &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh? &lt;/span&gt;My answer would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To hell with it!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you people might think I'm a very rush-headed person. Might think it would be better if I take a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deep breath&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think properly&lt;/span&gt; before putting it into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;action&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, its true, that would be much better than just rushing into things. But life is never that way, t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ime will never stop ticking&lt;/span&gt;, waiting for you &amp;amp; your precious decision to be made &amp;amp; then only the actions take place. By the time your decision is made, it might already be too late. I'm sorry to say, but I lose faith with the words &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's never too late for anything"&lt;/span&gt;. I use to be one who will sit &amp;amp; think first, the calm one, but after all I had been through, I had learn the hard way that not all situation will allow me to do that &amp;amp; it leaves me with regret. I don't have much regret in my life but I do have a few which was due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was too late"&lt;/span&gt;. Please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judge&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; accordingly to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;. It differs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me back to me &amp;amp; some troubles I had been facing these days. I'm grateful for all the precious advice my friends had given to me &amp;amp; I had think it through. I'm sticking to my decision, even though I myself know its dumb &amp;amp; what the risk is &amp;amp; how it would probably end up as but I know, if this remain, I might be happy for today, tomorrow, next week or maybe even next month but still, at the end, I know it leads to my own grave as well. I had decide to take action then to sit aside &amp;amp; enjoy what I have now although this action will put me at high risk losing what I have now but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if its meant to be mine, it will be. If its not, one day, all these will leave me too.&lt;/span&gt; I will accept all the consequences that this action will leads to. I don't want to leave it as something I'll regret later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too fragile, no matter how much you precious it. You never know what happen the day after &amp;amp; you will never know. The pain might be unbearable, but the pain is a process which you must go through in life, a process that will shape &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who you are going to be in the future&lt;/span&gt;. I'm afraid of this pain, I had been through it before &amp;amp; know how it feels like, it feels like I'm in hell, or maybe even worst than that. I know some might think I'm foolish, risking myself to all this pain when it is avoidable but I had decided that this would be the time I would try once more, risking the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"fake"&lt;/span&gt; happiness I have now for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"true"&lt;/span&gt; happiness. I don't want to stay in this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; area any longer. It is torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the worst consequences &amp;amp; the probability of it turning out to be that way but maybe I'm just hoping for that teeny-weeny 1% of miracle again. For one last time, I choose to believe in miracle, wishing it to happen on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always remember, life is too fragile, please try to live it with the minimal regrets.&lt;br /&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/2658888507320937092-2417258883691747371?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/2417258883691747371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=2417258883691747371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2417258883691747371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2417258883691747371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-thoughts-my-words-my-decison.html' title='My thoughts. My words. My decison.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-994537379335282641</id><published>2010-01-26T12:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:06:30.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super rawsome weekend ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This weekend happens 3 weeks back &amp;amp; it definitely hit one of my best weekends. Many of my beloved was back, no dramas, no fuss, nothing bad. I want more weekends like these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleaseeeee?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *praying hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the best part &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*or maybe not*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is I took a day off work on Friday because one of the beloved is only back for 3 days &amp;amp; free on the day itself. And I could sleep in till noon for the weekday hence the weekend started on my Thursday night, which was the night I went spoiling myself &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&amp;amp; fattening myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the Japanese food with my babe &amp;amp; kitty which I had blogged on a seperate post &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/japanese-food-please.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up after sleeping for more than 12 hours, showered, laze around the house, doing nothing much &amp;amp; after preparing myself, I sat waiting for Nen like a moron&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *was a lil' pissed off at 1st but after hearing his explanation, oh well, I'm fine*&lt;/span&gt; so I decided to camwhore lar sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15_vfpbikI/AAAAAAAACR0/vY1m_D8EYFc/s1600-h/DSC07084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15_vfpbikI/AAAAAAAACR0/vY1m_D8EYFc/s400/DSC07084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430918654581246530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiley face ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15_vF6ibAI/AAAAAAAACRs/FTaViAontsY/s1600-h/DSC07105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15_vF6ibAI/AAAAAAAACRs/FTaViAontsY/s400/DSC07105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430918647673678850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chu ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15-_Wbp6OI/AAAAAAAACRk/0bdI9UxCMFk/s1600-h/DSC07117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15-_Wbp6OI/AAAAAAAACRk/0bdI9UxCMFk/s400/DSC07117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917827473828066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Nen was sick,  I decided its better for him to get more rest first so I headed to La Bodega @ Pavilion to meet up with my beloved Kenry Lo for wine session. He was craving for a particular red wine &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*which I ended up falling in ♥ with* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; I was craving for ANY red wine &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yes, red wine is my life*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Looking at this picture is making me miss him again =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15--_u9iWI/AAAAAAAACRc/6n3rxkiYCok/s1600-h/DSC07112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15--_u9iWI/AAAAAAAACRc/6n3rxkiYCok/s400/DSC07112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917821380790626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choice of food on me, decided to spoil myself even further with foie gras on baguette ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15--VVnZGI/AAAAAAAACRU/F0WJFNGvGkw/s1600-h/DSC07114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15--VVnZGI/AAAAAAAACRU/F0WJFNGvGkw/s400/DSC07114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917810000192610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choice of wine on him, picture too dark but its a medium-bodied-Spanish-wine &amp;amp; it taste really good at a surprisingly low price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15--Pze_QI/AAAAAAAACRM/nJuX40BcKAI/s1600-h/DSC07139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15--Pze_QI/AAAAAAAACRM/nJuX40BcKAI/s400/DSC07139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917808514858242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there's this cute lil' bull at the bottle's neck, dangling there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the bottle of wine &amp;amp; headed to Zouk to meet up with Nen &amp;amp; Ken &amp;amp; Frenes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*there's seriously too much Ken in my contacts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where the sick boy is awake &amp;amp; heading towards to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15-95DjeUI/AAAAAAAACRE/Z8joNVNKwSY/s1600-h/DSC07118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15-95DjeUI/AAAAAAAACRE/Z8joNVNKwSY/s400/DSC07118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917802408245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ergh-a-lil-psycho-brothers ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159SADYlxI/AAAAAAAACQ8/try5amVG784/s1600-h/DSC07119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159SADYlxI/AAAAAAAACQ8/try5amVG784/s400/DSC07119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915948860708626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ken &amp;amp; Nen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159RuPYYiI/AAAAAAAACQ0/leW0-1jvYyw/s1600-h/DSC07120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159RuPYYiI/AAAAAAAACQ0/leW0-1jvYyw/s400/DSC07120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915944079188514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ Frenes, Ken, Nen &amp;amp; Cristine ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159RR3dKWI/AAAAAAAACQs/JdtD9qcxu-0/s1600-h/DSC07121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159RR3dKWI/AAAAAAAACQs/JdtD9qcxu-0/s400/DSC07121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915936462645602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only one missing from the picture will be Tung Tung&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Ken &amp;amp; Frenes's baby daughter* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe we should seriously consider Zoo Negara &amp;amp; Butterfly/Botanic/Bird Park as our next trip weih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159RPXazSI/AAAAAAAACQk/WJWgTyythgk/s1600-h/My+Pictures2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159RPXazSI/AAAAAAAACQk/WJWgTyythgk/s400/My+Pictures2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915935791402274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, they do silly stuffs where both of them understand well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159QuH3oBI/AAAAAAAACQc/7zUbYwXeH6Y/s1600-h/DSC07125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S159QuH3oBI/AAAAAAAACQc/7zUbYwXeH6Y/s400/DSC07125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915926867812370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Ken's shoe. Seriously, he's entering camp next month &amp;amp; I'll be in Hong Kong at that time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argghh. &lt;/span&gt;For 2 years? Going to miss him like mad, all of us never realize that this "fun" talk would ended up as reality eh? Work hard Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157Lwa_a7I/AAAAAAAACQU/nYNOnUzKZKM/s1600-h/DSC07126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157Lwa_a7I/AAAAAAAACQU/nYNOnUzKZKM/s400/DSC07126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430913642562284466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I seriously had no idea why would Ken look so fierce. By that time we had left the mainroom &amp;amp; enter to Phuture &amp;amp; I guess it must be the R&amp;amp;B pissing him off.. Or maybe the crowd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157Lgq84VI/AAAAAAAACQM/98YCiZD4y2U/s1600-h/DSC07128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157Lgq84VI/AAAAAAAACQM/98YCiZD4y2U/s400/DSC07128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430913638334259538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The long-time-no-see-friend, Ken &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*another one..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spinning for the night =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157LPMOPMI/AAAAAAAACQE/7ZIliQ-pG9M/s1600-h/DSC07127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157LPMOPMI/AAAAAAAACQE/7ZIliQ-pG9M/s400/DSC07127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430913633641970882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crowded dancefloor which make us run back to mainroom &amp;amp; the moment we stepped into it, the progressive &amp;amp; house makes us into happy children again ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157K0TurUI/AAAAAAAACP8/86k576QiNY4/s1600-h/DSC07130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157K0TurUI/AAAAAAAACP8/86k576QiNY4/s400/DSC07130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430913626425699650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dropped by at Velvet to find Kim. And a random guy from Aussie too where we spend time talking about Australia.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eeeks.&lt;/span&gt; Me wanna go back there soon to see my friends, family &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coming-soon-niece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157KU91bfI/AAAAAAAACP0/eIMXCy_PYiA/s1600-h/DSC07133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S157KU91bfI/AAAAAAAACP0/eIMXCy_PYiA/s400/DSC07133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430913618012368370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed yamcha with my Subang peeps after at Banana Leaf @ Centrepoint. Practically everybody was there. Lol. Evonne, Andrew, Tiong, Juice, Boy, Julian, Mark, Ming Yu, Jee Sern, Ashley, etc... Too many to be listed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1552AUPQlI/AAAAAAAACPs/NvWt-Abb3mU/s1600-h/DSC07135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1552AUPQlI/AAAAAAAACPs/NvWt-Abb3mU/s400/DSC07135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430912169360179794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss this buddy of mine larh. His sleeping time now completely opposite of mine, the chance of meeting him is so-so-so slim! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark Tan, if you're reading this, you promise to find me for lunch weih!! Wake up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1551jhbUEI/AAAAAAAACPk/rKXXd_tt5xI/s1600-h/DSC07137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1551jhbUEI/AAAAAAAACPk/rKXXd_tt5xI/s400/DSC07137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430912161630867522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was planning to do some other stuff but, oh well, ergh better leave it this way. We was trying to be wicked &amp;amp; create a fuss for him maybe? Ended up lim teh till like 5ish or 6ish in the morning? Bed time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on Saturday, had some stuff to do during noon &amp;amp; dropped by at One Utama later for quick-bite/late-lunch with Kim &amp;amp; some of her friends in one of my favorite restaurant, BBQ Plaza. Shopped for a few dress after that ♥ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoooppppiinnggg.. I got a whole list more of things I need to get, anyone in for it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S16GXo1ixLI/AAAAAAAACR8/94oYm0fBFFE/s1600-h/16836_452047220155_872805155_10931631_666063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S16GXo1ixLI/AAAAAAAACR8/94oYm0fBFFE/s400/16836_452047220155_872805155_10931631_666063_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430925941312505010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Subang after, dropped by at Yang's saloon after &amp;amp; had a quick talk with him &amp;amp; Angel. Next round, Zouk &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*again..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with Ken &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the 3rd Ken in a single post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yesh, he's back to KL for a month from South Africa &amp;amp; is currently dominating Pacman @ OUG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Just had breakfast with him this morning, where he had been awake for the whole night in his Pacman again!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1551ZUx15I/AAAAAAAACPc/95SPD2MuvCk/s1600-h/DSC07146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1551ZUx15I/AAAAAAAACPc/95SPD2MuvCk/s400/DSC07146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430912158893463442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing you my notti baby boy ♥ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*oh wait, it was 2 years back or maybe 3?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Once was baby boy then. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1551NwIDpI/AAAAAAAACPU/LtRUoZypsUY/s1600-h/DSC07159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1551NwIDpI/AAAAAAAACPU/LtRUoZypsUY/s400/DSC07159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430912155786940050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my very good listener, Sam! Definitely one of the friends to talk to when I need advice or someone to listen to me go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yaadaa yaadaa yaaaaadddaaaaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15501RUe2I/AAAAAAAACPM/DZTxLbT80_U/s1600-h/DSC07151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15501RUe2I/AAAAAAAACPM/DZTxLbT80_U/s400/DSC07151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430912149215279970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The appointed "photographer" of the day, holding mine &amp;amp; another girl's camera, Benny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S154_On0YtI/AAAAAAAACPE/bNWp78Nujjo/s1600-h/DSC07143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S154_On0YtI/AAAAAAAACPE/bNWp78Nujjo/s400/DSC07143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430911228307595986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; newly single Samantha. She's way much better now compared when I first knew her years ago, where she always seem down &amp;amp; stressed-up in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S154-pSICyI/AAAAAAAACO8/vjjD6VdKxKA/s1600-h/DSC07145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S154-pSICyI/AAAAAAAACO8/vjjD6VdKxKA/s400/DSC07145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430911218284497698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3 of us who danced the night away at the over-crowded dancefloor which make us run away from it after 30 minutes &amp;amp; never returned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S154-LlopRI/AAAAAAAACO0/EqozDtlVVPk/s1600-h/DSC07154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S154-LlopRI/AAAAAAAACO0/EqozDtlVVPk/s400/DSC07154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430911210313262354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grumpy me. Must be because I have no alcohol &amp;amp; she have one ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1549xZignI/AAAAAAAACOs/vukmKAzhiBI/s1600-h/DSC07155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1549xZignI/AAAAAAAACOs/vukmKAzhiBI/s400/DSC07155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430911203283206770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ken♥ Me♥ Samantha♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1549V6OqjI/AAAAAAAACOk/01iCHm5YHBo/s1600-h/DSC07150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1549V6OqjI/AAAAAAAACOk/01iCHm5YHBo/s400/DSC07150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430911195904125490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*look damn cool right*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ben'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150G4m-ZuI/AAAAAAAACOc/a13j_KaPZLw/s1600-h/DSC07149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150G4m-ZuI/AAAAAAAACOc/a13j_KaPZLw/s400/DSC07149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430905862279292642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the Dj for the night? Yesh, its Ken again ==" Guess he's working in Zouk full time now. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150Gil3S_I/AAAAAAAACOU/uZJbNDV1CCw/s1600-h/18054_420580630523_894015523_10683605_1370150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150Gil3S_I/AAAAAAAACOU/uZJbNDV1CCw/s400/18054_420580630523_894015523_10683605_1370150_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430905856369052658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures courtesy from the other camera, according to Benny, this picture Ken looks like he's some superstar with all the "fans" flocking to him, asking for signature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150GFxivII/AAAAAAAACOM/-l77L1MX2yE/s1600-h/18054_420606685523_894015523_10683762_4816172_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150GFxivII/AAAAAAAACOM/-l77L1MX2yE/s400/18054_420606685523_894015523_10683762_4816172_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430905848633408642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I have no idea why I took this picture, or what I'm supposed to be doing at that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150F8QdWuI/AAAAAAAACOE/GTrWNSbqPsA/s1600-h/18054_420580570523_894015523_10683602_7639480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150F8QdWuI/AAAAAAAACOE/GTrWNSbqPsA/s400/18054_420580570523_894015523_10683602_7639480_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430905846078724834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn cool right this picture, like they are picking some fight or something. Sam &amp;amp; Bao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150FkeTN2I/AAAAAAAACN8/hpb8Dm2JVBk/s1600-h/18054_420606710523_894015523_10683765_153211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S150FkeTN2I/AAAAAAAACN8/hpb8Dm2JVBk/s400/18054_420606710523_894015523_10683765_153211_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430905839694329698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The husband &amp;amp; wife. Always so lovey-dovey♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y_t3H7cI/AAAAAAAACN0/90Ufz223n2A/s1600-h/DSC07156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y_t3H7cI/AAAAAAAACN0/90Ufz223n2A/s400/DSC07156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904639623523778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some other random shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y_c4lQGI/AAAAAAAACNs/lj8yCTI-Il8/s1600-h/DSC07157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y_c4lQGI/AAAAAAAACNs/lj8yCTI-Il8/s400/DSC07157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904635066237026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only one guy was sober enough to realize a picture is being taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y-1xJDeI/AAAAAAAACNk/tKmvLPRq50E/s1600-h/DSC07158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y-1xJDeI/AAAAAAAACNk/tKmvLPRq50E/s400/DSC07158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904624566046178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the crazy OUG group ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y-ZxRoBI/AAAAAAAACNc/4G2rCf6WcLE/s1600-h/DSC07165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y-ZxRoBI/AAAAAAAACNc/4G2rCf6WcLE/s400/DSC07165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904617050415122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of me &amp;amp; Ken. Am going to miss him much when he's back to SA but wait, he gets to watch World Cup this year! Unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y9-mj_3I/AAAAAAAACNU/zxTC4ubPNVY/s1600-h/DSC07163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15y9-mj_3I/AAAAAAAACNU/zxTC4ubPNVY/s400/DSC07163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904609757724530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was 3 when this shot was taken but as you people can see, its still so crowded! Nobody wants to end the night! Headed back to Murni after that to join some friends for supper &amp;amp; bumped into Mark, Ming Yu &amp;amp; Ashley again ==" Such a small world. Headed back to the crib after that, had some long talk while fooling around &amp;amp; a very very very good night of sleep. Missing those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day, same routine, Old Town for our breakfast/lunch/high-tea at 5ish in the noon &amp;amp; more long talk. Drove all the way to Midvalley to meet up with Ken again at night for dinner with his family. Get to meet Stacie, she's all grown up compare to the last time I saw it. Overall, the weekend was superb. Can't wait for another one of these amazing weekends ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-994537379335282641?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/994537379335282641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=994537379335282641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/994537379335282641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/994537379335282641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/super-rawsome-weekend.html' title='Super rawsome weekend ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S15_vfpbikI/AAAAAAAACR0/vY1m_D8EYFc/s72-c/DSC07084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-1615307891966393695</id><published>2010-01-25T11:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:29:02.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Sensation ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and my idiotic, stupid, moron, beloved bastard who pandai pandai flew back all the way from Melbourne for only frigging 17 days decided to put our Korean dinner plan in motion, which must be two Thursday back &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ergh I just know its his last Thursday @ KL, I'm bad at keeping track of time, like how I messed up Tommy's farewell/house-party between yesterday &amp;amp; next Sunday*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Was planning to bring him to the one I always dine in SS2 but I'm sad to say that the food quality is getting worse for the time being so it my next choice would be Daorae @ Taipan which I usually dine in at during noon because I'm too lazy to be too far off from Sunway or getting stuck in a jam &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I still remember the breakfast me &amp;amp; honey had there. Lol. Fond memories I have there..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So off we headed to Taipan where we first stopped at the balloon shop for party needs for Sook Lee's birthday tomorrow. Being the organiser while working another full time job is indeed hectic! Spend some time fooling in the party shop then decided not to drive like Malaysians but walk like the Aussies from the balloon shop to the restaurant *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's really quite far*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; now the bastard can announce in a loud &amp;amp; proud voice "I walked in USJ before!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S105WjXKCoI/AAAAAAAACNM/sU6QXsVh-zI/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S105WjXKCoI/AAAAAAAACNM/sU6QXsVh-zI/s400/IMG_1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430559785290959490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing Ke-en-ri-ii-Lo-oh ♥ Passed by a kuih-muih stall outside the restaurant &amp;amp; he wants some Malay kuih so there he is, trying to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ergh&lt;/span&gt; lick it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10g54ZucBI/AAAAAAAACM8/dvT1t8nZd0s/s1600-h/IMG_1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10g54ZucBI/AAAAAAAACM8/dvT1t8nZd0s/s400/IMG_1819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430532904443605010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 of us ♥ Am missing him much..  All the heart2heart talk &amp;amp; also of course, our&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all-nonsense-crap-吹水-session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gD9beODI/AAAAAAAACMs/vC2HHvYoNXo/s1600-h/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gD9beODI/AAAAAAAACMs/vC2HHvYoNXo/s400/IMG_1814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430531978080172082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The drink of the night! Soju!! Too bad, there's no "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chamisul&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hope I didn't spell it wrong*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They only have "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chum-Churum&lt;/span&gt;"! Alcohol + nicotine sticks+good food, that made my night =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10g5c_xrPI/AAAAAAAACM0/qjL18BBPinc/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10g5c_xrPI/AAAAAAAACM0/qjL18BBPinc/s400/IMG_1813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430532897087007986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing friend trying to pour me a shot when I have work next day. I miss our drinking session with all those drinking game we play back when we was at Melbourne. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gDYcy8GI/AAAAAAAACMk/Y5qW8Yp-ZGk/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gDYcy8GI/AAAAAAAACMk/Y5qW8Yp-ZGk/s400/IMG_1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430531968153612386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the finger-licking side-dishes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "ban chan"&lt;/span&gt; they serve &amp;amp; its definitely the first time trying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shell-thingy-aka-see-hum&lt;/span&gt; korean style ==" First them they serve it =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gC-aNEmI/AAAAAAAACMc/sgyi8lCZpsE/s1600-h/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gC-aNEmI/AAAAAAAACMc/sgyi8lCZpsE/s400/IMG_1815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430531961163420258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BBQ Korean! One of my favorite food ♥ 1st dish, bbq pork &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"dolsot sam gyup sal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gCMKO60I/AAAAAAAACMU/sAmVUBohK6Y/s1600-h/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gCMKO60I/AAAAAAAACMU/sAmVUBohK6Y/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430531947674659650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenry's favorite &amp;amp; must have all the time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sundubu chigae"&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; apparently this is one of the toughest one to cook because the sauce required by this soup is really hard to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gBthMvoI/AAAAAAAACMM/K8NM9qaFhGw/s1600-h/IMG_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10gBthMvoI/AAAAAAAACMM/K8NM9qaFhGw/s400/IMG_1820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430531939449486978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite bbq beef &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bulgogi"&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10bvkpiBwI/AAAAAAAACME/1RM5KEKSKEc/s1600-h/IMG_1818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10bvkpiBwI/AAAAAAAACME/1RM5KEKSKEc/s400/IMG_1818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527229784360706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on-the-house steamed egg =] I wonder what he was doing back then, looks like he was carving the egg or something ==" Concentrating to the max with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-serious-look&lt;/span&gt; on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10buzOq6sI/AAAAAAAACL8/dX9_04vxZLU/s1600-h/IMG_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10buzOq6sI/AAAAAAAACL8/dX9_04vxZLU/s400/IMG_1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527216518359746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I camwhored when my favorite friend went ot the washroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10buR-UiqI/AAAAAAAACL0/3R-JYREGhaQ/s1600-h/My+Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10buR-UiqI/AAAAAAAACL0/3R-JYREGhaQ/s400/My+Pictures1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527207591414434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poser betul. Blame it on the alcohol effect =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10bt7VJrOI/AAAAAAAACLs/Ftyvgfj20Ys/s1600-h/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10bt7VJrOI/AAAAAAAACLs/Ftyvgfj20Ys/s400/IMG_1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527201513155810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spotted coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10btQK7-uI/AAAAAAAACLk/lQWIvAIioFc/s1600-h/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S10btQK7-uI/AAAAAAAACLk/lQWIvAIioFc/s400/IMG_1841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430527189927590626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another camera-whore. He definitely ain't afraid of posing for the camera. That's my boy =D I still remember the time when we was walking on Swanston Street, how you taught me to light up ciggie for the statue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last night I saw him. Can't wait to plan my next trip to Melbourne during the winter =P Korean food anyone? My korean-food-kakis are leaving one by one!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lil' message for my oh-so-dear Kenry Lo: First things first, make sure you get your job as the bubble-tea-maker/seller so that when I'm there I can have bubble tea with lots &amp;amp; lots &amp;amp; lots of bubblesss in it ♥♥ And I guess its time for both of us to work hard on our studies, no more fooling around, we wasted enough time =] We definitely had our share of fun! And I'm going to miss you like mad again since you're not here, although we don't see each other everyday but its truly comfortable to know you are nearby when I want to talk to you you know? And not to forget cheaper telephone rates.. Whether its kimchi or "xiao-long-bao-小龙包" or Taiwan-sausage you like, just go for it, do what it takes to makes you happy. Lol. Sometimes, its good to let the hurtful past be past &amp;amp; the important part is, lesson learnt! Don't go repeating the same mistake twice, the 1st time it happens, it can be an accident, the 2nd time it happens, you still can be considered not careful enough, but the 3rd time it happens, you're being plain stupid, the 4th time, you're foolish &amp;amp; oh well the 5th time, you are just plain "bak-chi". So I guess its time for both of us to get a grip on our life &amp;amp; let's pre-toast to being success in the future, whether its family, friendship, studies, career or/and relationship. I truly miss you a lot my friend ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-1615307891966393695?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/1615307891966393695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=1615307891966393695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/1615307891966393695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/1615307891966393695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/korean-sensation.html' title='Korean Sensation ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S105WjXKCoI/AAAAAAAACNM/sU6QXsVh-zI/s72-c/IMG_1811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-8377573582120310547</id><published>2010-01-24T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:37:42.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the scariest thing in life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Losing the reason to smile, to be happy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What happen, imagine, when you wake up one day &amp;amp; found that you no longer have a single reason to smile, to be happy at anymore? You are still breathing, smelling, seeing, tasting, listening, but everything just seems dark, taste bitter, smells terrible to you. People always say you should be grateful that you're still alive but could there be something more terrible then death itself? Take for example, a living body, empty within, brain &amp;amp; heart. There is times, I find the darkness inching slowly towards me, surrounding me &amp;amp; I find my heart aching, losing the power to smile from within. It takes so much effort to even to put a simple smile on the face. My heart aches so much these days, sometime it even hurts to breath &amp;amp; think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million thanks to my family &amp;amp; friends, for giving me a reason to smile, for the strength to carry on through the darkest moment in my life &amp;amp; most important, for not leaving me alone in this darkness despite how I turn out to be. I couldn't wonder how would life turn out to be without you people. Give me sometime, because I believe in me myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-8377573582120310547?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/8377573582120310547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=8377573582120310547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/8377573582120310547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/8377573582120310547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-scariest-thing-in-life.html' title='One of the scariest thing in life.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-5863559620777939607</id><published>2010-01-22T12:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:52:08.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese food, please ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Must had been 2 weeks back, headed back to Sunway after work for dinner with my babe Evonne, my kitten Andrew &amp;amp; Boi for dinner. Was craving for Japanese food during work hence I ask them to meet me up at Zen @ Sunway Pyramid. And it was time for me to meet the newly coupled love birds, Andrew &amp;amp; Evonne. Guess they finally got together after so long &amp;amp; if you guys had me on facebook, you guys could click into the video on how they got together. It was a long story, a dare kiss, but still, oh well, as long as its happy ending I guess =] The boys tagged me in the video so it should be there. Or if you happen to be in Asia Cafe that night, I guess you would had heard all the noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxwwBYzCI/AAAAAAAACLY/naVqc6fkshQ/s1600-h/DSC07071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxwwBYzCI/AAAAAAAACLY/naVqc6fkshQ/s400/DSC07071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429425539366046754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zen's one of my favorite Japanese Restaurant, but of course, the ultimate top favorite would had to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benkay @ Nikko Hotel &lt;/span&gt;♥♥ Used to come here often back when I was staying @ Monash Condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxwXHKSQI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zwoGhZttFNg/s1600-h/DSC07055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxwXHKSQI/AAAAAAAACLQ/zwoGhZttFNg/s400/DSC07055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429425532679375106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decided to pamper myself with good food &amp;amp; drink. Asahi♥, one of the Japanese dry beer. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still remember there was once San ordered a cocktail here &amp;amp; it taste totally haywire. Lol... Memories.. Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxwEZEA9I/AAAAAAAACLI/m8egfgn3iQA/s1600-h/DSC07058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxwEZEA9I/AAAAAAAACLI/m8egfgn3iQA/s400/DSC07058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429425527654187986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me likey salmon sashimi. They cut it really thick there &amp;amp; its so fresh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummm.&lt;/span&gt; Apparently my babe had the same idea in mind, she ordered one &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*poor Andrew who loves salmon but due to skin complicacies he's not eating any*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; when Boi reached later, he decided to have one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxvusGdoI/AAAAAAAACLA/p9u_CLHiRWM/s1600-h/DSC07059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxvusGdoI/AAAAAAAACLA/p9u_CLHiRWM/s400/DSC07059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429425521828460162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another appetizer which I always ordered&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *it surprises me that Evonne &amp;amp; I have practically the same likings, its my 1st time having Jap food with her kies?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Agedashi Tofu ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxvInIuwI/AAAAAAAACK4/lMSKMHkJNcM/s1600-h/DSC07061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxvInIuwI/AAAAAAAACK4/lMSKMHkJNcM/s400/DSC07061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429425511607089922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evonne's dinner for the night, chicken something, egg something, rice something. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1ktuk_9LdI/AAAAAAAACKw/rQU5arEY2Ek/s1600-h/DSC07062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1ktuk_9LdI/AAAAAAAACKw/rQU5arEY2Ek/s400/DSC07062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429421104001002962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitty's Unagi set =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1ktuShbjUI/AAAAAAAACKo/D3jyedQOMjo/s1600-h/DSC07063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1ktuShbjUI/AAAAAAAACKo/D3jyedQOMjo/s400/DSC07063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429421099041131842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my Teppanyaki Sirloin♥♥♥ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me ♥ beef very very very much ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1ktt9RcwpI/AAAAAAAACKg/F9GjjUhAM0c/s1600-h/DSC07064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1ktt9RcwpI/AAAAAAAACKg/F9GjjUhAM0c/s400/DSC07064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429421093336957586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The late comer, Boi! Taking a slow sip on his Miso soup in a stoned mind I guess =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kttTY8xKI/AAAAAAAACKY/TrcTa_dnuiQ/s1600-h/DSC07065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kttTY8xKI/AAAAAAAACKY/TrcTa_dnuiQ/s400/DSC07065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429421082094126242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing the just-coupled-love-birds, my pet &amp;amp; my babe ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kttDQu-aI/AAAAAAAACKQ/-Judr-PwiZc/s1600-h/DSC07066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kttDQu-aI/AAAAAAAACKQ/-Judr-PwiZc/s400/DSC07066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429421077764700578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my very very good listener, Boi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krx_hwApI/AAAAAAAACKI/FOC3QHhxFGE/s1600-h/DSC07073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krx_hwApI/AAAAAAAACKI/FOC3QHhxFGE/s400/DSC07073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429418963638420114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kitty is throwing cock stares to the camera, must be due to him not having any salmon at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krxX_9RvI/AAAAAAAACKA/lsK4mfi1e0E/s1600-h/DSC07075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krxX_9RvI/AAAAAAAACKA/lsK4mfi1e0E/s400/DSC07075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429418953027700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sleeping partner @ Sunway. I'm practically living in her room when I was having finals. I missed all the long talks &amp;amp; silly little things we did eh? And one more thing, she's becoming an alcoholic like me soon! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woots!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krwxEM9qI/AAAAAAAACJ4/QPiTBO0jfe4/s1600-h/DSC07076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krwxEM9qI/AAAAAAAACJ4/QPiTBO0jfe4/s400/DSC07076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429418942576522914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boi who looks the camera attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krwTLkywI/AAAAAAAACJw/6jUDxtucoNY/s1600-h/DSC07078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krwTLkywI/AAAAAAAACJw/6jUDxtucoNY/s400/DSC07078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429418934554381058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So is my glass of finished Asahi ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krwGrhz2I/AAAAAAAACJo/iCfrK4G_s9U/s1600-h/DSC07109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1krwGrhz2I/AAAAAAAACJo/iCfrK4G_s9U/s400/DSC07109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429418931198742370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a big kiss for my mom's little sleeping baby *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its really cute.. Its a music box actually, just turn the chain thingy &amp;amp; some lullaby will be played &amp;amp; the baby will just sway left to right, right to left*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt; betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-5863559620777939607?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/5863559620777939607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=5863559620777939607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5863559620777939607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5863559620777939607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/japanese-food-please.html' title='Japanese food, please ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1kxwwBYzCI/AAAAAAAACLY/naVqc6fkshQ/s72-c/DSC07071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-5425506284117459553</id><published>2010-01-21T09:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:01:52.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga - Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went dinner with Ken, Stephanie, her boy &amp;amp; her sis last night @ Gardens, The Curve last night. The environment was awesome but the food was kinda sucky though =[ Had nice time chit-chatting around though &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*but I'm still craving for a glass of wine/Hoegaarden =C*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Drop Ken back at Pacman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*yeap, his 2nd home or maybe his 1st cox he seems to be spending more time there compared to his home*&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; headed home. The thing is, Ken's ringtone must had gotten into my mind somehow! The title says it all, its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Romance by Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I love that song before but not obsessed like I'm now where I spend my morning in the office downloading all the available versions, listening to it while sipping a cup of my beloved Earl Grey &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*English Breakfast is another of my beloved too, what's missing is a good old piece of apple pie!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I went googling for the song's lyrics too. So people, if you had never heard of the song or really understand what it means, I'm definitely sharing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*or maybe I'm just too obsessed myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e3eQQuU7I/AAAAAAAACI8/P8NOH1XOjdo/s1600-h/can_earl_grey_t_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e3eQQuU7I/AAAAAAAACI8/P8NOH1XOjdo/s400/can_earl_grey_t_photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429009606207493042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earl Grey Tea ♥♥ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*If only I have chinas as nice as these.. Oh this remind me of what Steph said last night regarding a bunch of ladies, flowery dresses, hats, gloves, teas, etc. Oh &amp;amp; the guys at the fountain =X*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e3d1ijFXI/AAAAAAAACI0/SzXyDW69wzI/s1600-h/lady-gaga.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e3d1ijFXI/AAAAAAAACI0/SzXyDW69wzI/s400/lady-gaga.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429009599034496370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgive me, while googling for the song &amp;amp; lyrics, came across her pictures &amp;amp; argh, feeling wasted not to upload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e23szw71I/AAAAAAAACIk/tYa1dgVD1WE/s1600-h/Lady-Gaga54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e23szw71I/AAAAAAAACIk/tYa1dgVD1WE/s400/Lady-Gaga54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429008943855759186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite picture of her. Me likey ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e23REi22I/AAAAAAAACIc/sVZyme1QHkM/s1600-h/lady-gaga-20080913-4547632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e23REi22I/AAAAAAAACIc/sVZyme1QHkM/s400/lady-gaga-20080913-4547632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429008936409946978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e22y5GqjI/AAAAAAAACIU/qAlbtrxXhtQ/s1600-h/gaga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e22y5GqjI/AAAAAAAACIU/qAlbtrxXhtQ/s400/gaga1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429008928308898354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e22qN-xYI/AAAAAAAACIM/l165PEpH8qM/s1600-h/asom-lady-gaga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e22qN-xYI/AAAAAAAACIM/l165PEpH8qM/s400/asom-lady-gaga1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429008925980542338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥♥♥ Her sense of fashion, awesome ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her songs, superb. Seriously, the ringtone had gotten into my mind weih. Listening to Bad Romance at work doesn't seems too good!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bahhhhhh..... &lt;/span&gt;I still remember how last year I was listening to Poker Face non-stop.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even when I sleep.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Romance by Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your ugly&lt;br /&gt;I want your disease&lt;br /&gt;I want your everything&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's free&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(Love-love-love I want your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your drama&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(Love-love-love I want your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want it bad, your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oh!)&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers' revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your horror&lt;br /&gt;I want your design&lt;br /&gt;â€˜Cause you're a criminal&lt;br /&gt;As long as your mine&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(Love-love-love I want your love-uuhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your psycho&lt;br /&gt;Your vertigo stick&lt;br /&gt;Want you in my rear window&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're sick&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;Love-love-love&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;(Love-love-love I want your love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I want you&lt;br /&gt;('Cause I'm a free bitch baby!)&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want it bad, bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers' revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk, walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk, walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk, walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Move that bitch crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk, walk fashion baby&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a free bitch, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;I want your love&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je veux ton amour&lt;br /&gt;Et je veux ta revanche&lt;br /&gt;J'veux ton amour&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in a bad romance)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be friends&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in a bad romance)&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;I want your revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!&lt;br /&gt;I want your love and&lt;br /&gt;All your lovers' revenge&lt;br /&gt;You and me could write a bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in a bad romance)&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in a bad romance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Roma-roma-mamaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;Want your bad romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To download, click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://z3.przeklej.pl/prza4485/6364bde6000351254af267a8/lady_gaga_bad_romance_radio_edit_www.przeklej.pl.mp3?669.510053733621"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I guess clubbers might be sick of it right now since its one of the major hits at clubs. Or maybe not, all the time when I'm at the clubs, people start screaming &amp;amp; going crazy when the Dj plays the song. Anyway it definitely lighten up my mood at work now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&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/2658888507320937092-5425506284117459553?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/5425506284117459553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=5425506284117459553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5425506284117459553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5425506284117459553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/lady-gaga-bad-romance.html' title='Lady Gaga - Bad Romance'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1e3eQQuU7I/AAAAAAAACI8/P8NOH1XOjdo/s72-c/can_earl_grey_t_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-3941691125156784200</id><published>2010-01-20T11:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:29:04.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kam's farewell ♥ [5 mins bcame almost 2 hour]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did I ever 2 of my favorite "bastards" are back from their own respective country? And they never told me a single thing about it? Okay, they are not bastards but two of my best buddies but because of what they did to me, they will be considered favorite "bastards" for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why huh? On the 31st Dec 09/1st Jan 10, after I left Jaya One, heading towards Wangsa Maju to meet up with some friend to head to Genting, I receive Kam's call &amp;amp; I was like thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, he call all the way from UK for Happy New Year Greeting, how sweet!"&lt;/span&gt; but the first thing he ask was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; no new year greeting from him. Then after I told him I'm on my way to Wangsa, he was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, then nothing dy."&lt;/span&gt; Ask him why, he just tell me he's driving alone in KL &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*which is a big fat lie*&lt;/span&gt; with nothing to do like he had never left to UK. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wtf?&lt;/span&gt; So this is his so-called-surprise which really shock me but a promise made to my friend was not meant to broke so I headed to Genting anyway &amp;amp; return 10 in the morning which was too late/early to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the 2nd "bastard", on the following night which would be 1st Jan 10, while I was showering, this number starting with 010-XXXXXXX was calling non-stop &amp;amp; I only knew one person with 010 number which I never save down because he's down right irrating so I thought it was him &amp;amp; decided not to pick up. After a few more attempt to call me, he sent me a message saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm outside your house now. Forget to bring a lighter, can you light me up please?" &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; I decided to ignore this message too because first, he doesn't know where I stay so it must be a prank &amp;amp; second, even if he found out where I stay, its really scary &amp;amp; eery &amp;amp; I'll definitely not go out either. So this number keep calling &amp;amp; calling till a 2nd message came saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kenry here larh"&lt;/span&gt; so I rush down in Pajamas, hair still wet &amp;amp; took a peek outside &amp;amp; there was a white BMW park opposite my house so I called him back &amp;amp; he told me he was standing outside my house under the rain! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesian! &lt;/span&gt;Well, I went out yamcha with him after all the excitement from the surprise died down after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this two beloved human of mine flew back on the 31st &amp;amp; Kam had to return to UK on the 13th &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*freaking flew back for 12 days! Hmph!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so the night before he left, I decided to meet him up to give him a farewell hug &amp;amp; take a picture with him. A 5 minute meeting up since I had to work tomorrow &amp;amp; was feeling sick from all the previous weekend drinking! He, Kenry, Renee &amp;amp; a few other friends decided to go Sing K @ Newway, Leisure Mall which is like 3 minutes drive from my house so I decided to meet them up there. Drove there around 11 plus, park my car &amp;amp; went up for my "hug" &amp;amp; "picture" but things never happened the way you planned them to be..... Pictures will show everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1abh_0j2jI/AAAAAAAACIE/ShWbywP-Qho/s1600-h/DSC07166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1abh_0j2jI/AAAAAAAACIE/ShWbywP-Qho/s400/DSC07166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428697409211587122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introduction my beloved brother♥ for many many years, the one who decided to remember how thin I was when I was 14 &amp;amp; ignored the fact that I have grown &amp;amp; change &amp;amp; gotten fat &amp;amp; ugly now. So this was the supposed picture I took of him outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1abhgMK7_I/AAAAAAAACH8/-AqDNDka41c/s1600-h/DSC07167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1abhgMK7_I/AAAAAAAACH8/-AqDNDka41c/s400/DSC07167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428697400720682994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my beloved partner-in-crime♥ who flew back from Melbourne for freaking 17 days &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;! Well, things start to go off plan as the receptionist usher us into the room so I decided to follow them in to get more pictures &amp;amp; a few minutes of precious catch-up-talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNgXEk8sI/AAAAAAAACH0/3PgHk-W0DRc/s1600-h/DSC07170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNgXEk8sI/AAAAAAAACH0/3PgHk-W0DRc/s400/DSC07170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681987930256066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first song that they selected was my favorite so decided to sing a bit &amp;amp; take picture at the same time &amp;amp; I'm never trusting Ke-en-ri-ii-Lo-oh with my camera again with all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haywire-God-knows-what-he-is-taking&lt;/span&gt; pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNfsCc4hI/AAAAAAAACHs/dH1HpGwLWcg/s1600-h/DSC07173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNfsCc4hI/AAAAAAAACHs/dH1HpGwLWcg/s400/DSC07173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681976378614290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what I'm doing there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNfZpbqpI/AAAAAAAACHk/eQJBJgY53Mc/s1600-h/DSC07174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNfZpbqpI/AAAAAAAACHk/eQJBJgY53Mc/s400/DSC07174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681971441838738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenry gave me a piggy back ride! Oh well, cause I was complaining I'll only be there for a few minutes &amp;amp; he still wants to run away to the washroom do to his own business. But oh well, I decided to stay there, be a good girl &amp;amp; wait for him to be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNfKR5zmI/AAAAAAAACHc/0a79bFs3ctc/s1600-h/DSC07175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNfKR5zmI/AAAAAAAACHc/0a79bFs3ctc/s400/DSC07175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681967316618850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for the prince to be back.. I took picture with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long-time-no-see-friend&lt;/span&gt; Renee! Then in the process of doing so.. More &amp;amp; more of my favourite songs came up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNevRN2uI/AAAAAAAACHU/asHuWlIp48A/s1600-h/DSC07176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aNevRN2uI/AAAAAAAACHU/asHuWlIp48A/s400/DSC07176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428681960065981154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you can see the happy faces of people singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJd283x-I/AAAAAAAACHM/klo-Q9V48LE/s1600-h/DSC07177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJd283x-I/AAAAAAAACHM/klo-Q9V48LE/s400/DSC07177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428677546901751778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wannabe-singer &lt;/span&gt;came back &amp;amp; try to sing like one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJdmclaWI/AAAAAAAACHE/XIb2IMZzmO0/s1600-h/DSC07178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJdmclaWI/AAAAAAAACHE/XIb2IMZzmO0/s400/DSC07178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428677542471362914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And once again I decided to take another "last picture" with my brother before I left.. But more songs came up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJdcVHaKI/AAAAAAAACG8/XUCrgZdojFM/s1600-h/DSC07179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJdcVHaKI/AAAAAAAACG8/XUCrgZdojFM/s400/DSC07179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428677539755681954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 3some =] Miss the time we had back when we was in different high school but we still manage to meet up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJc-mz-II/AAAAAAAACG0/eiDN20vYn-c/s1600-h/DSC07180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJc-mz-II/AAAAAAAACG0/eiDN20vYn-c/s400/DSC07180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428677531776841858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renee came in &amp;amp; we got our group picture. Kenry is still trying his best to ignore us &amp;amp; sing as best as he could..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJch3FzkI/AAAAAAAACGs/iiDeT_O_WSI/s1600-h/DSC07181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aJch3FzkI/AAAAAAAACGs/iiDeT_O_WSI/s400/DSC07181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428677524060491330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But when its not his turn to sing, he crave for the camera's attention! Forgive us for the blur picture.. I think almost every single people there was a smoker. Imagine all of us cramp into a small karaoke room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHuegfYbI/AAAAAAAACGk/2bY5LF1KU60/s1600-h/DSC07183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHuegfYbI/AAAAAAAACGk/2bY5LF1KU60/s400/DSC07183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428675633374781874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time its 1.. I'm still there.. Singing.. Shit! 5 minutes turn into like an hour plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHtylNB1I/AAAAAAAACGc/KvWcj9L79Nk/s1600-h/DSC07184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHtylNB1I/AAAAAAAACGc/KvWcj9L79Nk/s400/DSC07184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428675621583390546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was a shot I got of him when I put on a special song for my beloved brother, a song that is going to send him away &amp;amp; Kenry being one of the singer in the song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHtpYde3I/AAAAAAAACGU/7ZBihiLajKk/s1600-h/DSC07186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHtpYde3I/AAAAAAAACGU/7ZBihiLajKk/s400/DSC07186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428675619114023794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was supposed to be my last song but I decided to stay because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ergh&lt;/span&gt; the same old lame reason: More of my favourite songs came up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHtfts2MI/AAAAAAAACGM/hzhub3ITVTk/s1600-h/DSC07187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHtfts2MI/AAAAAAAACGM/hzhub3ITVTk/s400/DSC07187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428675616518756546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kenry trying to be a satay man &amp;amp; irritating me with his fan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHsyIxydI/AAAAAAAACGE/8W0ISU6-Vn4/s1600-h/DSC07188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aHsyIxydI/AAAAAAAACGE/8W0ISU6-Vn4/s400/DSC07188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428675604284295634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Kenry start fooling out with my camera.. Renee's beautiful leg ♥&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wish mine was as slim as hers....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF-0V9UXI/AAAAAAAACF8/_Rp3j3LKIG8/s1600-h/DSC07189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF-0V9UXI/AAAAAAAACF8/_Rp3j3LKIG8/s400/DSC07189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428673715090837874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a very wrong shot..... Kenry's ugly hairy leg.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ewww....&lt;/span&gt; He took it himself k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF-tN14tI/AAAAAAAACF0/zxAX348Awks/s1600-h/DSC07190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF-tN14tI/AAAAAAAACF0/zxAX348Awks/s400/DSC07190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428673713177748178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Kenry's friend who I pity him, sitting across the room alone.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiks!&lt;/span&gt; Or maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF93a5O6I/AAAAAAAACFs/jdExIkeY-R0/s1600-h/DSC07191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF93a5O6I/AAAAAAAACFs/jdExIkeY-R0/s400/DSC07191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428673698736978850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renee must be feeling left out because Kam was too busy &amp;amp; Kenry busy with God knows what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF9iRwHTI/AAAAAAAACFk/bPUinefk5KI/s1600-h/DSC07192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF9iRwHTI/AAAAAAAACFk/bPUinefk5KI/s400/DSC07192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428673693061487922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, wait a minute, he was busy fooling with my camera with ugly pictures of his!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF9NJiLOI/AAAAAAAACFc/xJwQfHoSPPc/s1600-h/DSC07193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1aF9NJiLOI/AAAAAAAACFc/xJwQfHoSPPc/s400/DSC07193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428673687389875426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this time it was really the last picture. It's already almost 2!! Stayed like about 2 hours when I just intended to stay for 5 minutes. Argh! But it was all worth it &amp;amp; I'm missing the both of them like mad. Went out for dinner with Kenry Lo before he left but oh well, that will be for some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To my dear korkor♥: If you're reading this, I just want to tell you how much I miss you! Even if we don't see each other often, I still safe-keep all the good memories we had when we was young in a safe corner in my brain &amp;amp; its going to be very very safe unless some stupid people come whack me with a stick or bang me with a car &amp;amp; make me forget those memories k? And if you dare to forget me just because you're far far away, I'll personally buy an air ticket, fly all the way there &amp;amp; whack your head till your head is like "Shin Chan"head got many bump bump on his head like a tower =P Argh, just a simple I miss you like mad &amp;amp; thanks for being my friend for so many years ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2658888507320937092-3941691125156784200?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/3941691125156784200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=3941691125156784200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3941691125156784200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3941691125156784200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/kams-farewell.html' title='Kam&apos;s farewell ♥ [5 mins bcame almost 2 hour]'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1abh_0j2jI/AAAAAAAACIE/ShWbywP-Qho/s72-c/DSC07166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-3824971764999113249</id><published>2010-01-19T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:46:51.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil' here &amp; there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morning people. Oh wait, its noon dy. Clock just strive 12 which means I'm one hour away from lunch &amp;amp; is once again snaking a little time off work to go off into my own wonderland. Blog seems like a better option since I couldn't sleep unless I'm to sneak off to the toilet, find a clean dry cubicle &amp;amp; sleep for like 15 minutes there. Better not. Work had been dull this morning, smelled fire-powder around the office. Definitely not a good sign. More fussy clients for me to deal with after lunch. The list just never end. I took mom's camera the other day &amp;amp; guess what I found? Some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self-obsessed-camwhoring&lt;/span&gt; pictures I took during September! I think me likey my hair best then =[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuB0LLbtI/AAAAAAAACFU/YmuevNeg_Ic/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuB0LLbtI/AAAAAAAACFU/YmuevNeg_Ic/s400/IMG_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295534585278162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember I was waiting for my dad to head over to my cousin's brother pre-wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuBQsAj4I/AAAAAAAACFM/WGT6RgCaNgc/s1600-h/A-Watchdogs-Tale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuBQsAj4I/AAAAAAAACFM/WGT6RgCaNgc/s400/A-Watchdogs-Tale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295525059301250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the hectic weekend of 2 birthdays, lots of drinking &amp;amp; midnight drive back to KL, I had decided to spend my Sunday on my one &amp;amp; truly bed, with my thick comforter &amp;amp; some TVB series. Some colleague pass it to me &amp;amp; I find it hilarious. Definitely something light &amp;amp; easy, something that wouldn't affect my already bumpy-emotional-side. Introducing you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;老友狗狗, A Watchdog's Tale&lt;/span&gt;. Its playing On-Demand now, definite worth watching if you have too much time &amp;amp; feel like staying in.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *I'm still a fan of TVB series compared to Korean, Jap or English series, must be in the gene* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuA5O0ryI/AAAAAAAACFE/mVgQVxohNnY/s1600-h/poster_watchdog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuA5O0ryI/AAAAAAAACFE/mVgQVxohNnY/s400/poster_watchdog.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295518762872610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I ended up watching it whole Sunday &amp;amp; Monday night, giving my brain &amp;amp; body a must-needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuAq8kvSI/AAAAAAAACE8/DbYoO-WYpbg/s1600-h/Steven-Ma-hope-viewers-won%E2%80%99t-hate-him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuAq8kvSI/AAAAAAAACE8/DbYoO-WYpbg/s400/Steven-Ma-hope-viewers-won%E2%80%99t-hate-him.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295514928233762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the dogs is really cute too. Especially Steven's dog, 阿黄! Woody is okay too. A big fan of small dogs myself but my mom is kinda against animal, she doesn't hate it since we have a two dogs over 13 years but she was never a big fan of having an animal running around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuAX6eA-I/AAAAAAAACE0/U8WkFQdpSKg/s1600-h/My+Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuAX6eA-I/AAAAAAAACE0/U8WkFQdpSKg/s400/My+Pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295509819130850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I found more camwhore pictures of mine in my mom's camera taken during like October? And I found my own attempt to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act cute &amp;amp; pose&lt;/span&gt; failed miserably but definitely putting a smile on my face myself. Maybe its a happy thing to do? Don't ask me, I'm still conflicting between t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he right thing to do or the happy thing to do thingy&lt;/span&gt;. Advice anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Still in a messed up mood. Anyway plan put in motion. Can't wait to return to there again! Where? Give it a guess. Its the fifth time in two years! Boohoo! But before that, I definitely need some nice dinner, with a couple of glasses of beer or wine! And some quality conversation. They say its time for me to start socializing around again? Maybe, but still considering =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-3824971764999113249?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/3824971764999113249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=3824971764999113249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3824971764999113249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3824971764999113249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/lil-here-there.html' title='A lil&apos; here &amp; there.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1UuB0LLbtI/AAAAAAAACFU/YmuevNeg_Ic/s72-c/IMG_1553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-3442397746999580824</id><published>2010-01-18T11:48:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:58:41.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favourite Sunday ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This outing was back when I just started work with one of my babe who just came back from Melbourne &amp;amp; I was too busy/tired on weekdays to meet up with her so we had a Sunday outing instead. Woke up that morning &amp;amp; headed for breakfast with the parents @ Hutong Food Court, Lot 10. It was newly renovated, serving one of the few best oldies hawker food stall around Malaysia in a comfy old-school environment renovated by the famous architecture &amp;amp; designer, Yuhkichi Kawai. Personally, I think that this places are suitable for people like my mom who love good food but more important, who loves a nice environment (clean, with air-cond, newly renovated, nice furnitures, etc.) then you should give it a try. I personally prefer to eat these food back at their original stalls, right beside the big smelly drain, dark alleys with rats running below your feet, half-broken down shop-houses, old ceramics bowls &amp;amp; plates, I don't know why, it just enhances the feeling &amp;amp; the taste of the food some how! But of course, some of my friends complain that it also raises your chances to get food poisoning but oh well, the choice is yours =]&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1QMLepgSxI/AAAAAAAACEs/PtXBbks_vmw/s1600-h/4131753799_263778403a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1QMLepgSxI/AAAAAAAACEs/PtXBbks_vmw/s400/4131753799_263778403a_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427976842233531154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't took my camera with me so I didn't really manage to capture any pictures while I was there but I'm sure if you google on Hutong Food Court, you will come up with lots of blogs &amp;amp; websites regarding this new hot spot. I found an image through google which I uploaded on top which practically is an introuction to Hutong, good job to the one who edited it =] Anyway, my breakfast consist of the famous Mo Sang Kor's Bak Kut Teh [origin from Klang], popiahs from Campbell Mini Popiah [origin from Lorong Tiong Nam], beef noodle from Soong Kee's [origin from Jalan Tun Tan Siew Sin], their famous Tau Foo Fah &amp;amp; Siew Pao &amp;amp; last but not least, a must try &amp;amp; also one of my all time favourite, the Kim Lian Kee's charcoal-fried Hokkien Mee♥ [origin from a road-side stall @ Petaling Street]! One of my best Sunday brunch for sure, all the Malaysia delicacies so give it a try one day when you're at Bukit Bintang area. A little grocery shopping at my favorite supermarket, Isetan after the brunch &amp;amp; headed back home waiting for Chris to fetch me for my next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P_igWkJ3I/AAAAAAAACEk/mhkf3iJy1ks/s1600-h/DSC06897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P_igWkJ3I/AAAAAAAACEk/mhkf3iJy1ks/s400/DSC06897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427962944176793458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed to Palate Palette @ Changkat BB &amp;amp; I think I fell in ♥ with this charming place. So it was a Sunday &amp;amp; they are like having some sort of junkyard sale behind &amp;amp; on the 2nd floor of the place. Then you can buy little books of coupon (it sells for RM 50 each &amp;amp; there's coupons worth RM 55 in it), which reminds me of my high school fun fair/open day! You can use the coupons for drinks, fresh hot dogs &amp;amp; burgers from the grill, chicken wings, corns, nachos, cup cakes, all the Sunday/picnic food I put it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P_iKnh6ZI/AAAAAAAACEc/9nGyhqVoLXs/s1600-h/DSC06907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P_iKnh6ZI/AAAAAAAACEc/9nGyhqVoLXs/s400/DSC06907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427962938342369682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture with my babe who finally flew her ass back here to KL, Miss Amelia Ho ♥ Guess it would be the same-old-line-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"See you in Melbourne"&lt;/span&gt; soon again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P_h2FNygI/AAAAAAAACEU/5k85Sp6-r7U/s1600-h/DSC06898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P_h2FNygI/AAAAAAAACEU/5k85Sp6-r7U/s400/DSC06898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427962932829735426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My choice of drink for the day, the sad news is, I can't use the coupon for Hoegaarden so it was Heineken then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-mRpGwZI/AAAAAAAACEM/7Fq32XGxee0/s1600-h/DSC06899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-mRpGwZI/AAAAAAAACEM/7Fq32XGxee0/s400/DSC06899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427961909435875730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Kim suggested we had wine instead &amp;amp; we went ooooooooo, guess we are indeed a whole bunch of alcoholics but what's better than wine &amp;amp; finger food on a warm Sunday?? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Wine♥♥♥*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-lydMToI/AAAAAAAACEE/prePkSLugko/s1600-h/DSC06901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-lydMToI/AAAAAAAACEE/prePkSLugko/s400/DSC06901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427961901064408706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nachos &amp;amp; dips anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-lh_ISjI/AAAAAAAACD8/9T6s4AdTI08/s1600-h/DSC06894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-lh_ISjI/AAAAAAAACD8/9T6s4AdTI08/s400/DSC06894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427961896643349042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Kim decided to take a pic of Chris in a tiny stool beside a huge chair, it looks like those chairs that lifeguards sits on the poolside to me. Well that reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bay Watch.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-lKOheZI/AAAAAAAACD0/7MmGDMjejUw/s1600-h/DSC06896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-lKOheZI/AAAAAAAACD0/7MmGDMjejUw/s400/DSC06896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427961890265463186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 crazy friends, Amelia &amp;amp; Mac  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-kbNmEpI/AAAAAAAACDs/JjLr96h3ff8/s1600-h/DSC06902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P-kbNmEpI/AAAAAAAACDs/JjLr96h3ff8/s400/DSC06902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427961877645103762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali &amp;amp; Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9JDmYO3I/AAAAAAAACDk/BHudWRSNWT8/s1600-h/DSC06905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9JDmYO3I/AAAAAAAACDk/BHudWRSNWT8/s400/DSC06905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427960307938507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they decided to go rude on us because we was talking about hmmmm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*secret*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9I-TyrKI/AAAAAAAACDc/_Z-gP-GnLvs/s1600-h/DSC06908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9I-TyrKI/AAAAAAAACDc/_Z-gP-GnLvs/s400/DSC06908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427960306518371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Amelia, Mac &amp;amp; Behzad aka Mac's little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9IC8POxI/AAAAAAAACDU/9H0rcAKWblI/s1600-h/DSC06909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9IC8POxI/AAAAAAAACDU/9H0rcAKWblI/s400/DSC06909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427960290581887762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were all trying to take a normal picture but some joke came up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9H0qmFLI/AAAAAAAACDM/Id8wQOpi0DI/s1600-h/DSC06910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9H0qmFLI/AAAAAAAACDM/Id8wQOpi0DI/s400/DSC06910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427960286749791410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still trying to gather ourself up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9HrJTqQI/AAAAAAAACDE/j6Bn6c-sEXA/s1600-h/DSC06911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P9HrJTqQI/AAAAAAAACDE/j6Bn6c-sEXA/s400/DSC06911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427960284194253058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Amelia is still looking silly posing with a cigaratte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8TgjLd_I/AAAAAAAACC8/KJU1ZCXPO74/s1600-h/DSC06912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8TgjLd_I/AAAAAAAACC8/KJU1ZCXPO74/s400/DSC06912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959387996780530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Kim &amp;amp; Chris join in the picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8TRTnFGI/AAAAAAAACC0/ReLlsAlGaAg/s1600-h/DSC06913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8TRTnFGI/AAAAAAAACC0/ReLlsAlGaAg/s400/DSC06913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959383904949346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so does Behzad to make Ali feeling left out =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8TACxwaI/AAAAAAAACCs/MmCXN4df91s/s1600-h/DSC06918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8TACxwaI/AAAAAAAACCs/MmCXN4df91s/s400/DSC06918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959379270943138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two girls licking off the cream off the cupcakes, it looks really really wrong at there. I'll definitely vote for Kim if any cream company needs someone for their ads =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8SpNrpQI/AAAAAAAACCk/tocEPPM_Ld4/s1600-h/DSC06920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8SpNrpQI/AAAAAAAACCk/tocEPPM_Ld4/s400/DSC06920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959373142664450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a 2nd bottle of wine, bbq chicken wings &amp;amp; drumsticks, corns, cupcakes &amp;amp; hot dogs, we decided we are still hungry &amp;amp; ordered their chicken balls &amp;amp; it was too hot, you can see it from Amelia's expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8SHRkRkI/AAAAAAAACCc/WS5MpHxuzuU/s1600-h/DSC06921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1P8SHRkRkI/AAAAAAAACCc/WS5MpHxuzuU/s400/DSC06921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959364032153154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ergh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bitches? But I ♥ thems lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pmfqz7DPI/AAAAAAAACCU/CxwgSLit9Ug/s1600-h/DSC06922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pmfqz7DPI/AAAAAAAACCU/CxwgSLit9Ug/s400/DSC06922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427935407653981426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the lovebirds ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PmfD5tm6I/AAAAAAAACCM/4o3Byse32oc/s1600-h/DSC06923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PmfD5tm6I/AAAAAAAACCM/4o3Byse32oc/s400/DSC06923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427935397209283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mac got thirsty, there was insufficient cups of waters that he decided to drink it from the ice bucket! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ewww&lt;/span&gt;, Mac, you definitely need some hygiene lessons! Headed back to Mac's crib after that for another round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pme_DjHTI/AAAAAAAACCE/8Jz_sqqogCU/s1600-h/DSC06925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pme_DjHTI/AAAAAAAACCE/8Jz_sqqogCU/s400/DSC06925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427935395908361522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found this interest pipe at his place, a blowpipe if I'm not wrong&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *forgive me, I have a bad memory*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; he demonstrate me how to use it! There's a few polystyrene boards at the other side of the wall with......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PmeRwerCI/AAAAAAAACB8/OESwNYJ1ALo/s1600-h/DSC06926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PmeRwerCI/AAAAAAAACB8/OESwNYJ1ALo/s400/DSC06926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427935383748783138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Oh well, I decided to give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PmeDpM6aI/AAAAAAAACB0/t-mUUMGJ14s/s1600-h/DSC06927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PmeDpM6aI/AAAAAAAACB0/t-mUUMGJ14s/s400/DSC06927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427935379960162722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I ♥ it! Managed to get a head shot once too! Should get one when I go Sarawak&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *another thing to put into my To Buy list*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk6lmwzeI/AAAAAAAACBs/UMrr2aNs4lU/s1600-h/DSC06928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk6lmwzeI/AAAAAAAACBs/UMrr2aNs4lU/s400/DSC06928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427933671089819106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing view from his balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk6ZkQh5I/AAAAAAAACBk/qFxGqZP1FKM/s1600-h/DSC06929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk6ZkQh5I/AAAAAAAACBk/qFxGqZP1FKM/s400/DSC06929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427933667858089874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention that's a two floored penthouse? One word to describe the place, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk5418kQI/AAAAAAAACBc/Gt9wqFl0bX4/s1600-h/DSC06930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk5418kQI/AAAAAAAACBc/Gt9wqFl0bX4/s400/DSC06930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427933659073908994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we started to chill with Carlsberg Special Brew &amp;amp; a "toilet bowl". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me still wants Hoegaarden!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk5Wg3kUI/AAAAAAAACBU/cqr9PLh2Sqk/s1600-h/DSC06932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk5Wg3kUI/AAAAAAAACBU/cqr9PLh2Sqk/s400/DSC06932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427933649858695490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then while the guys was busy exchanging silly stories, I saw this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk5AB9ifI/AAAAAAAACBM/_3Sx8502xig/s1600-h/DSC06933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pk5AB9ifI/AAAAAAAACBM/_3Sx8502xig/s400/DSC06933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427933643823483378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wondering if I can make a wish on it??? Its just so beautiful ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PjpzwcPdI/AAAAAAAACBE/2iZZyqFBhXg/s1600-h/DSC06935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PjpzwcPdI/AAAAAAAACBE/2iZZyqFBhXg/s400/DSC06935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932283319107026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I saw this! I tell you, it looks exactly like a frigging &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUS&lt;/span&gt; but its running on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATER! &lt;/span&gt;I still think its a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PjpkT8Z0I/AAAAAAAACA8/L0lL7tSgnxc/s1600-h/DSC06939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PjpkT8Z0I/AAAAAAAACA8/L0lL7tSgnxc/s400/DSC06939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932279173048130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Mac start showing off his leg hairs because our conversation topic was about hair &amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; at that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PjpWSL0mI/AAAAAAAACA0/QX9yNSlM-yE/s1600-h/DSC06940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PjpWSL0mI/AAAAAAAACA0/QX9yNSlM-yE/s400/DSC06940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932275407573602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing with the bottle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pjo366wfI/AAAAAAAACAs/N968AEVdWDM/s1600-h/DSC06953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pjo366wfI/AAAAAAAACAs/N968AEVdWDM/s400/DSC06953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932267256922610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few bottles, we moved back to the living room. Switched on some really nice songs with Chris trying to play the guitar along. Or the bass? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PjoeLg1FI/AAAAAAAACAk/vVTJ7sylr5A/s1600-h/DSC06954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PjoeLg1FI/AAAAAAAACAk/vVTJ7sylr5A/s400/DSC06954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427932260347204690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking really pro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe6IgBZfI/AAAAAAAACAc/dnFGiSwmR9U/s1600-h/DSC06955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe6IgBZfI/AAAAAAAACAc/dnFGiSwmR9U/s400/DSC06955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427927066207151602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly Mac still puffing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe5qh4OQI/AAAAAAAACAU/ZXd7zBQTkGw/s1600-h/DSC06956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe5qh4OQI/AAAAAAAACAU/ZXd7zBQTkGw/s400/DSC06956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427927058161875202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behzad decided to join us in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe5O8asbI/AAAAAAAACAM/3qXit1spIPk/s1600-h/DSC06964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe5O8asbI/AAAAAAAACAM/3qXit1spIPk/s400/DSC06964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427927050756993458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did a little camwhore while we waited for Ali to bring us more booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe4_Vh5II/AAAAAAAACAE/IpwRaQ6K_mo/s1600-h/DSC06967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe4_Vh5II/AAAAAAAACAE/IpwRaQ6K_mo/s400/DSC06967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427927046567355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going emo because Mac was ignoring me? Or was I bugging him to go get us our pizza delivery??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe4oqgDVI/AAAAAAAAB_8/x5_6QlLEER4/s1600-h/DSC06968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1Pe4oqgDVI/AAAAAAAAB_8/x5_6QlLEER4/s400/DSC06968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427927040481299794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A happy girl because he finally acknowledged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcQtoqxtI/AAAAAAAAB_0/1sKef-tfPsQ/s1600-h/DSC06969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcQtoqxtI/AAAAAAAAB_0/1sKef-tfPsQ/s400/DSC06969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427924155597768402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhore will the huge ass mirror on the living room wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcQZQJG2I/AAAAAAAAB_s/QCwZbg5i37s/s1600-h/DSC06977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcQZQJG2I/AAAAAAAAB_s/QCwZbg5i37s/s400/DSC06977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427924150126189410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Chris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcP6QYJPI/AAAAAAAAB_k/DtXc2ETw1CQ/s1600-h/DSC06982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcP6QYJPI/AAAAAAAAB_k/DtXc2ETw1CQ/s400/DSC06982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427924141805675762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Mac with Chris at the side. Oh, and Ali's reflection on the mirror too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcPTu2gWI/AAAAAAAAB_c/ayJ7SlQlurY/s1600-h/DSC06978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcPTu2gWI/AAAAAAAAB_c/ayJ7SlQlurY/s400/DSC06978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427924131464511842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 brothers talking about God-knows-what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcPKaUHYI/AAAAAAAAB_U/Frjy2cYxYns/s1600-h/DSC06981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1PcPKaUHYI/AAAAAAAAB_U/Frjy2cYxYns/s400/DSC06981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427924128962452866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I wonder why does a house have to have two phones right beside each other. Mark my words, according to Mac, both phone are connected to the same number. We ended the night with more beer &amp;amp; Dominoes pizza. It was a good Sunday. An awesome one ♥ The only sad news was I got to work on the following morning =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-3442397746999580824?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/3442397746999580824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=3442397746999580824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3442397746999580824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/3442397746999580824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-my-favourite-sunday.html' title='One of my favourite Sunday ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1QMLepgSxI/AAAAAAAACEs/PtXBbks_vmw/s72-c/4131753799_263778403a_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-6077017150748588856</id><published>2010-01-17T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:28:26.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To do the right thing or to do the happy thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello peeps! Like the last weekend, I disappeared from the blog for thie weekend too. Had been a really long tiring weekend to me. There's so much to do, organised for Sook Lee 21st birthday which went really well&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *well I hope that's how it turned out to be anyway for the attenders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, headed down the Melaka for Juice 21st birthday &amp;amp; had really long talk with a few friends. And of course, the red wine night most not be forget. A thousand thanks for that even though you're not feeling really well. Oh, &amp;amp; I'm feeling really really sick now. Too tired I guess. Spend the Sunday sleeping &amp;amp; watching series at home. Trying to get much rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to upload many pictures but I realize most of them is in my lappie which is currently spoil (T_T) Not much pictures taken this weekend either because my camera ran out of battery after Sook Lee's birthday &amp;amp; I wasn't home for the whole weekend to charge it either. Just got to wait for a few pictures here &amp;amp; there from the others. It's Monday tomorrow again, uh uh, time for work again!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahhhh......&lt;/span&gt; I just feel like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeeeppiinnngg&lt;/span&gt; the whole day away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*which I really did forget &amp;amp; reedited it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I wanna send my birthday greetings &amp;amp; more important, my love, to 3 very good friends of mine, Sook Lee, Mark &amp;amp; Juice! Happy birthday boys &amp;amp; girls, you 3 are now legal &amp;amp; free to do what you want! Oh wait, there's an exception in this 3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;. So for the other 2, let's get the party started! WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1MkUy8XlEI/AAAAAAAAB_M/XZteukNd2hQ/s1600-h/DSC07098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1MkUy8XlEI/AAAAAAAAB_M/XZteukNd2hQ/s400/DSC07098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427721915602539586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and a question to be pondered. Its been on my mind since this morning after the long talk with Boy at 5 in the morning. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To do the right thing or to do the happy thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2658888507320937092-6077017150748588856?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/6077017150748588856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=6077017150748588856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/6077017150748588856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/6077017150748588856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-do-right-thing-or-to-do-happy-thing.html' title='To do the right thing or to do the happy thing?'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S1MkUy8XlEI/AAAAAAAAB_M/XZteukNd2hQ/s72-c/DSC07098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-7278440350334546075</id><published>2010-01-15T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:37:43.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder what does it take?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever wonder what it takes to be a somebody? Someone special? Someone important? Fame, wealth, looks, friends, relationships, etc. have everything you ever wanted? I do. And most of the time, I end up wondering what does it really take to be someone important, someone precious to the one I love. Some say it take nothing at all. Some say it take everything, sometime, it even takes your life. Which one could possibly be truth? I guess it all depends on how you think. I'm not an old person with 50 years experience behind me to tell me what is life, or how my life is spent &amp;amp; how it ended up as it is today. And of course, that doesn't mean that if you're 50 it means you can decide what's wrong and right either. For me, age doesn't mean much &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*of course beside the fact you're growing old with a weaker body &amp;amp; wrinkle skins*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had spend my lifetime, trying to get into people's heart. Well, of course not everybody, but the ones that matter to me. Sometime I success, I end up gaining something that hopefully, will last for a life time but of course, if it is to last a life time, there will be more bumpy roads ahead. Like I said, life is never perfect, I had my fair share of failure in doing that, ended up getting hurt both in the process &amp;amp; the end, most of time, learning some really precious lessons but it also makes it more difficult to trust people around me. And I always ended up wondering what does it really take to be someone in the person's heart. Maybe sometimes I just tried too hard? Over doing things when all I want is just the person to be happy. Some friends often wonder why do I even bother? Some friends felt that its because I'm never brave enough to tell them that I'm the one doing it, just being the coward mice behind, doing all the hardwork when the credit goes to someone else? But when I see the smile on their face, it makes me smile too. On the other hand, it hurts when I realized that they knew about it &amp;amp; was just using me as a tool to get what they want &amp;amp; disposed me right after. I realize I meet enough friends who do that often to me enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What about relationships? I guess I never score in this department. I guess I'm such a failure in this, there must be something really wrong with both my outer &amp;amp; inner self. It hurts to admit that, but I couldn't think of any other reasons why I had fail miserably here. Studies, I blame it on my own laziness =] Maybe I'm just meant to die alone in a cracked old house with a dozen of black cats as pets &amp;amp; then they will eat my corpse when I die because nobody will know that I die &amp;amp; the cats will get hungry since there's nobody to feed them. Sad story, but it will really happen =[[[[ Or according to what my friends say, I have to wait for the right one. Or The One. But is there really someone out there meant for me? It gets depressing &amp;amp; lonely at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426807206994436738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0_kZv1u4oI/AAAAAAAAB_E/Cs6DcRC-LrU/s400/precious-heart2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But of course, I'm blessed to have a few friends, quite a few actually, that pull me through life, that tell me life is meaningful, that teach me important lessons, that shower me with love &amp;amp; care, telling me never to give up no matter how hard it is, showing me I'm someone too in their heart &amp;amp; the most important, to have one another despite all that had happened. And most important, my family, my dad, my mom, my brother &amp;amp; my sister in law. Without them, life will be different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Loves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-7278440350334546075?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/7278440350334546075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=7278440350334546075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7278440350334546075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7278440350334546075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wonder-what-does-it-take.html' title='I wonder what does it take?'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0_kZv1u4oI/AAAAAAAAB_E/Cs6DcRC-LrU/s72-c/precious-heart2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-2961890954662317529</id><published>2010-01-14T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:50:05.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dream &amp; nightmares. I want neither one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bet my friends would &lt;strong&gt;agree&lt;/strong&gt; with me if I'm to say &lt;em&gt;"Sleep is one of the most important thing to me, I can go on for days, doing nothing much beside sleep &amp;amp; eat."&lt;/em&gt; since they had been laughing at me since forever about my sleeping and/or eating habits =] So I was twitting with Ashley this morning when she told she had a weird dream. It got me thinking about dreams &amp;amp; of the few conversations I had with some of my friends regarding it. I'm someone who dreams quite often, whether its really sweet ones or really scary ones. I have friends who takes dreams as nothing, just some &lt;em&gt;meaningless-crappy-routine&lt;/em&gt; they undergo when they sleep. Some friends of mine, take dreams as indication to something, especially those have clear memories of what they dreamt of. A few rare friends of mine, well, they told me they can go on without dreaming for a few years but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; they dream, something is meant to happen but of course, its not related to the dream itself. &lt;em&gt;Uh uh &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*now I that definitely doesn't want that*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Imagine you're 21 years old &amp;amp; you only dream for 5 times throughout your life. Personally, I dislike dreaming, whether its sweet dreams or nightmares. You might be wondering why not if its sweet dreams?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426446532955318082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S06cXwVzp0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/Res5xqBbo1I/s400/cat-sweet-dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If the dream is really good, why not huh? Since it makes you happy even when you're sleeping."&lt;/em&gt; Nope, its still a&lt;em&gt; no-no&lt;/em&gt; thing for me. When does a dream is defined as a &lt;strong&gt;"sweet dream"&lt;/strong&gt;? For me, it either remind me of some really good memories or I'm dreaming of the things I wanted so much &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*whether its relationship, friendship, family, money, etc.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Of course, while I'm sleeping &amp;amp; dreaming of all these, it filled me with so much joy that I think I would practically be smiling in my sleep. But what happen when I woke up from the dream? It brings me back to the reality where the dream is just nothing more than a dream, an act, a thought, etc. and makes me realize what I don't have or wanted to have but never have. If its a good memories, it just reminds me of how happy I was back then, making me wishing I could turn back time or something &amp;amp; of course, that could never happen &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*not for now anyway*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I think its quite common to hear people saying &lt;em&gt;"How I wish I never woke up, that was such a good dream."&lt;/em&gt; but of course, if you never wake up, it either means you're dead or you're in some deep shit, coma or some sort of thing. They say dreams are always made up of things you always think about when you're awake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; or sub-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt;, it makes no difference, you will still end up dreaming about things that's always in your mind but maybe just in a different way.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S06cXZxqyZI/AAAAAAAAB-0/4VrRbbE7_QE/s1600-h/a-bad-dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426446526898162066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S06cXZxqyZI/AAAAAAAAB-0/4VrRbbE7_QE/s400/a-bad-dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nightmares &lt;em&gt;huh?&lt;/em&gt; I have plenty of them. I don't know if many of you people feel this, but whenever I'm in a nightmare, I know that its a nightmare myself &amp;amp; often I struggle to wake up but its a really hard work, believe me. For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;superstitious&lt;/span&gt; Chinese, its often known as &lt;em&gt;"there's a ghost lying on top of you"&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; of course, if I choose to believe that idea, its getting really scary. For the time I manage to wake up, I always ended up sweaty, emotional weary with tons of ugly thoughts running in my mind. Most of the time, I'll jump down from the bed, run to the switch to switch on the lights &amp;amp; get back on my bed, eyes wide open for the rest of the night. When I say nightmares, I don't only mean dreams thats related to scary ghost or monster, I mean dreams that brings out things you're afraid deep down, thigns you're happen to face or even think of when you're awake, or it could just simply be some really bad memories where you keep hidden in a corner of your brain &amp;amp; never wander near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either one, sweet dreams or nightmares, it just leaves me &amp;amp; my brain feeling weary the following day since the brain couldn't have enough rest, its still working on full mode even when I'm sleeping &amp;amp; of course, physical wise, I feel the weariness too. At times, I have dreams that means nothing to me &amp;amp; after a few months or years, when I do something or visit some place, the deja vu feeling is there. Now that is something strange &amp;amp; unexplainable =] I'm someone who think dreams mean something because its one of the access point to your subconsicous &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*or even unconscious*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; side but of course, given a choice, I would always choose a night that I could get some good sleep free from any dreams. Dreamless night, I know it sounds dull &amp;amp; bad, but I just want to be more realistic as in I would chase my own dreams &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*not the sleeping ones*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my own aims, with my hands &amp;amp; legs &amp;amp; achieve it in reality, making it a truly dream-come-true but oh boy, its never easy, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what do you guys think huh =P?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves (''.)&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/2658888507320937092-2961890954662317529?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/2961890954662317529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=2961890954662317529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2961890954662317529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2961890954662317529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-dream-nightmares-i-want-neither.html' title='Sweet dream &amp; nightmares. I want neither one.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S06cXwVzp0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/Res5xqBbo1I/s72-c/cat-sweet-dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-7059022047222601145</id><published>2010-01-13T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:02:03.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Fox, the new face for Emporio Armani's underwear line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Updated**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this freshly out of oven pictures &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*well for me anyway&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; of Megan Fox in Armani's underwears! Woots!!!!! Decided to upload it as well. I'm being over-obsessed with Megan Fox today. Maybe its a way for me to de-stressed? Hmmmm =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426122940850419426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S012ENz8tuI/AAAAAAAAB-s/OJv5GAWVeQw/s400/blog130110_megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh my oh my &lt;em&gt;*drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S012D9tA0iI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ROeUsLMdd_c/s1600-h/blog130110_megan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426122936526361122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S012D9tA0iI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ROeUsLMdd_c/s400/blog130110_megan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me likey it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I'm not the kind of girl who go Oooosss &amp;amp; Ahhhhssss oveer superstar &amp;amp; model but besides Angelina Jolie, Megan Fox is definitely the one that makes my eyes go wide everytime I see her and apparently, she's the new face signed by Emporio Armani's Spring/Summer 2010 Underwears' line [and the jeans too apparently] Woots! Thumbs up for both the actress &amp;amp; the company. She's practically oozing sex-vibes/hormones out of every pore on her body&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; *now I start sounding like a horny school boy =="*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So I was looking for pictures of her &amp;amp; they are just so irresistable that I decided to share with my sweet stuffs &amp;amp; of course, my horny boy friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Boys &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*or girls even in my case*&lt;/span&gt;, get your napkins out &amp;amp; start drooling over all it. Woots. Nose bleed is a little over though =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007TAaUCRI/AAAAAAAAB-c/crAFxeCt8_s/s1600-h/Megan-Fox-for-Armani-Underwear-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426058323765233938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007TAaUCRI/AAAAAAAAB-c/crAFxeCt8_s/s400/Megan-Fox-for-Armani-Underwear-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing you the new face of Emporio Armani's Underwears,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; *too too too too*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Megan Fox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007GjyrHnI/AAAAAAAAB-U/LVFVPUracCg/s1600-h/77115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426058109924351602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007GjyrHnI/AAAAAAAAB-U/LVFVPUracCg/s400/77115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's to replace Victoria Beckham, who was previously modelled for Armani along with hubby, David Bekham who is now replaced by Christiano Ronaldo but Megan Fox would not be having any shots together with him. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*who cares about Christiano Ronaldo anyway? Brain, eyes, body's still on Megan Fox &amp;amp; her sexy...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007F4mjikI/AAAAAAAAB-E/9LvVxEWwew0/s1600-h/megan-fox-9169-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426058098330798658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007F4mjikI/AAAAAAAAB-E/9LvVxEWwew0/s400/megan-fox-9169-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even when she's dressed, she's just plainly irresistible! What about with a little less clothing woots?! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*Take a deep deep breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007FlfWlpI/AAAAAAAAB98/EpN4P66PxjM/s1600-h/megan-fox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426058093200316050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007FlfWlpI/AAAAAAAAB98/EpN4P66PxjM/s400/megan-fox2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"There once was a little girl who never know love until a boy broke her HEART"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007FZ3ZUiI/AAAAAAAAB90/DPYWex-0ZE8/s1600-h/Megan-Fox-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426058090079932962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S007FZ3ZUiI/AAAAAAAAB90/DPYWex-0ZE8/s400/Megan-Fox-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummylicious babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006waHB2GI/AAAAAAAAB9s/M9CxEuSj7FA/s1600-h/Megan+Fox_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426057729368250466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006waHB2GI/AAAAAAAAB9s/M9CxEuSj7FA/s400/Megan+Fox_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she gets wilder &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*but of course, I try not to remind me of her bloody puking tar-like-thingy-scene in Jennifer's Body!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006v7pG0vI/AAAAAAAAB9k/u-DIHn5HWUA/s1600-h/Megan-Fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426057721189683954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006v7pG0vI/AAAAAAAAB9k/u-DIHn5HWUA/s400/Megan-Fox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something sweet &amp;amp; simple perhaps =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006vugQUwI/AAAAAAAAB9c/pADdwmk1x2U/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426057717662896898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006vugQUwI/AAAAAAAAB9c/pADdwmk1x2U/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a little younger design?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006vVb5uMI/AAAAAAAAB9U/FIUlS75tGg0/s1600-h/megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426057710933752002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006vVb5uMI/AAAAAAAAB9U/FIUlS75tGg0/s400/megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Fuckitsheisstilltoofuckinghotandistotallyirresistableahhhfuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006ulcEsoI/AAAAAAAAB9M/l-9TrLiBONY/s1600-h/megan-fox-bikini-gq-outtake-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426057698049569410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S006ulcEsoI/AAAAAAAAB9M/l-9TrLiBONY/s400/megan-fox-bikini-gq-outtake-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't wait to see all the shots for the billboards &amp;amp; magazines &amp;amp; ads! Definitely a good kick shot for the morning &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;woots!&lt;/span&gt; Eye candy. Brain candy. Whatever candy. She's just &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ooooooo...&lt;/span&gt; And&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; ahhhh...&lt;/span&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/2658888507320937092-7059022047222601145?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/7059022047222601145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=7059022047222601145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7059022047222601145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/7059022047222601145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/megan-fox-new-face-for-emporio-armanis.html' title='Megan Fox, the new face for Emporio Armani&apos;s underwear line.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S012ENz8tuI/AAAAAAAAB-s/OJv5GAWVeQw/s72-c/blog130110_megan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-4377375464045795883</id><published>2010-01-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:38:39.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When my brother &amp; I were young ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark my words, today date is the 12th January 2012 &amp;amp; this day will definitely be remember as one of my &lt;em&gt;top 10 ranking worst day of my life&lt;/em&gt;. And yes, I'm serious, I'm not trying to &lt;em&gt;be funny or&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;over-dramatic or what-so-ever&lt;/em&gt;...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So one of the bad news is oh well, my laptop died on me. When the cord is plugged in, electricity is unwilling to flow through it, its like I'm feeding a vampire&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*my baby lappie*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with ribena&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*the electricity current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*! Had the technician/web-designer/colleague Ah Wei to have a look at it for me &amp;amp; he said that there's something wrong with the hole/plug area &amp;amp; advised me to sent it back to the Asus service centre which will take at least 2 weeks to fix it. Don't be surprise if you are to see me M.I.A for a few days then reappear then M.I.A again!&lt;em&gt; Depressing betul ni.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came home after work &amp;amp; the only choice is to use my old desktop which is now reallocated to my brother's room for my parent's use. Was so boring that I ended up going through the old files &amp;amp; I found this really cute pictures, well pictures when I was young taken with my brother. I scanned it into the computer back then during September for the wedding purpose. I'm definitely not the pretty or cute kind of baby, but its me, so if you are interested, have a look. And it got my mind thinking back to some old stuffs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865066834549266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0yLh-Pf2hI/AAAAAAAAB9E/b8ba3s_Nj6s/s400/Copy+of+Scan10025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taken on the 1990. Was about a year old at that time? As I look at the picture, I start wondering what will be going on in my brain at that time of my life! What would I spend most of my time thinking about, worrying about or happy about at that period of time. That will be a question that I'll never have the answer to but whatever it is, I'm sure its much much better than what's on my brain these days. My brother♥ must be around 5 at that time &amp;amp; from the stories I heard, he♥ uses to pinch me &amp;amp; hit me behind my parents back. He♥ was jealous because he was the only son for 4 years &amp;amp; suddenly &lt;em&gt;*pop*&lt;/em&gt; here comes my appearance, which of course means that he♥ had to share my parents loves &amp;amp; affection with someone else known as me ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0yLhapC3KI/AAAAAAAAB88/-f9BgZhJwFg/s1600-h/Copy+of+Scan10026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865057278024866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0yLhapC3KI/AAAAAAAAB88/-f9BgZhJwFg/s400/Copy+of+Scan10026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chinese New Year in the 1991. That was before our house was renovated. The smile I saw on my own face at that time, &lt;em&gt;oh what a smile!&lt;/em&gt; A smile of pure happiness that come straight from the heart with no lies or hidden stories behind the eyes. There's no need to be fake or to act happy because life was really good at that time. How I wish I could just hop on to a travelling time machine &amp;amp; return to the past! Lol.. I'll leave that for my dream perhaps =P? I guess not much had changed between me &amp;amp; my brother♥ at that time. We still fight as often as we can &amp;amp; he still whacks me till I cry as loud as I can. We was never the perfect brother♥ &amp;amp; sister. We even had fights that broke the door, broke the glasses, or ended up with injuries &amp;amp; scratches &amp;amp; bruises here &amp;amp; there all over our body. Guess we were never the peaceful kind eh =P?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0yLgxmbBMI/AAAAAAAAB80/3GZNS20cIwM/s1600-h/10533_129788457694_711162694_2672801_1734247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865046261171394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0yLgxmbBMI/AAAAAAAAB80/3GZNS20cIwM/s400/10533_129788457694_711162694_2672801_1734247_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What about now then?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My brother♥ &amp;amp; me, our love♥ stronger than ever &amp;amp; its one of those relationship where the love never ever stop growing. &lt;em&gt;Now me likey that kind of relationship =)&lt;/em&gt; We realize the ultimate simple truth, that we only will have one another as siblings for our whole life &amp;amp; we are actually so much like each other that we understand each other perfectly well &amp;amp; how we could live in the civillized, loving way instead of hurling stones &amp;amp; poisons at each other all the time. This picture was taken on 2009, while I was at Melbourne. I realize that my life long wish &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ok, I might be a little over here, definitely not life long, but it was my childhood dream because I yearn for his love so much at that time*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of having his love &amp;amp; affection &amp;amp; care was granted. His love is one of the very few unconditional ones that I'll ever receive in my life. Being there for me when I really need him, showering me with happiness even if it cause him sorrow behind, putting my needs infront of his, never ask questions but believe me for who I am, lending me a hand when I falls, loving me when I ever need love. You're one of the most precious gift that God had given to me, and we are both of course, the lifelong present that our parents had given to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Given another choice for another brother or sister, I'll definitely still choose you. I ♥ you more than words can say, Edward Cheng "Garfield" ♥♥♥ &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/2658888507320937092-4377375464045795883?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/4377375464045795883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=4377375464045795883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/4377375464045795883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/4377375464045795883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-my-brother-i-was-young.html' title='When my brother &amp; I were young ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0yLh-Pf2hI/AAAAAAAAB9E/b8ba3s_Nj6s/s72-c/Copy+of+Scan10025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-1802362782329937</id><published>2010-01-11T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:05:21.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the girls &amp; chocolates &amp; pastas ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't know if this was ever supposed to end up as a post or not but I'm feeling hungry &amp;amp; I came across this pictures and oh well, I decided to upload it. And I happened to be M.I.A from my blog for the weekend, the weekend was pretty hectic, but overall I had a really good weekend, pictures got to wait, I want to wait for pictures from the other camera as well. Weekend was spend with lots of good food &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'm still craving for that foie gras.. I can never have enough of goose liver!* ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wine, cocktails, beers, shopping, lim teh sessions, parties, pulling pranks on friends, etc. 2 night @ Zouk in a row is enough to drive me sick though but of course, life's never perfect, my brain was messed up once again after hearing one of the conversations &amp;amp; it had remained all the way since last night till now which results in a sleepless night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*&amp;amp; brain wandering off while working*&lt;/span&gt;. This was a random outing with 2 of my girls to Bangsar since I want so shop for my gown for bro's wedding at that time so I think this trip will be around August last year? Lol. And I still remembered it was an outing of 3 troubled, emotionally wrecked-up girls at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picked them up &amp;amp; off to Bangsar for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qgHuyujZI/AAAAAAAAB8s/1KA15jb564o/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qgHuyujZI/AAAAAAAAB8s/1KA15jb564o/s400/IMG_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425324755801509266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch at one of my favourite place, Delicious ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfiwArVnI/AAAAAAAAB8k/CRUNXgBYRS8/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfiwArVnI/AAAAAAAAB8k/CRUNXgBYRS8/s400/IMG_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425324120473294450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Troubled girl #1: The darling who's back from UK for the Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfie7g9fI/AAAAAAAAB8c/FPXBT14Nwsk/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfie7g9fI/AAAAAAAAB8c/FPXBT14Nwsk/s400/IMG_1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425324115888240114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Troubled girl #2: The one who's big day is coming this Friday &amp;amp; is really testing my organising skills for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfh2WRL-I/AAAAAAAAB8U/6C4m73-w6u4/s1600-h/IMG_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfh2WRL-I/AAAAAAAAB8U/6C4m73-w6u4/s400/IMG_1406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425324104994598882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Troubled girl #3: Oh wait, I think I'm always troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfhbuFWsI/AAAAAAAAB8M/alaLnu8kKd0/s1600-h/IMG_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfhbuFWsI/AAAAAAAAB8M/alaLnu8kKd0/s400/IMG_1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425324097846729410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I start doing funny faces. I hold this face for like a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfhJLEScI/AAAAAAAAB8E/btq4iSQMl1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qfhJLEScI/AAAAAAAAB8E/btq4iSQMl1Q/s400/IMG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425324092868020674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it got them laughing. ♥ you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qddY88MZI/AAAAAAAAB78/rkcsO74dV2A/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qddY88MZI/AAAAAAAAB78/rkcsO74dV2A/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425321829361004946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decided to share 2 plate between the 3 of us. The choice made by Sook Lee, Carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qdc5UdjJI/AAAAAAAAB70/7-Ye-41upZ8/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qdc5UdjJI/AAAAAAAAB70/7-Ye-41upZ8/s400/IMG_1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425321820869725330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the choice made by me is the same as always, Marinara Linguini ♥ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*It's always either this or Salmon Angelhair or something like that*&lt;/span&gt; They have really good crumble pie too, but we are saving dessert for another place. Off to hunting for my dress then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qdcaZ6vMI/AAAAAAAAB7s/hOhktTKi2u8/s1600-h/IMG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qdcaZ6vMI/AAAAAAAAB7s/hOhktTKi2u8/s400/IMG_1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425321812571110594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next round at Chocolate Lounge ♥ My favourite hangout place, well, maybe not, but definitely favourite spot for chocolate drinks &amp;amp; treats in KL. Hot chocolate in most places stuck in Malaysia. Ordered my usual, Snow White frappe, made from Belgium White Chocolate ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qdb5ybdXI/AAAAAAAAB7k/_M3UAoV82RI/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qdb5ybdXI/AAAAAAAAB7k/_M3UAoV82RI/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425321803815548274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I think Sook Lee ordered a Ms. CoCo, Belgium Dark Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qdbATPnNI/AAAAAAAAB7c/x-Lrc3hnrNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qdbATPnNI/AAAAAAAAB7c/x-Lrc3hnrNQ/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425321788383927506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And darling ordered a Iceberg Lady, milk chocolate with fllloooattttt, she was in for the extra scooping of icecream aka float they are offering her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we spend our afternoon chatting away &amp;amp; exchanging deep dark secrets. Lol. Or maybe not. It was one of the good hangout sessions of doing nothing much but the conversations &amp;amp; companions are worth more than gold for me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm really hungry now.. 2 more minutes to lunch.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I miss the companion &amp;amp; good food. Food here is sucky sometimes, or maybe I'm just getting boring of the food since there's a few good diner but that's like 15 minutes walk away which I'm too lazy to do so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clock strikes 1:00 p.m. Am off to lunch ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-1802362782329937?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/1802362782329937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=1802362782329937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/1802362782329937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/1802362782329937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-girls-chocolates-pastas.html' title='I miss the girls &amp; chocolates &amp; pastas ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0qgHuyujZI/AAAAAAAAB8s/1KA15jb564o/s72-c/IMG_1400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-647144830139347102</id><published>2010-01-07T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:58:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just be a 3 year old kid? Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1st day of emoness in the Year 2010! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hooooraaaayyyyy.........."&lt;/span&gt; Was having a bad night last night, was rolling around on the bed &amp;amp; the brains starts going deep down, revealing deep buried thoughts &amp;amp; memories. The gloomy sky out there when I woke up ain't helping much either. It totally kills the working spirit. So far, I managed to make it through the day, keeping the breakdowns moments to me, myself &amp;amp; the computer screen. Guess its hell for me today. And I'm really really exhausted, both physically &amp;amp; mentally.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0Wstpw4hoI/AAAAAAAAB7U/XuBJJusurFw/s1600-h/Gloomy_Sky_by_anthriel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0Wstpw4hoI/AAAAAAAAB7U/XuBJJusurFw/s400/Gloomy_Sky_by_anthriel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423931226542605954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was trying to sort through problems of my own &amp;amp; its really tiring. I just didn't know why had the same old shit had to happen to me over &amp;amp; over again. Its just so tiring, giving a heart to people, opening up, being a true friend but at the end, they just take me for granted, finds me when they need my help, or when none of their other friends are free to fit into their free slots time. Being friends for years means nothing to them. The memories I had treasured so much seems like just another normal day for them, or maybe worst then normal since its not worth remembering. I wonder how many of the thanks they told me was true from the heart? How many frank "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really am happy to know you as a friend"&lt;/span&gt; is a truth either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0WLRNrYTRI/AAAAAAAAB68/vOjnEilEUQs/s1600-h/P1030222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0WLRNrYTRI/AAAAAAAAB68/vOjnEilEUQs/s400/P1030222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423894454083276050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I just hope I can be a child again. Ignorance of every other things around, be in my own little happy world, cry when I'm sad, laugh when I'm happy &amp;amp; surrounded by people who find no need to act in front of you either. Back to be the innocent, simple young girl who never thinks more than eat, sleep, potty, play, all the simple little happy things! Wheeeee..... Well, they have their own questions too of course, but they are never afraid to voice it out loud. Looking around myself, everybody tends to keep dark little secrets &amp;amp; interprets everything themselves, judging things base on how they look, a thing I used to do myself &amp;amp; falling really hard to get the lesson learned that its wrong to do so. I learn from my mistakes as I grow but having the same old shit happen over &amp;amp; over again, same lesson learn over &amp;amp; over gain isn't making myself any wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0WLQmkxX7I/AAAAAAAAB60/G0oGCSh-k44/s1600-h/P1030228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0WLQmkxX7I/AAAAAAAAB60/G0oGCSh-k44/s400/P1030228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423894443586576306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides being simple &amp;amp; trusting, they have the ability to be surprised by very simple little thing. And the surprises tends to be really really good. Well, even if its a bad surprises, from their point of view, it will still end up being something good. They are very optimistic younglings, having a positive view of life which is very very healthy in fact but while I grow up, I had lost the ability to constantly maintain a positive view towards life &amp;amp; everything happened. I had to remind myself on a daily basis of the half-cup-coffee-theory that everything has its good side too to keep me sane enough, keeping myself on track with life &amp;amp; never lost the meaning of life. Take everything as a lesson to be learn, a process of growing up which makes you all wiser &amp;amp; sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0WLQBd9m0I/AAAAAAAAB6s/swlaYtvuIbM/s1600-h/P1030220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0WLQBd9m0I/AAAAAAAAB6s/swlaYtvuIbM/s400/P1030220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423894433625905986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their smile came from deep in the heart, unlike a lot of fake smiles adults put on their face everyday. It don't take more than a teeny weeny bit of effort to smile &amp;amp; they can smile all day &amp;amp; all night long. And they treat you with a heart so pure that you never have a single doubt with them. Well, its a hard lesson you learn while growing up that not all people have a heart so pure. Its a long process of getting to know a person, trusting them, getting hurt &amp;amp; then all over again until you found the right friends and the other half. I don't blame people for treating me bad if I treat them to same way too but if it really hurts when I treat them with everything I had &amp;amp; ended up, I'm just another chess for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder at times, when does a person starts getting into the grey area, ended up with a messed up mind &amp;amp; a wicked heart? I believe the old saying that goes "every newborn baby is a piece of blank paper &amp;amp; its what the people &amp;amp; environment draw &amp;amp; colour of them that shape them who they are to be".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0WbapeS7II/AAAAAAAAB7E/Jyufdpw8bv4/s1600-h/fmlw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0WbapeS7II/AAAAAAAAB7E/Jyufdpw8bv4/s400/fmlw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423912208349457538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, not only me is having a bad day at office. My colleague aka Eugene had his zipper broke for the first time in his life &amp;amp; its really inconvenient for him. Lucky him that he has a jacket to cover up bits here &amp;amp; there, which is better than being known as the "underwear flasher" the next day. And he sent me this FML words which he made on his own while sulking in his own bad luck. And there is more than that to make his day bad. His conversation with Sharon doesn't makes the day go any better than it will be getting either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Am still thinking if I should or not but I have decided to put the smile on my face, whether its a real one or a fake one, and go on pretending nothing had ever happened. Maybe I'm just being stupid &amp;amp; foolish, holding on to friendships that really matters to me but not to them but still, I can't let go. I really can't. It had been years of memories &amp;amp; I remember the time they had been there for me. A little kindness from a person is enough to place themselve in my mind for a lifelong period. Despite what the reality is showing, which is a really ugly truth, I still decide to act foolish &amp;amp; stupid. I just can't forget them as friends with just a click like that. And I'm going to get my face laughed off if I ever fall &amp;amp; its because of them again. Maybe I shouldn't trust them with my heart anymore, put up a wall/barrier, but I really can't do it because once the wall is down, its down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Btw, the pictures of the cute child above, her name is Gabby &amp;amp; she's 3 this year. She's one of the people that brighten up my life, offering me unlimited love, never only takes but gives unconditionally. She's my cousin sister who's currently in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember, in life, its always about give &amp;amp; take. The more you give, the more you'll find yourself with one day.&lt;br /&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/2658888507320937092-647144830139347102?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/647144830139347102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=647144830139347102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/647144830139347102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/647144830139347102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-just-be-3-year-old-kid-again.html' title='Can I just be a 3 year old kid? Again?'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0Wstpw4hoI/AAAAAAAAB7U/XuBJJusurFw/s72-c/Gloomy_Sky_by_anthriel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-5530912322648246996</id><published>2010-01-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:54:07.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunan Dishes. Yummy loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think about half year ago, my dad brought me to this place at Kuchai Lama known as Restaurant De Hunan for Hunan dishes. Hunan is part of China &amp;amp; is where the infamous Chinese revolutionary, Uncle Mao's origin. I'm not going into history nor geography so let's get the topic back to food. Well, its definitely my first time trying Hunan dishes despite the number of time I had to return to China to visit far off relatives on festive seasons &amp;amp; friends too, but I had never tried the Hunan dishes &amp;amp; according to a few Hunan friends I brought over to this restaurant some time later, they told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It taste like home"&lt;/span&gt; which definitely means this restaurant serve authentic Hunan dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was the one ordering the dishes because I seriously had no idea what to order for the first time! We started off with some yummylicious appetizer, thin slices of pig's ears marinated in their own sauce &amp;amp; spices &amp;amp; I was so into it that I finished it off before I took any pictures with my phone! I love all special parts like cow's tongue, pig's tongue, heart, kidney, etc. Go figures. I love all this funky funky food which is why I'm defitely going to Taiwan this year! Finishing it off fast led to one big problem for me, I was too spiced up! I had a lower tolerance for spicy food compared to most Malaysians &amp;amp; I can tell you, if you love spicy food, like really really spicy, Hunan dishes will definitely be the thing for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided to start off really really slow &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lesson learnt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when the main dishes arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SLzdo-6uI/AAAAAAAAB58/MVcdUewasuo/s1600-h/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SLzdo-6uI/AAAAAAAAB58/MVcdUewasuo/s400/Photo0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613567507032802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steam rice served in clay-like bowl, mark my words, its steam rice, they steam it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*which is what they do in many places in China*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead of dumping grain &amp;amp; water together &amp;amp; boil it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SL06R3UkI/AAAAAAAAB6c/QJobm1i9QKY/s1600-h/Photo0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SL06R3UkI/AAAAAAAAB6c/QJobm1i9QKY/s400/Photo0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613592374563394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spare-ribs wrapped with glutinous rice &amp;amp; steam with an outer layer wrapping of lotus leaf. If you are not a heavy fan of spicy food &amp;amp; prefer something light, this will be really really good. Not much spices &amp;amp; taste was added to it, tasted really light of the rice, spare-ribs &amp;amp; lotus leaf. The sweet fragrance of lotus leaf is tempting enough..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SL0lJX1hI/AAAAAAAAB6U/xeqjqVILBQ4/s1600-h/Photo0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SL0lJX1hI/AAAAAAAAB6U/xeqjqVILBQ4/s400/Photo0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613586701800978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their must-tried dish! Steamed fish head with lots of salted red chillies! When you ordered it, they will even ask you how spicy they want because this dish was originally so spicy that even some Malaysians couldn't take it so they decided to have it on different levels of hotness like Nandos so fish lovers who can't take too spicy could enjoy this dish too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SL0HO0uLI/AAAAAAAAB6M/ugAhtEnvJns/s1600-h/Photo0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SL0HO0uLI/AAAAAAAAB6M/ugAhtEnvJns/s400/Photo0277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613578671601842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sour bean cooked with minced meat. One of my favourite, it just so appetizing that you will go for more &amp;amp; more without feeling full. According to Michelle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt; sis-in-law, she said that sour bean is in fact one of the favourite of Chinese. Most people will buy the long beans &amp;amp; marinate it themselves and used it for porridge, stir-fried dish or simply just as an appetizer! Its a homely food!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SLz5j1PjI/AAAAAAAAB6E/7e15Ej3hNOI/s1600-h/Photo0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SLz5j1PjI/AAAAAAAAB6E/7e15Ej3hNOI/s400/Photo0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423613575001620018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stir-fried cabbage with dried chili. Another dish where you can tell the waiter/waitress the level of spiciness you want in it. They used a special kind of sauce when frying it &amp;amp; it taste really really good. Something like how Thai loves to use fish paste when they fried mixed vege!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's actually so much more food you can order but because my mom's a healthy freak, we avoid ordering fatty meats when dining with her. Remember to order Mao's pork if you are ever there, it taste way better than those they offered in most restaurant in KL area! Or the stir fried chicken with dry chili &amp;amp; pepper which will definitely spice up your life too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its making me a lil' hungry, maybe I should suggest it for lunch tomorrow with the colleagues but its 15 minutes of walk! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh uh. &lt;/span&gt;And its going to be hectic tomorrow, it was already hectic today, with all the workload &amp;amp; meetings! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Heading to bed soon! Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&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/2658888507320937092-5530912322648246996?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/5530912322648246996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=5530912322648246996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5530912322648246996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5530912322648246996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/hunan-dishes-yummy-loves.html' title='Hunan Dishes. Yummy loves.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0SLzdo-6uI/AAAAAAAAB58/MVcdUewasuo/s72-c/Photo0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-5157816941401528677</id><published>2010-01-05T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:32:13.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was going through some old pictures last night when I come across these! A quickie trip to Port Dickson to celebrate Si Hui's birthday. We were too bored at KL &amp;amp; decided to head to PD around 6ish in tow with Anson, Jeanie, Si Hui, the other brother &amp;amp; his friend! Shop for food &amp;amp; snacks, headed home to pack a few shirt &amp;amp; toiletries &amp;amp; off we went. Massive jam when we tried exiting the highway &amp;amp; we reached PD later then expected. Checked into Corus &amp;amp; headed to the beach for bbq! The beach was looking good when we arrived, cooling &amp;amp; soothing enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K76obtd1I/AAAAAAAAB5c/wMAlrK3qvvk/s1600-h/DSC05465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K76obtd1I/AAAAAAAAB5c/wMAlrK3qvvk/s400/DSC05465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423103517267949394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling right at home beside the sea. Missing Sabah much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K76fzaf7I/AAAAAAAAB5U/aIc0edTQidg/s1600-h/DSC05459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K76fzaf7I/AAAAAAAAB5U/aIc0edTQidg/s400/DSC05459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423103514951450546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setting up for the barbeque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K75zXT9QI/AAAAAAAAB5M/bWPTBmjvfs8/s1600-h/DSC05468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K75zXT9QI/AAAAAAAAB5M/bWPTBmjvfs8/s400/DSC05468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423103503022421250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the weather starts turning crazy. Big wind, lightning flashes here and there. So we headed back to the apartment &amp;amp; cook our own food =[&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0LB8TVQ9zI/AAAAAAAAB5k/7SNNHSmhcMs/s1600-h/Photo0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0LB8TVQ9zI/AAAAAAAAB5k/7SNNHSmhcMs/s400/Photo0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423110143033276210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the rain stopped, we decided to go crab hunting! Our harvest for the night ♥ So people, if you are interested in some night activities beside drinking &amp;amp; gambling, bring your own torches &amp;amp; pails &amp;amp; nets. Its fun but keep your voices down &amp;amp; do some hunting of your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0LB8xTqluI/AAAAAAAAB5s/kOfHBboIuj8/s1600-h/Photo0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0LB8xTqluI/AAAAAAAAB5s/kOfHBboIuj8/s400/Photo0296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423110151079630562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sister ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K75oPigWI/AAAAAAAAB5E/4ZpJ7wwerYg/s1600-h/DSC05481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K75oPigWI/AAAAAAAAB5E/4ZpJ7wwerYg/s400/DSC05481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423103500037030242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed to the beach next morning. Yummy loves ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0Latu3rfbI/AAAAAAAAB50/hDkolJxGupg/s1600-h/DSC05475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0Latu3rfbI/AAAAAAAAB50/hDkolJxGupg/s400/DSC05475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423137380518034866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avoiding getting tanned because mom's really pissed off for me turning darker so much after I finally get to be a lil' fairer again.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Uh&lt;/span&gt;. Still, I enjoy soaking in the sun instead of hiding somewhere!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K75b8hvxI/AAAAAAAAB48/b-po8QCDEFU/s1600-h/DSC05478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K75b8hvxI/AAAAAAAAB48/b-po8QCDEFU/s400/DSC05478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423103496736063250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sister who's getting buried because she wants to tan only her face and not her body~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6ux7-cwI/AAAAAAAAB40/_IGOMdJ5wsg/s1600-h/DSC05476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6ux7-cwI/AAAAAAAAB40/_IGOMdJ5wsg/s400/DSC05476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423102214149141250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us trying to bury her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6uoKWxxI/AAAAAAAAB4s/LEww0UunrxM/s1600-h/DSC05486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6uoKWxxI/AAAAAAAAB4s/LEww0UunrxM/s400/DSC05486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423102211525101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hrmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; balls &amp;amp; sticks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6uLDHuyI/AAAAAAAAB4k/WQBLGoGjuBg/s1600-h/DSC05490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6uLDHuyI/AAAAAAAAB4k/WQBLGoGjuBg/s400/DSC05490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423102203710126882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One &amp;amp; only sister ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6tn3TLtI/AAAAAAAAB4c/yRYrstfKS80/s1600-h/DSC05487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6tn3TLtI/AAAAAAAAB4c/yRYrstfKS80/s400/DSC05487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423102194265304786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ♥ birds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6tZ2NXUI/AAAAAAAAB4U/OxOA9IUCSDs/s1600-h/DSC05489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K6tZ2NXUI/AAAAAAAAB4U/OxOA9IUCSDs/s400/DSC05489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423102190502632770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sister with the brother &amp;amp; sister. Happy Birthday Si Hui! It's a cheap &amp;amp; short holiday! Nice one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-5157816941401528677?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/5157816941401528677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=5157816941401528677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5157816941401528677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/5157816941401528677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/port-dickson-09.html' title='Port Dickson 09'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0K76obtd1I/AAAAAAAAB5c/wMAlrK3qvvk/s72-c/DSC05465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-2332736177654145099</id><published>2010-01-04T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:32:02.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Birthday - Part 1 ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decided to upload part of my 20th birthday celebration pictures up first before I reaches 21st. Most of the pictures I had to wait for Boy to come back from Hong Kong before I get to upload it. On the actual night itself, there's not much celebration due to exams but a small dinner with the family. Grandparents from Hong Kong flew over to celebrate with me too. Made reservation at my favourite Chinese restaurant, Zing, located at Grand Millennium Hotel, Bukit Bintang. Invited my honey &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥ together as well since she's practically like the other daughter to my parents. Ordered all my favourite food which include the shark bone soup &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It taste way better than most sharkfin, definitely worth a try since its not available everywhere*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pan friend foie gras aka goose liver, prawns, fish, etc. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*the typical chinese course* &lt;/span&gt;Ended the course with my favourite cheese cake from the hotel's bakery &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I still prefer the crumble apple pie but the parents say nobody uses pie as birthday cakes =(*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 16px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 16px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GHi2O78aI/AAAAAAAAB4M/V20QI7ukd-E/s1600-h/P1030648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GHi2O78aI/AAAAAAAAB4M/V20QI7ukd-E/s400/P1030648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422764459074253218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, most people tend to spell the name wrong. It's Cristine without the H! Oh well, I got no one to blame but myself though for making it spells without the H &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I was young &amp;amp; wanted it to be special in a way larhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GHiRXeRiI/AAAAAAAAB4E/Tk_yEsne0U8/s1600-h/P1030640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GHiRXeRiI/AAAAAAAAB4E/Tk_yEsne0U8/s400/P1030640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422764449177945634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 20th Birthday to me! I'm no longer in my teens &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*something I should be sad about =[*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GG3YUl4MI/AAAAAAAAB30/MpNU5JvWFK4/s1600-h/P1030638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GG3YUl4MI/AAAAAAAAB30/MpNU5JvWFK4/s400/P1030638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763712310534338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my double chin?! All the good food is doing no good to me! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'm still sulking inside about the fact that I can no longer have only one big candle on the cake after this year*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GG3Bq2RtI/AAAAAAAAB3s/HRa2rsNg6nI/s1600-h/P1030631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GG3Bq2RtI/AAAAAAAAB3s/HRa2rsNg6nI/s400/P1030631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763706229868242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; the parents &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GG2608CgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/tYT53TWT_w0/s1600-h/P1030632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GG2608CgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/tYT53TWT_w0/s400/P1030632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763704393140738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandparents who flew all the way from Hong Kong eventhough they just went back like 2 weeks ago from my brother's wedding! Hearts them much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GG2aJ08cI/AAAAAAAAB3c/h86QvkqhvME/s1600-h/P1030635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GG2aJ08cI/AAAAAAAAB3c/h86QvkqhvME/s400/P1030635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422763695622386114" border="0" /&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;Favourite dad of all time, no one better to ask for despite everything that had happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGEL7UoZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/4LKzYy2X2W0/s1600-h/P1030637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGEL7UoZI/AAAAAAAAB3U/4LKzYy2X2W0/s400/P1030637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762832809992594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Special guest for the dinner, one &amp;amp; only honey &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGD-iTupI/AAAAAAAAB3M/IT1CzcrpVYQ/s1600-h/P1030644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGD-iTupI/AAAAAAAAB3M/IT1CzcrpVYQ/s400/P1030644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762829215414930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4 ladies &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGDdqI8tI/AAAAAAAAB3E/mUHrTaLKZyU/s1600-h/P1030645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGDdqI8tI/AAAAAAAAB3E/mUHrTaLKZyU/s400/P1030645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762820389892818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 generation ladies! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woots!&lt;/span&gt; The 4th generation is coming on April this year ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGDHkR9rI/AAAAAAAAB28/15iBkTnvIrE/s1600-h/P1030646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGDHkR9rI/AAAAAAAAB28/15iBkTnvIrE/s400/P1030646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762814459737778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking back at the pictures, I can see how much I had grown from the toddler who use to climb on their sofas &amp;amp; ask them to bring me to Ocean Park &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*there was no Disneyland back then&lt;/span&gt;* &amp;amp; now, they are starting to get old &amp;amp; its better to show my loves &amp;amp; appreciation before its too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGC4XjZJI/AAAAAAAAB20/tPvM9uAwKVc/s1600-h/P1030623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GGC4XjZJI/AAAAAAAAB20/tPvM9uAwKVc/s400/P1030623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422762810379822226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ending the post with a birthday kiss from honey loves! A short walk in Pavillion after that with honey ♥ &amp;amp; more surprises awaited me at Subang, but oh well, that will be for the next time I post on my next birthday parts =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-2332736177654145099?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/2332736177654145099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=2332736177654145099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2332736177654145099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2332736177654145099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/20th-birthday-part-1.html' title='20th Birthday - Part 1 ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/S0GHi2O78aI/AAAAAAAAB4M/V20QI7ukd-E/s72-c/P1030648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-6488850156661801289</id><published>2010-01-02T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:28:26.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Happy New Year ♥ Loving 2010! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Year Eve turns out to be great, a perfect beginning for the year 2010! Spend the night away at Brussels @ Jaya One. Next round @ Genting lasted till morning 10-ish before feeling truly wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Sz85sacL1vI/AAAAAAAAB2s/0H-4ESaWc0o/s400/DSC07017.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422115911551932146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st day of New Year was superb too &amp;amp; with you being part of it makes it all perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will upload pictures &amp;amp; blog more about it later. Am loving the year 2010 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;p/s: Receive 2 surprise in a row, one @ 3a.m. on New Year, one on 11p.m. on New Year. 2 cheeky bastards! One from UK, one from Melbourne. Loving you guys great too. I'm soooo happy actually =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-6488850156661801289?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/6488850156661801289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=6488850156661801289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/6488850156661801289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/6488850156661801289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-loving-2010.html' title='♥ Happy New Year ♥ Loving 2010! ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Sz85sacL1vI/AAAAAAAAB2s/0H-4ESaWc0o/s72-c/DSC07017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-4989368332564999659</id><published>2009-12-31T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:28:02.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions  ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 8 &amp;amp; a half hour times, the clock is going to strive 12 &amp;amp; year 2009 will be history &amp;amp; the world is going to move forward once again to welcome the year 2010. I guess its a yearly tradition of mine to make a bunch of new year resolutions and end up keeping one or two. This year, I had decided to write the new year resolutions down on the blog, oh well, to keep me awake during work &amp;amp; to remind myself whenever I want to check on what resolutions I made ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; To solved more of my family issue. It might take up lots &amp;amp; lots of times &amp;amp; patience, but running away is definitely a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No-No&lt;/span&gt;. It's time for some of the invisible walls to crumble after so long ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Aiming distinctions for all my remaining units &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Oh well, I think that's a little impossible but it never hurts to aim higher when it come to studies, a credit at least for all!*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;I'm so going to lose the 4kg that I gained since I returned from Melbourne, with my brother wedding &amp;amp; followed up by all these festive seasons ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Balanced out my diet &amp;amp; exercise more &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*instead of sleeping for 16 hours a day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Stop drinking like a frigging fish! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Wine, champagne, baileys &amp;amp; beer are definitely part of my life but its better to control the amount that I'm going to intake, I think*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Spend more quality time with family &amp;amp; friends that really matters to me, all my sweet stuffs who had been through ups &amp;amp; downs with me, giving me all the love &amp;amp; support that I ever need &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Find the perfect apple pie recipe &amp;amp; bake one myself &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*or maybe bake 100*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; eat it with a spoon! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da yum♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;Save more $$ &amp;amp; get the bag &amp;amp; the new phone that I had been eye-ing on for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Shower all the love &amp;amp; care I have to my love ones. It's always give &amp;amp; take, it's never a one-sided thing ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Oh shit, the list has reach the tenth, its a little too much, oh stop swearing for one &amp;amp; of course, try my best to stop smoking ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this funny picture &amp;amp; decided to uploaded it. I bet Nen will love this picture. It's so similar to his rice joke! Can't wait for him to be back next week ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzxUYAKeVaI/AAAAAAAAB2k/F1RrXdZb67U/s1600-h/NewYearsResolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzxUYAKeVaI/AAAAAAAAB2k/F1RrXdZb67U/s400/NewYearsResolution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421300822784759202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people might wonder, what's the use of making up resolutions that you end up not keeping anyway? Why bother? Oh well, it doesn't mean that much if you doesn't keep it or make it at the end but sometimes, try thinking the other way round. Before you are to do something, you will consciously/sub-consciously think about it before you do it. If you never ever even think about doing something before, how are you ever going to actually do something at the end? Putting the idea in the mind as a constant reminder never harm, in fact, one day you will really end up doing it if you put in all the heart &amp;amp; effort in it ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everybody an early Happy New Year. Party people, drink &amp;amp; dance your night away. For the one who are planning to sleep the night away, have a good night of sleep &amp;amp; wake up in the new year 2010 &amp;amp; get a better head start for the year. For those who are spending the night with your love one, grab this special opportunity for once to tell them how much you love them &amp;amp; show them that you really do. As for me, I had no idea what I'm going to do tonight. Oh well, time will decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year 2010 ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-4989368332564999659?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/4989368332564999659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=4989368332564999659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/4989368332564999659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/4989368332564999659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions  ♥'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzxUYAKeVaI/AAAAAAAAB2k/F1RrXdZb67U/s72-c/NewYearsResolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-1777534253494415163</id><published>2009-12-31T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:36:26.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning worker bees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morning to all worker bees out there who's still at work like me. Well, almost half of my office had decided to go on leave, for an extended holiday or just to clear their yearly leave, whatever it is, the office seems so dead today, especially in the Operation Department. Gary decided to take leave as well since he wants to have his passport renew &amp;amp; Eugene, the fella who went drinking with us last night decided to go on MC when he's healthy as a freak &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*a little migraine &amp;amp; dizziness don't count k?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway had fun drinking with the colleagues at Kuchai Lama last night. Jessica &amp;amp; me had actually planned to go downtown to Velvet to meet up with Darren but due to a minor "lift" problem, that plan got canceled &amp;amp; we headed to Kuchai Lama &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*again!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for drinks, inviting Eugene &amp;amp; Ah Wei along. Managed to see some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indonesian-maid-and-police-drama&lt;/span&gt; while we were there. Anyway I don't have any pictures with them &amp;amp; I'm suprised to find out that Jessica &amp;amp; me actually had a lot of mutual friends, Darren &amp;amp; Kenny being one of the few. This is such a small world. Headed home around 2 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm stoning in front of the laptop when the workload for today is piling up real high. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahhhh...... &lt;/span&gt;And I'm hungry. And I miss those lovely breakfast I had when I was in Melbourne! And apple pies too! See.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB3ZV0NQI/AAAAAAAAB2c/kxvS4fdtcrQ/s1600-h/Photo0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB3ZV0NQI/AAAAAAAAB2c/kxvS4fdtcrQ/s400/Photo0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421210102654055682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cafe Lagom, located at Malvern, one of my favourite breakfast place when I'm at Melbourne and its pretty close to the place where I stay, 2 trem stations. Well, you can choose to walk too if you want, about 10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB27pgr1I/AAAAAAAAB2U/igNXkk4ZbA0/s1600-h/Photo0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB27pgr1I/AAAAAAAAB2U/igNXkk4ZbA0/s400/Photo0338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421210094683598674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a cup of affogato. Ice cream with coffee, yummy, it reminds me of baileys in a way.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB2QlCSMI/AAAAAAAAB2M/b1v3MToOV4Q/s1600-h/Photo0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB2QlCSMI/AAAAAAAAB2M/b1v3MToOV4Q/s400/Photo0339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421210083122104514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother was having an off-day at work &amp;amp; we decided to have a b&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rother-sister-only-breakfast&lt;/span&gt;. He ordered Carbonara &amp;amp; some fries. Seriously, fries in Malaysia are kinda sucky if its to be compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB1w3voeI/AAAAAAAAB2E/UKWHLnEeb44/s1600-h/Photo0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB1w3voeI/AAAAAAAAB2E/UKWHLnEeb44/s400/Photo0340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421210074610639330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I had smoked salmon with sunny-side-up-eggs on muffins with lots of cheese &amp;amp; mustard &amp;amp; a side serving of bacons. Looking at the pictures is like torturing my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB1j8SaHI/AAAAAAAAB18/rL_KsOwPKOs/s1600-h/Photo0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB1j8SaHI/AAAAAAAAB18/rL_KsOwPKOs/s400/Photo0486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421210071140034674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this was not ordered when I was in Melbourne but @Finnegan's Irish Pub, Midvalley. Was craving for a cosmo when I came across this in the menu, Apple Pie with vanilla ice cream &amp;amp; custard! I never turn down apple pie although this looks/tastes more like an apple puff! I'm still looking for a perfect apple pie around in KL =] The craving never dies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work for now. Lotsa to do. Oh, wait a minute, its new year eve today. Any plans that doesn't involved crowded/stuffy places? Lol. I'm not sure what's my plan for tonight though, am waiting for my baby Evonne to get back from States, arriving around 12 before I can decide on a plan. But shower &amp;amp; a nap b4 that is a must! And its time to jot down my list of new year resolution, will do it after lunch. Keep track =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-1777534253494415163?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/1777534253494415163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=1777534253494415163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/1777534253494415163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/1777534253494415163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-worker-bees.html' title='Morning worker bees!'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzwB3ZV0NQI/AAAAAAAAB2c/kxvS4fdtcrQ/s72-c/Photo0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-330253871748361011</id><published>2009-12-30T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:46:41.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frontera with the boys =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Must be sometime around last month, me &amp;amp; the Subang 3 wise men finally got together after so  so so so long, oh well, 3 of them were there during my birthday but its not counted since there are too many others around as well. Had been craving for wings for quite some time so Wei Hua suggested Frontera @ JayaOne for dinner. Frontera features Texas-Mexican food, so if you are a fan or either or both, its definitely worthy to give it a try then. Famous for wings, nachos &amp;amp; enchiladas, as well for Margaritas =] The environment is pretty cosy &amp;amp; warm &amp;amp; definitely gives out welcoming vibes. Definitely a nice place to for a friendly dinner. Nothing too shabby or classy that tends to tips people off at times =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq4cpKApkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/9BjnqmiLCEE/s1600-h/DSC06708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq4cpKApkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/9BjnqmiLCEE/s400/DSC06708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420847903717500482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to take a seat on the outer porch at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq4cOulGBI/AAAAAAAAB1k/35dAuvEgJZs/s1600-h/DSC06711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq4cOulGBI/AAAAAAAAB1k/35dAuvEgJZs/s400/DSC06711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420847896623126546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for our drinks, took some pictures here &amp;amp; there. Introducing you Wei Hua! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*I wonder how many times had I introduce them? Lol!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2pOqTR6I/AAAAAAAAB1c/1GiipUIW3VY/s1600-h/DSC06713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2pOqTR6I/AAAAAAAAB1c/1GiipUIW3VY/s400/DSC06713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845920920225698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2pOqTR6I/AAAAAAAAB1c/1GiipUIW3VY/s1600-h/DSC06713.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;And me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*lalalalalalalalalala* &lt;/span&gt;Haha. Then we decided to move inside since its getting a little stuffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2oyJDi7I/AAAAAAAAB1U/SXno9CjpE2E/s1600-h/DSC06728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2oyJDi7I/AAAAAAAAB1U/SXno9CjpE2E/s400/DSC06728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845913264589746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing you one of my favourite food, wings! It's sour &amp;amp; spicy, &amp;amp; the server will kindly ask you how spicy you want it! If you're a fan of spicy food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*which reminds me of Ally*&lt;/span&gt;, you can go for the extra extra spicy one. There are some vege dips &amp;amp; cream cheese at the side =] The cream cheese is really really good, goes well with evertthing that we ended up asking for more &amp;amp; more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2oco7pxI/AAAAAAAAB1M/68GkeWTel54/s1600-h/DSC06732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2oco7pxI/AAAAAAAAB1M/68GkeWTel54/s400/DSC06732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845907492710162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a beef lover like mine, I decided to tried out their fried steak. It was good, kinda different since most of the time the beef I ate is always either grilled, charboiled, stew, barbequed, fried or in the shabu-shabu style so its definitely my 1st time having it fried. Crispy outside &amp;amp; suprisingly its very tender &amp;amp; juicy inside. Comes with a side-serving of coleslaw, mash potato &amp;amp; texas toast. And there's somekind of dip that taste like potato gravy at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzrGttmZLYI/AAAAAAAAB10/C54X5cdjehM/s1600-h/DSC06729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzrGttmZLYI/AAAAAAAAB10/C54X5cdjehM/s400/DSC06729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420863590130855298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys decided on their famous house burger. Chili cones &amp;amp; cheeses &amp;amp; beef serve with fries &amp;amp; coleslaw. There's a many others in the menu worth trying for though such as the beef enchiladas &amp;amp; chicken chimichanga =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2n02wtqI/AAAAAAAAB1E/n4Ru1dmVxxk/s1600-h/DSC06734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2n02wtqI/AAAAAAAAB1E/n4Ru1dmVxxk/s400/DSC06734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845896813295266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The late comer, Joe Win, who knew that dinner was @ around 7ish &amp;amp; went into the cinema 5ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2npKFaAI/AAAAAAAAB08/1BGn7xCKR0k/s1600-h/DSC06737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2npKFaAI/AAAAAAAAB08/1BGn7xCKR0k/s400/DSC06737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845893673117698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; bunnykins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2BUoyPsI/AAAAAAAAB00/dOP58Oh_vmM/s1600-h/DSC06738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2BUoyPsI/AAAAAAAAB00/dOP58Oh_vmM/s400/DSC06738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845235329711810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The all time clown =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2BLUqCBI/AAAAAAAAB0s/wGJ2zFZBkJQ/s1600-h/DSC06747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2BLUqCBI/AAAAAAAAB0s/wGJ2zFZBkJQ/s400/DSC06747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845232829368338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Headed to Brussels Beer Cafe next which is just right opposite for some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2ArjXRLI/AAAAAAAAB0k/ntjSKI5KKzo/s1600-h/DSC06749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2ArjXRLI/AAAAAAAAB0k/ntjSKI5KKzo/s400/DSC06749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845224301118642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for a table, it was weekend which means it'll be effin pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2AUhnNUI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ngdODIUDNXg/s1600-h/DSC06750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2AUhnNUI/AAAAAAAAB0c/ngdODIUDNXg/s400/DSC06750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845218119759170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe ordered Leffe Brune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2AEZjT5I/AAAAAAAAB0U/RdmYhvfWtgA/s1600-h/DSC06751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq2AEZjT5I/AAAAAAAAB0U/RdmYhvfWtgA/s400/DSC06751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420845213790982034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunnykins with Hoegaarden Forbidden Fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1gTMxK3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/qRA-yY4CKuw/s1600-h/DSC06753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1gTMxK3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/qRA-yY4CKuw/s400/DSC06753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420844668008082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Hua with Stella Artois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1f0kUkZI/AAAAAAAAB0E/5HHhc1KdqL8/s1600-h/DSC06754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1f0kUkZI/AAAAAAAAB0E/5HHhc1KdqL8/s400/DSC06754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420844659785372050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And me of course, Hoegaarden White! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Thx to it, I have a beer belly now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Loves! Guess everybody have their own favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1fqYZa8I/AAAAAAAABz8/NWj5pPhD-xA/s1600-h/DSC06755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1fqYZa8I/AAAAAAAABz8/NWj5pPhD-xA/s400/DSC06755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420844657051003842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture time with my favourite boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1fLab-2I/AAAAAAAABz0/MKRFS_uoVHk/s1600-h/DSC06757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1fLab-2I/AAAAAAAABz0/MKRFS_uoVHk/s400/DSC06757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420844648738061154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my eh-hem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sweetheart"&lt;/span&gt; =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1e4obczI/AAAAAAAABzs/HnmEEbAPqJI/s1600-h/DSC06758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq1e4obczI/AAAAAAAABzs/HnmEEbAPqJI/s400/DSC06758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420844643696472882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 Subang Wise Men. Lol. Time for new nickname perhaps =P?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0ePor9YI/AAAAAAAABzk/d8sgZ7Y5d6w/s1600-h/DSC06763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0ePor9YI/AAAAAAAABzk/d8sgZ7Y5d6w/s400/DSC06763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420843533180073346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then 2 babes came to join me after their movie session. Evonne darling who's in States now. Coming back tomorrow. Miss this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "nut"&lt;/span&gt; like hell. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grrrrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;And the good news is, she's turning alcoholic soon =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0dmZfHJI/AAAAAAAABzc/lUE9KBm2e3Y/s1600-h/DSC06764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0dmZfHJI/AAAAAAAABzc/lUE9KBm2e3Y/s400/DSC06764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420843522110463122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the other one, Kimberly, who's already an alcoholic &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*high 5 to that*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0dHUN5DI/AAAAAAAABzU/W68vkbfa3FU/s1600-h/DSC06769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0dHUN5DI/AAAAAAAABzU/W68vkbfa3FU/s400/DSC06769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420843513766863922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decided to play some card games while we are at it. Loser are ask to do silly stuffs. Had a video somewhere in my lappie back at home, will upload it sometime soon =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0cutwvtI/AAAAAAAABzM/ofa9A7tVR_k/s1600-h/DSC06771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0cutwvtI/AAAAAAAABzM/ofa9A7tVR_k/s400/DSC06771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420843507163119314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look @ Brian face. Macam damn kesian betul tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0cWzrHPI/AAAAAAAABzE/p3E28qNnjgw/s1600-h/DSC06775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq0cWzrHPI/AAAAAAAABzE/p3E28qNnjgw/s400/DSC06775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420843500745465074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my heels. Standing up. With everybody around us looking. That was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szqzh4IyLYI/AAAAAAAABy8/694vtKcHwSc/s1600-h/DSC06777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szqzh4IyLYI/AAAAAAAABy8/694vtKcHwSc/s400/DSC06777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420842496080096642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian losing again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzqzhQ_YHEI/AAAAAAAABy0/vA1IYxa4Xro/s1600-h/DSC06778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzqzhQ_YHEI/AAAAAAAABy0/vA1IYxa4Xro/s400/DSC06778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420842485571656770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awh. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szqzg2I2_9I/AAAAAAAABys/PbkdKjuoVco/s1600-h/DSC06780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szqzg2I2_9I/AAAAAAAABys/PbkdKjuoVco/s400/DSC06780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420842478363672530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim who had to hold her tongue out for the whole round through. We was trying to keep our sillyness to our own table since we did a few rounds of asking phone numbers &amp;amp; silly things that attracts the attention of others around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzqzgioXshI/AAAAAAAAByk/S0btsFm1UWs/s1600-h/DSC06788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzqzgioXshI/AAAAAAAAByk/S0btsFm1UWs/s400/DSC06788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420842473127129618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spot the drawing? It's supposed to be a frigging Mickey Mouse. Wei Hua, go enrolled yourself in some drawing classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzqzgCvjv7I/AAAAAAAAByc/n8rCTyQesE4/s1600-h/DSC06784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzqzgCvjv7I/AAAAAAAAByc/n8rCTyQesE4/s400/DSC06784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420842464567345074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ended the night with a cup of baileys. I guess baileys, wine, champagne &amp;amp; Hoegaarden is sticking into my life for good now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-330253871748361011?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/330253871748361011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=330253871748361011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/330253871748361011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/330253871748361011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2009/12/frontera-with-boys.html' title='Frontera with the boys =]'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/Szq4cpKApkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/9BjnqmiLCEE/s72-c/DSC06708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-2275714647294505748</id><published>2009-12-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:09:32.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20th birthday! Or maybe not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realize that I didn't even blog on my own birthday yet! And I'm not going to do that now because I don't even have most of the pictures with only a few from my camera &amp;amp; all other in Tamara's place! And I forget to get it from him every single time I sees him! Anyway I finally decided to upload pictures taken last month on a trip to Melaka. Well, not here in the blog anyway, it's on my facebook. Will do it later over here =] It's Saturday today so most of the people should be out partying somewhere or at some nice tourist hot spots having their much needed holiday. Tonight is going be a night for me to sleep as much as I want! Time to regain some much needed rest before my eyes really go haywire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;♥&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2658888507320937092-2275714647294505748?l=xoxoxocris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/feeds/2275714647294505748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2658888507320937092&amp;postID=2275714647294505748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2275714647294505748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2658888507320937092/posts/default/2275714647294505748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxoxocris.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-20th-birthday-or-maybe-not.html' title='My 20th birthday! Or maybe not.'/><author><name>Cristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18159082152536879165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/TQTVbuldQmI/AAAAAAAADC4/fch2PYNZS9o/S220/IMGP6394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658888507320937092.post-7305438246575942020</id><published>2009-12-24T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:19:07.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raymond Lam Concert ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Raymond Lam, well if you guys are a fan of HK TVB series you probably know who's he. If not, well he's just an actor who first started to sing for some series songs &amp;amp; later start releasing his own album, now with his 3rd one. He might not be as good as many other singers but he's definitely improving. Thumbs up to him! Well he decided to come over to Genting to have his 4th concert, he's been there before for a prize award ceremony. Been keeping track of his movies when he first acted 10 years ago &amp;amp; when I heard he's coming to Malaysia, decided to buy his tickets for the concert but I was a little too late, all the good tickets are gone well but at least, I get to attend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His concert was really good, with quite a number of special guests performing although I know who they are but no idea of their name. I guess my friends wouldn't be suprise, they knew me well enought to know that I never really keep track of superstars &amp;amp; names &amp;amp; faces, I'm even bad at remembering people's faces &amp;amp; names! I always get into a situation where someone approach me, greets me &amp;amp; I will give them the blank look! Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Huh? Do I know you? You do look familiar to me but sorry, I don't remember your name!" &lt;/span&gt;Bought one of his album, which was been quite some time since I last bought one, oh well, minus the special jazz/blues/oldies cds since I mostly download or opt for pirated ones once awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded down part of 2 of my favourite songs by him &amp;amp; another 1 where he duet with another guy, meant for my darling who's at Spain now! Make sure you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LISTEN &lt;/span&gt;to that one. It's for you, and only you  ♥ Camera was running out of battery as usual since I didn't charge it, forgive me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp4Mb3LzI/AAAAAAAABxc/l9VGEfnh7sc/s1600-h/101MSDCF3.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14f25528460a695d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14f25528460a695d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329886177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33A620D82A702A43E0F1CB8CA09D9139005C173E.7706D12693CA802417D2EED314FCC85798126FF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14f25528460a695d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4Oid3IvjRKvw5ivhk_7ytN10NA4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14f25528460a695d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329886177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33A620D82A702A43E0F1CB8CA09D9139005C173E.7706D12693CA802417D2EED314FCC85798126FF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14f25528460a695d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4Oid3IvjRKvw5ivhk_7ytN10NA4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱在记忆中找你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp46L8jYI/AAAAAAAABxk/23OsYyi_Hm8/s1600-h/DSC06889.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ba0b8f9cbc9ce578" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba0b8f9cbc9ce578%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329886177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D612285C8117E55A895F9473A30360FAF24B21295.4C426FA655D5C7001DAB725A8458BFE4CECA2891%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba0b8f9cbc9ce578%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ_hoenpthNg8Eis8Jd2waKZuhWg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dba0b8f9cbc9ce578%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329886177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D612285C8117E55A895F9473A30360FAF24B21295.4C426FA655D5C7001DAB725A8458BFE4CECA2891%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dba0b8f9cbc9ce578%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ_hoenpthNg8Eis8Jd2waKZuhWg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱不久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLrgLA_yRI/AAAAAAAAByU/mm35NTlNAJ8/s1600-h/DSC06845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLrgLA_yRI/AAAAAAAAByU/mm35NTlNAJ8/s400/DSC06845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418652239625439506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture at the beginning of concert with ok dancers, love the effect though of having lots of light bulbs on their costume.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLrfkpoCLI/AAAAAAAAByM/MuUPQXsNs9c/s1600-h/DSC06849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLrfkpoCLI/AAAAAAAAByM/MuUPQXsNs9c/s400/DSC06849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418652229326866610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for low quality pictures. Was sitting a little too far =[&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLrfHMv4-I/AAAAAAAAByE/rljHki9puKQ/s1600-h/101MSDCF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLrfHMv4-I/AAAAAAAAByE/rljHki9puKQ/s400/101MSDCF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418652221421118434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First special guest! And he sang lots of my favourite songs! Some song by Eason &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Kam Seng will love that song* ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jay Chou, Lee Hom! He's one of the famous actor in Hong Kong now, reknown for his sense of humour &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&amp;amp; his lack of height XD*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Acts mostly in comedy films. He's really good though, didn't expect him to be able to sing that well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp6SkUwKI/AAAAAAAABx8/hN0afkKINPs/s1600-h/101MSDCF1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp6SkUwKI/AAAAAAAABx8/hN0afkKINPs/s400/101MSDCF1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650489306005666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raymond's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10-year-buddy&lt;/span&gt; since he enter the entertainment sector. Couldn't really sing but seen him act in a few series, quite okay.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp5zr-VcI/AAAAAAAABx0/MdoY6iOYLcA/s1600-h/101MSDCF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp5zr-VcI/AAAAAAAABx0/MdoY6iOYLcA/s400/101MSDCF2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650481016591810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A group of rappers, I heard they are from local or something, quite good. Well I love cantonese raps for some weird reasons XD Must be the HK genes inside my blood. And 永儿 having a duet with Raymond &amp;amp; a few of her own songs. Forget what's her english name though, love a few of her songs but not her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp5TxZvII/AAAAAAAABxs/xlKbwbC-6Yo/s1600-h/DSC06873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp5TxZvII/AAAAAAAABxs/xlKbwbC-6Yo/s400/DSC06873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650472449424514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowds going crazy because I think its not that often that a singer would get off the surrounded area &amp;amp; move around right below the stairs from the entrance to the arena shaking hands. He was laughing himself too, saying that the shaking hand part is not only restricted to the VIP seats but even the cheap seats. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp4Mb3LzI/AAAAAAAABxc/l9VGEfnh7sc/s1600-h/101MSDCF3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp4Mb3LzI/AAAAAAAABxc/l9VGEfnh7sc/s400/101MSDCF3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650453300162354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, when he perform with the 2 funny dudes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp46L8jYI/AAAAAAAABxk/23OsYyi_Hm8/s1600-h/DSC06889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp46L8jYI/AAAAAAAABxk/23OsYyi_Hm8/s400/DSC06889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650465581436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing his ultimate love song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuNlGzcfy0I/SzLp4Mb3LzI/AAAAAAAABxc/l9VGEfnh7sc/s1600-h/101MSDCF3.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-817e0e4f867092f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0817e0e4f867092f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329886177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D253A710CE19F3FA62B942DD41CC517A09727703F.5F1616C61AF6F2B95643A99198CFC63975C0FE82%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D817e0e4f867092f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlIH7Xy-u_mrK2LGWnmDpibQa9nY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="f
