<?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-3674509326191339950</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:55:01.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VioLeT SCeNT ~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4324105031074037500</id><published>2010-02-10T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:19:47.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/S3GKED2shQI/AAAAAAAABAM/EHMc6BZGGkc/s1600-h/strawberry+tart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;One freakishly stormy night, when wind was howling madly outside, tree branches scrapped hoarsely against the window panes, crackling thunder and blinding flashes of lightning, in a peaceful neighbourhood, in a lovely house, there stayed a lovely family of roaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah pa roach:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aiya! How to go out hunt for food now. So scary leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roachlets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aiya! Ah pa! Nevermind la! You just stay at home and tell us a scary bedtime story, lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ah pa roach:&lt;/span&gt; Ha? You all want scary bedtime story? Ah ok la! You all sure ha! Ready?&lt;br /&gt;Roachlets: READY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the story telling began.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ah pa:&lt;/span&gt; It was a year ago when this happened. During a dark, stormy night, you ah pa went out into the kitchen to look for food for your pregnant ah ma. Into the vast, wide and open kitchen. Very big, lo, the kitchen ah pa tell you. It's a thousand measurement if use ah pa's feelers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kids:&lt;/span&gt; WHOA!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*extremely amazed!*&lt;/span&gt; SO BIG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ah pa:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ya! Ok. Continue. So, ah pa was in the kitchen, la. Looking for food. It was really really late hours at night. When all the neighbourhoods were peacefully quiet. Lights were off and everyone was happily sleeping cosily in their own bed. So, ah pa thought ah pa's food hunt will go smoothly. The food storage was near. Ah pa can smell it already. Ah pa thought to myself, if ah pa bring home the food, your ah ma will be very very happy for sure, one! So, ah pa went nearer to the food. But! Little did ah pa know what came creeping behind ah pa. Little did ah pa know that there was a particular human whom did not sleep. Little did ah pa know that the human will come into the kitchen looking for food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kids:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in full suspense mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ah pa:&lt;/span&gt; The human! Chose to keep the lights off! Did not on the light, lo! Slowly, slowly and without a single sound of footsteps, the beast came walking nearer to ah pa. Ah pa was caught unaware! And the gigantic foot came down, just like that, directly onto ah pa's head! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*with actions and movement of foot stomping on the ground*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kids:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*screams and squeals*&lt;/span&gt; Oh My Gawd, ah pa!!! What happened then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ah pa:&lt;/span&gt; Ah pa thought ah pa died on the spot and can not come home to see your ah ma and all of you already, lo. Then, as though ah pa's prayers were heard! The foot went up and with a weak breath, ah pa made an attempt to run. The human went crazy, lo, because it did not get to kill off your ah pa. It went off screaming and stomping the ground and up the stairs. Ah pa was so terrified. Ah pa hid underneath the fridge straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kids:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*sighs of reliefs*&lt;/span&gt; And then, leh? And then, leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ah pa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then. Ah pa waited a few minutes to regain ah pa's strength. Then, ah pa set out to go home straight. But thank goodness ah pa waited a while, lo. Because the human went and brought it's army! They tried to search for ah pa. But your ah pa is just too smart for them. Your ah pa had a strategic plan. So ah pa hid out of sight. And then true enough, lo! The humans went off because they can not find ah pa so they gave up. They off the lights and ah pa ran home. And here ah pa is now. Happy and alive with all of you. The end. Now go to sleep lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kids:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*hugged ah pa*&lt;/span&gt; Ah pa! You are our idol! You are so geng, lo! We are going to tell our friends in school what happen. Humph! Show them whose ah pa is the best! Good night ah pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And ah pa switched the light off of their bedroom and he left to the living room. Thinking back of that near-to-death experience. Thinking how lucky he was to be alive when he could have died being stepped on like his brother who lived in the same area. He closed his eyes and silently pray a short prayer feeling thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oo00oo..oo00oo..oo00oo..oo00oo..ooo00oo..oo00oo..oo00oo..oo00oo..oo00oo..oo00oo..oo00oo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I dedicate the story above to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;. Happy reading to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3674509326191339950-4260680073864784175?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4260680073864784175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4260680073864784175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/08/thru-roachs-eyes.html' title='Thru a roach&apos;s eyes..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-1339390195339861824</id><published>2009-07-29T21:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:52:29.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After happily ever after</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, right~ Due to the fact that Christie Wong had been spending a lot and her wallet is currently bleeding profusely, she has finally decided to share this morale-ful story she heard few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without doubt, I am very sure all of us are pretty familiar, or should I say, mastered the story called '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;'. Well, if you were to pretend you had forgotten how the story ended, let me refresh your memory in one sentence. Cinderella and prince charming, obviously, got married and live happily ever after. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But what were the charming pair facing AFTER happily-ever-after was untold.&lt;/span&gt; Puzzled at why I begin this post with 'Cinderella'? Thinking that I may be off topic from my opening post? Wait till you read the story which I am about to post right after this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;--oo00oo-- The story begins --oo00oo--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella and prince charming lived a happy married life. Living in a wonderful gold plated mansion with 10 Porsches, and more to come, countless number of butlers and maids and having her father-in-law, whom they nicknamed him 'the King', the president of this big shot company, which will not be stated here due to privacy purposes. Cinderella is dearly loved and respected by many for having known to be the best wife and daughter-in-law any family would love to have. Being treated like an absolute princess and never needed to lift a pinky to do anymore house chores, Cinderella's life sounded absolutely like what any girl would love to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Cinderella did not get the chance to shop a lot during her unmarried life previously, she can definitely do that now. However, little did people in her neighbourhood know, Cinderella was slowly turning shopaholic. She started spending excessively from purchasing expensive branded goods to flying overseas just to have dinner or lunch or breakfast whenever she liked. She did not stop spending, which got prince charming worried about her condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King soon found out that they are at the verge of having a financial crisis, so he disowned prince charming and Cinderella until Cinderella is willing to snap out of her awful, awful hobby. Now, prince charming had to find a job all by himself but having being the pampered son of the King, there were not many jobs which were suitable for him ('cuz he was stupid and had ZERO skills). So anyway, he got back to his low-cost rented home one night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;: Sigh~ Honey~ I'm home already lo. Boss fired me. My first day of work some more lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: What? Again, ar? Why you so stupid one! Aiyo! Nevermind! Go eat your dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;: Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: Ouh, by the way, hor. Nah! Letters for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Prince charming opened huge stack of 'letters'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;: WAHLAU! Why so many bills one! What are all these? HA? YOU STUPID WOMAN! You spend again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: What? Where got! I buy only things I really need lo ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;: You need bust enhancer for what? No one will look at you anymore lo ok, you stupid woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: *Pissed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;: Wahlau! You think we don't have enough bills now izit? You &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SIAO ZAR BO&lt;/span&gt;! You think I can pay ar? I don't have a steady job with good pay lo ok! And you lazy pig don't want to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: Fine lo! I will go look for work tomorrow lo! I will find a job with good pay and you will shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*And they both went to bed angry that night*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately for Cinderella, because of her tainted reputation, she can no longer find a decent job. So she ended up washing dishes behind the Kopitiam's kitchen. Prince charming started working and juggled a job in the day and one at night. Life became harder for the both of the legendary super power couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*One day, Cinderella had a flashback*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: (In deep thoughts) If that time I didn't spend so much, so uncontrolably, ah-pa (the King) won't kick us out lo. Why did I spend so much that time leh? Hai~ How stupid I was that time. If I listen to ah-bi (Prince charming) and don't spend on unncessary things, we will probably still get to live in a decent average home and ah-bi will probably get a decent job, lo. Hai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*The couple got home together one night*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: Bi~ I'm sorry. I was stupid lo before. *Cries*. Bi, lets go back to ah-pa and ask for forgiveness. I learned my lesson already lo Bi. Sobs. Poor you. Sniff. Look at your head. It is already balding lo. And it is all my fault. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt;: *Smiles* It is ok la Bi (short for Baby). Nevermind. Lets go ask ah-pa in the morning, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*They cuddled each other to bed and for once, they got to bed angryless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;UUUUIIIIHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;???? What are you two doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: Ah pa~ I am sorry. I will not repeat what I did before. Please let us back here with you, can? Sobs. I promise if I spend on unnecessary stuff again I will kick myself out. I learned my lesson already, ah-pa. Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: *Easily touched* Sniff. Sobs. Come in. Sob. Ouh I miss you two so much lo. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;: Sobs. I will tell this lesson to the child when she is out from my tummy. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;King&lt;/span&gt;: *Surprised* HA? You pregnant ar? HAHAHAHAHAHA! *hugged Cinderella* Ah boy! You worked hard ha! *winked at prince charming*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--oo00oo-- The end --oo00oo--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the end of the story. Now you will see how it linked to my opening post. I heard of this story months back. Now I am going to share it because I am sure Cinderella wants all of us to know the lesson she learned. And from August onwards, Christie will fast from spending and shopping and buying unnecessary stuff for one month. Hey~ one month is torture enough ok when mega sales are not even over yet! Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*CHRISTIE WILL BE FASTING FROM SHOPPING FOR ONE MONTH*&lt;/span&gt;&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/3674509326191339950-1339390195339861824?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/1339390195339861824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/1339390195339861824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-happily-ever-after.html' title='After happily ever after'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-7310787701108343823</id><published>2009-07-23T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:01:54.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTREME Bee-Ai-Em-Bee-Ou-Ess!!</title><content type='html'>Okay~ Lets start with the usual opening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, there was this one fine day, well, okay~ not exactly fine. It was a drizzly noon last semester. Not at all heavy. More or less insignificant little droplets. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSIGNIFICANT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I parked my beautiful, white, shiny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;PORSCHE&lt;/span&gt; in the school parking lot, which right after that, I started my journey in little princess's steps towards my classroom along the lovely shady walkway from the parking lot. In front of me, by the side of the pillars of the walkway, were a guy (Guy 1) and a girl (Girl B). Running towards them frantically was another girl and we shall call her 'Girl A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Looking at Girl A);&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: Ouh! There she is. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Girl A was running nearing);&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: *Squeals* EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: *Purely puzzled* What? What disgusting thing did you see? Where? Where?&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: What is it? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: EW EW EW EW EW!!! *squeals helplessly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Girl A finally reached the pillar where Girl B and the guy stood);&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: So, what is it? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: OUHHH!! *caught on and answered in a very matter-of-fact tone* It's the rain. Like, Ew!&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: I know, right? *flicking away teeny tiny droplets of raindrops* ERGH!!!! EW~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1: ......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT was the end of a bimboful last semester. Which, now, we will come to a new semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is my 2nd class in campus for the FIRST study week of the 13-weeks-semester. Little did I know, the SAME TWO BIMBS came out of the same lecture as I was and was walking just right behind me. Today (do take note) is an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY SUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and fine day. Not the slightest drop of rain in sight nor felt. In the same spot of the walkway.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: Ou My GAWD!!! We are, like, walking out! And, Ou My Gawd! It is, like, so SUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: Like, yea! I know, right~&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: Wait! Let me take out my shades. And, ou f**k! Where is my lotion?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: Didn't you put that thing on you already just now?&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: Like, yea! So? It is f**king sunny right now! Ergh~&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: Grossed out!&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: What the! It is not even piercing heat! It's a nice sunny weather after the rain!&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: *Shocked* Do you know how many people DIED because of skin cancer?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: What? *Laughed out REALLY loud* Then, just DIE la you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Narrator: Ouch~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: Yerh! So bad lo you! *Hits guy*&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2: What the f**k! What was that for?&lt;br /&gt;Girl B: *Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;Girl A: *Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is the end of another bimboful story I would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ABSOLUTELY LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to remember and tell my future kids and their future kids and to be carried down the family line.&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/3674509326191339950-7310787701108343823?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/7310787701108343823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/7310787701108343823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/07/extreme-bee-ai-em-bee-ou-ess.html' title='EXTREME Bee-Ai-Em-Bee-Ou-Ess!!'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-8170866053214480879</id><published>2009-07-14T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:14:35.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dear Chee Chak..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chee Chak&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, how are you? Its been a while since I've heard from you. How have you been? I am doing well here. How is everything back home? Are you having fun running the whole country by yourself? Is everything going great and fruitful? The peasants, the harvests, the blue bloods, well, the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Time to cut the crap. Enough of introductions. So, dear Chee Chak, I made up my mind to post a 'letter' and dedicating it to you here. I do not know why I did this but I just thought that at times when your 'disease' starts acting up, I am hoping this will help cool your temperature down a little. Well, 'cuz you know, you are cuckoo at times *toothy grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..~~oo00oo~~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Chee Chak&lt;/span&gt;, I had a sudden mood to write you something here right after you told me about your fruitful breakfast event. I was excited. I was happy for the both of you. Well, at least the both of you let out mutual feelings for each other. But knowing you, when something good comes your way, you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start to doubt&lt;/span&gt; and thinking about having dark, evil, thunderry clouds hidden behind it. Therefore, I am going to bet on the fact that after having to tell me the happy event which happened over the breakfast table, you will start to wonder if this is really meant to happen, if this person is who you want to be with and will this person be the one person who is different from the rest you have met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Chee Chak, I, too, doubt if this person really share the mutual feeling you have for this person. But, after what you had told me, I can be 99% confident that this person, though annoying enough to say this, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;genuinely in love with you&lt;/span&gt; (p/s: I am leaving 1% out because I can not give you full marks. *smiles*). As you know, this person is a blockhead. A hardheaded, stubborn, egoistical and a cold-rock! It is very likely that whoever was to hear about this story of yours will decipher this person as a prat who only wants things done his way and is hard to be forced into doing something he does not want to. This, Chee Chak, may sound like a bad quality. Well, actually, it IS a bad quality. But, try looking at it in a different perspective. You will see a good quality in it, 'cuz being this stupidly stubborn, when this person does give responses or apologizes or shows TLC, they are sincere. Yin and Yang, right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Chee Chak, I want to tell you that, I am pretty much guessing that you are still not convinced about this. You will argue that everytime you tried to be cheery or tried to bring him to respond to your conversation, you will not get the result or reply you want. That is because, Chee Chak, you are asking for too much and think too far ahead. Knowing you, you will probably start planning on what to ask and picture how the conversation will go from there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Cuz if you did not get that reply you pictured, even if he gives a positive respond, you will perceive it as a negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Chee Chak&lt;/span&gt;, I hope you know that it is not easy for blockheads to open up to someone else that much. Your blockhead did. It is something you should be proud of. When opportunity comes knocking, grab it. You may like it or you may not like it in the end, but at least you took the opportunity to give both of you a chance to try it once more. Giving it a go will not harm. Who knows, things may turn out better than we thought. So what if the characters and attitudes are different. You two have a similar feeling. Isn't that something to be pleased about? You said that you will learn to go with the flow. If you give up when the flow is coming in, that is like going AGAINST the flow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why pushing it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when this comes in like fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will probably argue that you do not know how you two can stay together. Why do you want to hastily think of that now, when neither of you really did get to know each other? Do not try to be a psychic for yourself. It is not healthy. Have fun with it. The process is the fun part. You will grow with the process. It will be a stupid decision and extremely hasty to just let go when you both, now, knew of each others feelings. You are only scaring yourself. You may be scared of getting yourself hurt. But, like I said, that is a process. You can not just have a 100% flawless relationship. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You need rain before &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; need &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;thorns &lt;/span&gt;to grow beautifully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you want this, then fight for it! Do not let go! Screw what other people might say. Do not let your own 'issues' or let his attitude stop you both from going further. You do not have a third eye, you know. You do not put an end to your fairytale just like that without having to write out the body of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, may be wrong. But, I am truly happy when I heard about the breakfast event. You can continue doubting anything you want, of course. I will not try and stop you. But, if you do not try going into it, you will never know what you are missing out. You may even accidentally gave up on a chance towards a happy beginning. You DO remember how stupidly we were when we were young to let go of many good opportunities, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chee Chak!&lt;/span&gt; Just go with it! Why fight with opportunities which comes your way? Go and give it a try and have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SCREW YOUR ISSUES!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Give it a go and do not worry about anything nor try to control yourself or try to b someone you are not while you are giving it a try. Trust me! You will have fun with it. And in return, that person will, too, have fun. Why stop the fun at the breakfast event? GO and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREATE MORE memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the both of you! Come on! You can do better than stopping here. DO us PROUD! You know what you should do from there! You have your answer with you! You just need more confirmations and approvals. And I will tell you now! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU DO NOT NEED CONFIRMATIONS AND APPROVALS!&lt;/span&gt; This is YOUR relationship! Not any of us. Only you know this person better than any of us. Do trust in yourself. Do not always bring yourself down to a low lifeless state! That is not why he likes you! He DOES like you for who you are. Have some faith in this blockhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THOSE are all I have to type for now. If I go on and on any longer, I can publish this in booklet form. BUCK UP! WE ARE ROOTING FOR YOU! XOXOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!&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/3674509326191339950-8170866053214480879?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/8170866053214480879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/8170866053214480879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-dear-chee-chak.html' title='To my dear Chee Chak..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-6397249929648877899</id><published>2009-04-20T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:55:05.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST DO IT!!</title><content type='html'>Dear silly monkey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST DO IT!!! BREATHE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SexOigi6CyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/PiMGHYOR9FI/s1600-h/pnz15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SexOigi6CyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/PiMGHYOR9FI/s320/pnz15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326718814031317794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MONKEY!! YOU CAN DO IT!! YOU CAN DO IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it.. right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW IT!! JUST DO IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe breathe* *out of breath* *woozy!* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*FLOPS!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-6397249929648877899?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6397249929648877899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6397249929648877899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-do-it.html' title='JUST DO IT!!'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SexOigi6CyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/PiMGHYOR9FI/s72-c/pnz15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-6344151545392167418</id><published>2009-04-18T03:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T04:07:40.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christie's flushes of pride!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok! Been a true environmentalist for the past 2 weeks now. So this freaking presentation better be a real kick a** one! HOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little poster below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEA! CHRISTIE CREATED THAT HERSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she saved a couple of images from a couple of sources. But she DID stick them together and did this and that and then, VOILA!! A whole new and different creation created!! I am SOOOOO very proud of myself (and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am TOTALLY NOT ASHAMED to admit&lt;/span&gt; that!) and therefore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MUST AT LEAST SHOW THIS FRIGGING THING OFF&lt;/span&gt;!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *Evil laughters*&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SejdlyhsugI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LUHiSnx756E/s1600-h/test3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 543px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SejdlyhsugI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LUHiSnx756E/s320/test3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325750200653625858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P/S: NO! I AM NOT KIDDING! I SO TOTALLY DID THAT MYSELF! *more evil laughters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/P/S: To the wonderful sources I got the pictures from and totally transformed them into something new, I want to honorably THANK all of you! THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/P/S: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEOPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I totally did not do this and let it go to waste, right~ That will be absolutely daft of me. No way, jose~ So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;DO YOUR PART PEOPLE!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SAVE EARTH!!&lt;/span&gt; STOP GLOBAL WARMING!! EVEN A FREAKING TINY ACT OF HEROISM AND MAJESTICALLY SAVING EVEN A MINUTE OF ENERGY BY EACH OF US WILL &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MAKE A MASSIVE DIFFERENCE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3674509326191339950-6344151545392167418?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6344151545392167418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6344151545392167418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/04/christies-flushes-of-pride.html' title='Christie&apos;s flushes of pride!!'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SejdlyhsugI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LUHiSnx756E/s72-c/test3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-6347156198754635795</id><published>2009-03-30T17:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:49:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in magic</title><content type='html'>Ok. No matter how boring these may sound to you guys, I will still have to post something about these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since we were infants till toddler-hood till rebelling teenage-hood till the time we are a fully grown adult, "Happily Ever After~" will usually be the ending of a romantic fairytale or a romantic story. And whoever can forget quotes such as 'Love At First Sight' or 'Nothing Is Impossible' or 'Opposites Attract' or 'Chivalry Is Dead' or 'What Is Yours Is Yours' and the list goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a whole month of March, there were numerous stories told to me and scenes witnessed by me which is a real eye-opener for me to see how skeptical I was towards these famous sayings. Ok. Not all of them. I am still not convinced with 'love at first sight'. Maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'love at first sight - regrets come after'&lt;/span&gt; will convince me but otherwise, nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe2AYmoNI/AAAAAAAAA-4/qHX6iHJTNG0/s1600-h/link-love-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe2AYmoNI/AAAAAAAAA-4/qHX6iHJTNG0/s320/link-love-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318925810577875154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HAPPILY EVER AFTER' only happens in fairytales, no? NO! Ok~ I agree that we may not know what happened to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt; AFTER their wedding ceremony in the hands of their fated Prince Charmings. In the REAL WORLD, happily-ever-afters do exist. Well, everyone has an option. They can choose whether to stay happy or otherwise. Planned well and smooth-easy-goingness and everyday will be a Valentines Day for you. Since f&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;airytales are told one-sidedly&lt;/span&gt;, who knows what might happen if the witches or enchanted magical evil creatures planned their way through well enough, like maybe using their magic powers or potion to make them eternally beautiful or clean their property or communicate with little cute creatures like Sleeping Beauty and Princess Giselle, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;witches themselves might even ended up with someone handsome and live happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us tends to keep the memory of the past relationships so tightly that it is close to impossible to start and accept a new relationship. Yes, it is hard to let go. But if it is meant to be, it is meant to be. It is like keeping a bird in a cage. The pitiful creature, tied up unable to fly freely and tweet with other feathered friends of its. Let it go for once, if it flies back to u, it is meant to be yours. If it does not, then why force it to come back and lock it with you. Of course I am not just saying these for the sake of saying it. I have full and strong proofs that 'what is yours is yours' is real and a solid statement. In short, I will definitely not pass this bragging-chance to tell the world that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MY COUSIN IS GETTING ENGAGED TO THE SAME WONDERFUL MAN AFTER 3 YEARS OF A BREAK UP! WOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *jumps around in extreme excitement*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, CHIVALRY is definitely not quite as dead in today's era as we think it is. I will dedicate this part to this friend of mine whom, even though it did not work out the way intended, faced the defeat ever-so admirably. Not giving up, he did a number of things to honor the doodette he likes. Showering her with poetry, loves, gifts and treating her like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. After all those, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is actually the main highlight of this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe1q1yuJI/AAAAAAAAA-o/MTo5d41bYMc/s1600-h/120811717_ee8d040b4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe1q1yuJI/AAAAAAAAA-o/MTo5d41bYMc/s320/120811717_ee8d040b4a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318925804794722450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Nothing is impossible'. Mixing something totally different, you may ended up getting something totally new and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of you might know what happened exactly for me to post about these stuff. How two truly different people can ended up being together. I am definitely not talking the religion way. But in terms of personality, capability, performances, mentally and physically differences, and yet, they fell in love with each other and without hesitation (literally WITHOUT hesitation) they got together and totally shocked the circle (it did, didn't it!!!! WAHAHAHAHA!!). They ARE both different from appearance, tastes, emotionally, mentally, personality, characteristics, basically EVERYTHING about the pair of them are different. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;None matched each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in fact. Yet, they definitely must have found something possibly similar between them which attracted them towards each other. They are truly a pair of 'opposites attract'. I DID NOT MAKE THIS UP! IT IS CLOSE TO IMPOSSIBLE TO MAKE THESE STUFFS UP! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I swear in the name of the many beautiful CAKES that all these are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe15bwmkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/3WWooqcYAgY/s1600-h/3278763554_c86110c381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe15bwmkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/3WWooqcYAgY/s320/3278763554_c86110c381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318925808712063554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yin and Yang truly lived up to their names. Black and White. Gold and Silver. Cats and Dogs. I could not say it more. It is definitely indescribable. But my eyes were truly and magnificently opened the day the news was told to me. I was regretful how unconvinced I was towards the 'opposites attract' statement. But now, only now, that I truly understand how wrongly I have misjudged the statement *dramatic*. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I, Christie Wong, hereby, totally and truthfully and solemnly accept this statement to be the truest statement of all. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe2gFMQdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VfWg96Mmw3o/s1600-h/pig1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe2gFMQdI/AAAAAAAAA_A/VfWg96Mmw3o/s320/pig1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318925819086389714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P/s: The picture above~ That is a bull and a pig. Their babies will be called 'bullets' or shorter, little 'pugs'. The end!&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/3674509326191339950-6347156198754635795?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6347156198754635795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6347156198754635795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='Do you believe in magic'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SdCe2AYmoNI/AAAAAAAAA-4/qHX6iHJTNG0/s72-c/link-love-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-2958971140315640084</id><published>2009-03-27T18:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:14:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something different about me..</title><content type='html'>Ok~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As promised (to you-know-who-you-are *smirks*), I will dedicate a post about the interesting presentation I will soon be doing this coming Monday in my Managerial Communication class. We (my tutorial mates and I) are to prepare, bring and present 4 objects which signify each and everyone of us. It is pretty much like 'show and tell'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Object 1: An item which people recognises me as or associate me with or will think of me when they see that item.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Object 2: An item which shows a hidden area or a hidden personality of yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Object 3: An item which a relative or a close friend will describe you with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Object 4: An item chosen from a partner in class on how he/she percepts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, obviously, without hesitation, I did the object 3 right after tasks were given out. So this is what the Bestie described me as: A COLOURFUL LOLLIPOP! Reason being: Christie is colourful and cheers her up like how a lollipop can cheer a little kid up *smiles*. So Object 3 was settled in less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw5y6ohOI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rMdmsdgSOpQ/s1600-h/2560786105_8bbc48cbd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw5y6ohOI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rMdmsdgSOpQ/s320/2560786105_8bbc48cbd7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317819766984443106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, out of curiousity, I asked the close friend back hometown. To my surprise, this is how she described me as: A Clown! *LAUGHS!!* Reason being: I am funny and I cheer people around me up. Kinda like brightening up the atmosphere and stuff. Hehehehe. (Sorry, girl! But I could not stop laughing when you told me that! HAHAHA!) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw5hacRII/AAAAAAAAA9I/eNnWzzkR48Q/s1600-h/Resize+of+DSC00649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw5hacRII/AAAAAAAAA9I/eNnWzzkR48Q/s320/Resize+of+DSC00649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317819762286019714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I told the other close friend back hometown about the Clown which she laughed her a** off and totally overly enjoying the moment imagining me in a red nose, cycling and juggling and wearing McDonald's yellow shoes! As soon as she stopped laughing, she told me her point of view. This is what she describe me as: Bunny and Fluffy = Fluffy Bunny. Reason being: Fluffiness due to the fact I am overly crazy about cute stuffs and Bunny due to the fact that bunnies are innocent creatures and to her, I am extremely innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1N5yPfEI/AAAAAAAAA94/pTUdtwmKlOg/s1600-h/2135633767_563d2f1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1N5yPfEI/AAAAAAAAA94/pTUdtwmKlOg/s320/2135633767_563d2f1453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317824510472191042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I need only 1 object for each task, I proceed to survey and ask a few more friends on what kind of item or object they will recognised me instantly and associate me with. Task: Object 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some answers I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;CAKES! Why? Just because I will go extremely hyper and absolutely adore cakes. Therefore, to some, when they see or eat or buy an extremely lovely decorated and delicious cake, 'Christie' will popped up in their minds.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy3-lNzDsI/AAAAAAAAA-g/iz4-r5BLOi8/s1600-h/3310227555_8d6001f878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy3-lNzDsI/AAAAAAAAA-g/iz4-r5BLOi8/s320/3310227555_8d6001f878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317827545787469506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STARBUCKS! Why? Just because I am a Starbucks hardcore fan and an addict. To some of them, from the fact I always choose Starbucks Coffee to study or to finish up my assignment or plainly just to hang out and chit chat, they associate me with Starbucks Coffee.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy3-dXBCII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/fbC00wknpeM/s1600-h/Starbucks+Cups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy3-dXBCII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/fbC00wknpeM/s320/Starbucks+Cups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317827543678650498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TEDDY! To most of my mates, teddies = Christie. Undeniably, I am a fan. I tend to squeeze or cuddle any cute teddies in any gift shops.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1OJ87LKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ZpGBOnzLuE4/s1600-h/bear04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1OJ87LKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ZpGBOnzLuE4/s320/bear04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317824514811964578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ICE CREAMS! I have close mates telling me that the only way to keep me less hyper and to be less bouncy and annoying and to avoid me singing and dancing and jumping around while hanging out with them in malls (in short: a way to control Christie's annoying habits), is by feeding ice creams to me while walking in malls. Due to the fact that I will be fully concentrated on the ice cream and I will forget about my dancing, moving around and singing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1OBOLKjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/JqlfYeqbOpY/s1600-h/fc71do070-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1OBOLKjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/JqlfYeqbOpY/s320/fc71do070-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317824512468396594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOOD! You will notice by now that people tend to associate me with anything to do with food. For some, instead of categorising which food group I am into, they gave up and associate me with anything to do with food in general. During my study times in KL, this is what my mates will hear from me all the time "I'm hungry~~~~" and off we will go to hunt for food!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1N_OA8QI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_UuRGSI09ik/s1600-h/356799414_9ef2a5e2b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1N_OA8QI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_UuRGSI09ik/s320/356799414_9ef2a5e2b7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317824511930855682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOVEY-DOVIES! To a few of my friends who knew,  I had been listening and taking in too many love stories since like I-can't-even-remember.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw6tITNbI/AAAAAAAAA9o/6K2o-WGwRcw/s1600-h/vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw6tITNbI/AAAAAAAAA9o/6K2o-WGwRcw/s320/vday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317819782611023282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BUBBLES! Reason being: Christie-is-BUBBLY! LOL!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw6uoLVNI/AAAAAAAAA9g/EJpLuM9xTVQ/s1600-h/bubbles+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw6uoLVNI/AAAAAAAAA9g/EJpLuM9xTVQ/s320/bubbles+final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317819783013160146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is long. A CHOCOLATE BROWNIE WITH VANILLA ICE CREAM! The reason is interesting too. Reason: Christie is sweet (vanilla ice cream) yet she is mysterious in some ways (melty chocolate brownie). LOL!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw6SpRpyI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5hRe9HVTDiQ/s1600-h/brownie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw6SpRpyI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5hRe9HVTDiQ/s320/brownie-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317819775501575970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it interesting to know what and how different people will have a different perception of you and your personality and your character? So you readers! Give it a try. You will be very amazed to hear what answers you will be getting. At some point it is boosting and motivating and the results can help you change and improve yourself *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I shall end this post here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a freaking hopping day!! HOOTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1NkjeLYI/AAAAAAAAA9w/bzncmwtmarE/s1600-h/158211069_df28381b5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scy1NkjeLYI/AAAAAAAAA9w/bzncmwtmarE/s320/158211069_df28381b5e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317824504773094786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: That is a photo of a hopping bunny from behind!&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/3674509326191339950-2958971140315640084?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/2958971140315640084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/2958971140315640084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-different-about-me.html' title='Something different about me..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Scyw5y6ohOI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/rMdmsdgSOpQ/s72-c/2560786105_8bbc48cbd7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-5266683044865054033</id><published>2009-02-28T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:45:26.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Girl!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Sa *^3^*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Hehehehe!! Though Jule and I are not back in KK to celebrate your big day with you but we will not forget your special day. I'll bet you had lotsa fun! How are you feeling on this very special day? Isn't it great to feel like a young lady? A real young adult? Hehehehe! Well, since you are not here to celebrate with us and we are not there to celebrate it with you in person, this blog post will be dedicated especially for you. Though it is nothing big or special but it is your post now. Hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough we were not that close during high school times, but I am truly glad I did get to know you when we were in primary school and got to be really good friends now. You are a treasure. A real keep. So, unfortunately for you, I will be one of the girl whom will be bugging you crazily for the rest of your life! MUAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!! You still remember how we use to have like recess meeting at our little meeting spot around the freaking big tree in primary school? *laughs* That was funny la~ How we played, bitched and had bitter-sweet moments with the rest of our little 'gang' then, or should I say 'little family tree'. Then, something happened in between where we got split up into two groups. HAHAHAHAHA!! Those were the silly little kids days~ But I am really glad I get to be part of your circle now and how incredibly fast all four of us just cliqued together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will not type too many corny and mushy stuff. But just remember, no matter where we all go or which path all of us get separated and chose to go, we will definitely be the best of friends. Have a great day today, girl!!! A new year up ahead of you!!!!!! May dreams and wishes come true today for you!!! LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SajaPWTBH2I/AAAAAAAAA9A/OEnajtRsX3M/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SajaPWTBH2I/AAAAAAAAA9A/OEnajtRsX3M/s320/DSC00433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307732118074367842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-5266683044865054033?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/5266683044865054033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/5266683044865054033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-girl.html' title='Happy birthday, Girl!!'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SajaPWTBH2I/AAAAAAAAA9A/OEnajtRsX3M/s72-c/DSC00433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-7865754075402179144</id><published>2009-02-27T18:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:13:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st anniversary.. in advance! *^3^*</title><content type='html'>To you readers who have no clue what this is about, let me do the honors by telling you what this is all about. Well, my wonderful buddy, partly-sister, bestie, the person who managed to influence and plays a big part in my life, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julie Chaw Chui Yee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(dang! it reli rhymes! LOL!) and the man who captured her big, lovable heart, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, will be celebrating their&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first&lt;/span&gt; ever and one year anniversary soon on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14th of March, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *beaming with pride*. No~ they are not married, yet. This is their first year dating anniversary. Ok~ to some of you it may sound like not much of a big deal, but it is to me and I am determine to let the world know about it just because I am excited for them! Nyeh!!&gt;.&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Yee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling? Excited? Ecstatic? Blissful? Totally very very in love? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiles*&lt;/span&gt; (I am making this sound as though you are getting married aren't I? LOL!) Well, I am very excited for you and I can't describe how very excited I am for you. I still remember the first time you told me about this particular man, your feeling and stuff. How you experienced every flavour imaginable before entering this whole relationship. Bitter, sweet, sour, spicy, sometimes odd and funky, etc. How you have little jitters and got lost along the way. I am very very glad you found your way about now. Well, things might go a little rough ahead but, what the heck! With this man by your side, you will not have a problem going through it. Of course, you have all of us, too, to push you ahead but with this man by your side, more than half the war is won already!! So what if there is a hole on the path you are walking on right now, right? The hole in your path can be fixed and beutified without problem (if Malaysian roads can do it, so can your road!) But, ouh well~ whatever to that for now. In the mean time, just kick back, relax and enjoy it, am I right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt; One year! Can you believe what a long way you went through? It seemed as though it was only a month ago you told me you are going to give yourself and your life a chance to do what you want and not something which is traditionally planned! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am still very proud of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'll bet you learn alot of stuff through this, right? A true eye-opener, isn't it? Well, to tell you the truth, even though I supported you in this, I DID wonder if you will change and will be obsessed with your relationship. You didn't! So, no worries! You are handling like a pro! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt; Well, I won't write too very long. I just wanna tell you how very proud I am of you! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WUV YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XOXO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Issie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea~ There is a little note for you, too! (Bangga tak? *^^*) Well, I don't have anything much to say, though. Because, seriously, if I go on with a long one~ I can really come up with an essay. Anyway, back to the topic. Like I mentioned before, I did not know who you were then so I could not judge you well. But yea~ I DID judge you in some ways which I, Christie Wong, hereby openly apologise to Issie that I did think you were not a good fella, then. No kidding! I did not like the sound of you, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(jeng jeng jeng!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;. But when I first chatted with you (the first time I talked to you was through MSN right? Did i remember wrongly? No, right?) and through the way you talk about Julie and the many things you did and tried to do, I sorta knew I judged you too fast and was very wrong about stating you as a not-so-great-of-a-dood. It was, then, I was extremely determined to not let your silly girl lose a great dood like you. I am very glad she did not. I have full faith that you will not do anything which will make her cry badly (unless she is surprised and cried tears of joy, la~ that will be an entirely different story~) and I am sure she thinks the same, too. Just look at her blissful expression on her face whenever she talks to you, about you and when she is with you. You may not know this but do you remember the first time the 3 of us went out together just because I said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bestie has to meet the dood&lt;/span&gt; "? Her face was glowing and after knowing her for like so long~ that was the first time I get to see that kinda look on her face! LOL!! I am very happy for the both of you!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*squeals in excitement and runs around like a blonde bimbo*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear both of you *^^*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know~ this post is corny. I do not know why I do it but I just now I want to do it and I DID it! There! Apparently bragging about this through the mouth is not enough~ HAHAHAHA!! Ouh~ This is not your anniversary gift if that is what you two are thinking! No no no~ Your gift will be something&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ENTIRELY different&lt;/span&gt;. It will not be something big. It will be cheap la~~~~~~~ I'll just have to hope you two will like it. Well, not like there is any choice for the both of you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not-liking-it is not in the option actually&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever you two will be getting, even if you two do not like it, you two will have to, well not will-have-to, MUST pretend to be surprised and pretend to like it for the sake of me maximising my self satisfaction. Deal? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smirks*&lt;/span&gt; Ok~ I do not know how long this post is really going to be if I really continue yapping. So, here I will end this post. And!!!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Saf02BRZrXI/AAAAAAAAA84/CHs6FMmTrBY/s1600-h/together1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 433px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Saf02BRZrXI/AAAAAAAAA84/CHs6FMmTrBY/s320/together1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307479894770953586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3674509326191339950-7865754075402179144?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/7865754075402179144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/7865754075402179144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-1st-anniversary-in-advance-3.html' title='Happy 1st anniversary.. in advance! *^3^*'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/Saf02BRZrXI/AAAAAAAAA84/CHs6FMmTrBY/s72-c/together1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4928842450731475228</id><published>2008-12-09T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:21:02.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sie's aims..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After working, like say, for a week, I had totally decided that i will be thankful and will fully enjoy my soon-to-start-again new semester in campus. However, even though I might dislike sitting in the work-cubicle doing absolutely nothing at all, the good thing about this is that I sit around, doing nothing for the whole 8 hours and get my pay. Definitely no complains there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Lets see. What shall I use my 2 months worth of pays on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to invest in (See~ I am using the 'invest' term~):&lt;br /&gt;1. Levi's Boot-Cut Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;2. PSP (Under consideration though)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dinner with mom and dad and I am paying!&lt;br /&gt;4. A whole new wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sissy shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Accessories for my white baby.&lt;br /&gt;7. Erm~ Ok. No more. For now that is~ List will be constantly updated if needed. *Smirk!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Done with my how-to-spend-my-2-months-worth-of-working-allowances list. I shall start with the usual list of what-I-want-for-christmas list. Ok~ Rename. What-I-aim-for-christmas list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh~ Nah~ I am just kidding~ I just want peace and happiness and joyful harmony to fill the world this christmas *angelic expression with holy hymns complete with halo and angel wings*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bleh! That is not going to happen. Ok~ Maybe I will add that in the list, too. But I am a material girl living in a material world. There! I admitted it! WOOTS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dear SANTA, I am being honest. That makes me a good girl this year. And I have a few teeny tiny things I would love to have. Thank you, SANTA! *Sweet innocent smiles across the face*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lets see~&lt;br /&gt;1. Sony Dcam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. A wardrobe full of lovely clothings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Lotsa lotsa pictures to fill up my album.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. Christie's little wishes which no one knew about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. A ring bought at Tiffany's, a lovely pair of Jimmy Choo, a gorgeous Vera AWang's, a loaded bank account.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. -Coming Soon-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;See~ Those are not that hard to get aren't they. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. *More angelic smiles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Goodness! I just realised that my christmas list got shorter! You lucky people! Just because I am capable of using my own funds now. BUT NO WORRIES PEOPLE! You will be showering me with lotsa gift, uh~ I meant, loves next year like normal again! *MORE innocent looking smiles!!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Disclaimer: This post is for Christie's own reference (for the how-to-spend-my-2-months-worth-of-working-allowances list). *MORE SMIRKS!* This is due to the fact that she is extremely bored now and felt like posting a blog post just because she needs to update her post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-4928842450731475228?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4928842450731475228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4928842450731475228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/12/sies-aims.html' title='Sie&apos;s aims..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-6734875432782735393</id><published>2008-10-29T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:15:41.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet's infected with an odd viral disease!</title><content type='html'>Today: Wednesday, 12.09 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Location: Violet's royal chamber.&lt;br /&gt;Issue: Pitiful viral infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how the story will begin.. Violet used to look like this when she had not begin her relationship with the dood called Tacks Bu-Ouk.. An exotic fella he was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SQc07dQ3RYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/eV2qyvGPMhk/s1600-h/n785955455_4461821_660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SQc07dQ3RYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/eV2qyvGPMhk/s320/n785955455_4461821_660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262232885677999490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slowly.. with the lacking of sleeps and her sweet sugary and yummy dosages and LOADS of hugs~ And too much of Tacks' corny jokes~ She slowly.. Evolved.. Day by day.. And this was how she looked like [picture below].. The process was a painful venture.. They called the process.. None other than.. The still-testing Pandafication.. Deadly! Little did she know, that Tacks infected with the virus and only he can spread this infectious, incurable disease! Ouh, how she trusted him~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SQc1JjiMuyI/AAAAAAAAA8g/lMB0h_gSvy8/s1600-h/panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SQc1JjiMuyI/AAAAAAAAA8g/lMB0h_gSvy8/s320/panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262233127879490338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The final stage.. After a period of time.. If the specimen has not dump and forget bout Tacks.. Psychologically, mentally and emotionally, the specimen will, then, suffer the severe and obvious symptoms of the viral infection.. The specimen will turn weak and a decreasing-in-size eyes all because of the attention Tacks needed day and night, 24/7 a week which causes lack of a lot of sleeps.. The specimen will, then, turned cranky and whatever and whenever the specimen wanted to say or do.. Please take note that most of the time, the actions, may they be verbally or visibly, do not make much sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SQc07vZjMUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/h5w5avsEhJQ/s1600-h/cranky+panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SQc07vZjMUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/h5w5avsEhJQ/s320/cranky+panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262232890546270530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.. *X-files' theme begins to play.. Slowly fading away..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-6734875432782735393?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6734875432782735393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6734875432782735393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-wednesday-12.html' title='Violet&apos;s infected with an odd viral disease!'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SQc07dQ3RYI/AAAAAAAAA8I/eV2qyvGPMhk/s72-c/n785955455_4461821_660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-6918624748692606274</id><published>2008-10-26T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:48:49.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops~</title><content type='html'>A month passed by and no updates from this rustifying blogspot! Well~ Ain't blogging till finals are over! WOOTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses! Loves and misses! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-6918624748692606274?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6918624748692606274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6918624748692606274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoops.html' title='Whoops~'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-5924677873158161678</id><published>2008-09-15T02:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:50:09.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Showdown..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark and windy night&lt;/span&gt;. I was in my studies, watching moving pictures, which they named it as '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ANIME&lt;/span&gt;', after a fine dinner. I was popping coffee-taste candies into my mouth while having a peaceful and pensive hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then, I knew, I was not safe. It appeared in front of me. Right on me. I knew a day like this will come. But it had never occurred to me that it came so soon. Undeniably, I was stunned. I was petrified. I was scared. I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But I know I have to face this. I have to face my fear someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was in a mess. I could not think. I did not react fast enough. The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENEMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came towards me and attacked me first. I was down. It was rough. The enemy backed off. Leaving itself space to dodge if I tried to use sudden attacks. What should I do? I thought to myself. I knew I had to stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, very slowly, I moved. I came up. I stood firm on the ground I was standing at. I knew I had to do this alone (well, partly due to the fact there was no one else in the room except me). The enemy saw me moved. It jumped. The enemy got nervous. My strong will shook it a little. I had my advantage, then. It was open. I could have plunged in and bring it down. Slowly, I took my first weapon. It saw what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us moved. We were staring at each other. I was looking sternly at it with clear slight fear in my eyes. The enemy was looking at me, clearly noticing my fear and, with no doubt, was its advantage, its chance.. its opening. I was trapped. One wrong move, I might be down again. I moved a step forward. It moved to the side. Standing still again, I made a sudden move. I ATTACKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the enemy was quick. It managed to dodge. Feeling its satisfaction and proud of itself, feelings it laughing with its purely evil and hateful laugh at me, I took up my second weapon. I ATTACKED! The weapon hit where it was standing. I could not see. It was dark. I could not see if it got hits. But, in vain, it cowardly went into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gone. But I knew I could not loosen up. I knew I was not safe until it ended. I knew I had to stay alert. I felt insecure. Who can come to my rescue? I thought to myself, again. I felt hopeless. I wanted to give in. I was scared. It did not appear. I knew it was watching my every move. It was waiting for an opportunity to ambush me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I let my guard down. It tried to escape. It stealthily slithered pass me. But, fortunately, I saw it. It was stunned. I knew, one day, my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NINJA trainings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will come to use one day. It was thanks to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENSEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whom taught me the art of feeling the AURA of the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up! It tried to slither back quickly to its hide out. I took my weapon. I ATTACKED! I MISSED! It picked up pace from the miss. I did not give up. I can not give up! In quick reflexes, I took up my weapon. I SHOT! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT HIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The enemy was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then, I muster all my courage and bravery. I went nearer to the fallen enemy which was striving to get up. I looked at it without the slightest mercy in my eyes. I knew &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VICTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was in my hand. I took my last weapon. I let out the last hit. The final hit. Like a SAMURAI, the enemy bowed down with respect of itself. I swung the hit. I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SQUISHED THAT BIG FAT STRIPED HAIRY SPIDER!! WOOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CHEERS!!! WOOHOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3674509326191339950-5924677873158161678?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/5924677873158161678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/5924677873158161678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-showdown.html' title='The Final Showdown..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4734761602845304540</id><published>2008-09-12T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:54:24.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions?</title><content type='html'>Hey, Gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon at the verge of killing my assignment in front of me, I have decided to take a break and blog a little. Been hearing random questions asked by a bunch of middle-school girls. It is interesting to see the competitions formed between girls. So anyway, I was wondering about the many questions people (been eavesdropping) asked. Somewhat, there are basic questions which are mysteriously unanswerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Before all of that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This post is generally stating what MOST of the people in this current era will answer. NOTE: MOST! And 'MOST' does not have the same meaning and is not equivalent to 'ALL' or 'ALMOST ALL'. Christie Wong is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not liable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for any misinterpretations made by readers. Note: Under the 'useful and popular replies', they are smart answers [some]. So do not go thinking that it is offending you. Under 'reasons being', the main point of this is to clarify why is the question mysteriously unanswerable. And Christie is hereby admitting that these are all by her only! This is her blog and she will state what she wants to state no matter how brainless, unknowledgeable and stupid they can be. Cheers. *^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Occasions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; Usually asked when birthdays of the 'asked' are around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons being:&lt;/span&gt; 1) You will be seen as greedy and shameless to the enquirer (well, depending on their personality and mentality, too). 2) You might not get it. So why answer? 3) You might get it. But where is the surprise? 4) You might get it. And it may be only something close to what you want. 5) You will plainly feel uncomfortable answering that question just because everyone else will ask you that EVERY BIRTHDAY season. 6) You do not see the point of telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useful and popular replies:&lt;/span&gt; 1) Anything, la~ 2) No need, la~ 3) Ha? I dunno oso o~ 4) Surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So what did you get for christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; Usually asked by 'kepoh' aunties to any younger-than-thems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason being: &lt;/span&gt;Curious and plainly wanted to befriend the 'asked'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useful and popular replies:&lt;/span&gt; Erm~ Gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Question 3:&lt;/span&gt; How much angpau did you collect? (Also asked: How much angpau MONEY did you collect?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; Either to start a conversation when long-time-no-see time or want to compare (with utmost do-not-know-what-reason) or plainly want to ask and know and be done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason being:&lt;/span&gt; Usually interpreted as "why you want to know? You want me to spend lunch (options: dinner or breakfast) is it?" (note: the misinterpretations are usually never voiced out.) or just because one feels it is unimportant to inform others about the amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useful and popular replies:&lt;/span&gt; Just enough to survive the month lo~ / Ok la~ / Definitely not as much as yours la (usable with or without knowledge of how much the other party collected) / Why you want to know ar? (used in a slightly soft tone to avoid offending the other party). Cheeky answers: Oh! How much angpau I collected? I think around 10 (optional) packets only. (Note: usually ends with an almost innocent and cheeky smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Situations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So where / what do you want to go / eat for breakfast / lunch / dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description: &lt;/span&gt;Asked when in hungry situation (a.k.a.: hunger strikes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons being&lt;/span&gt;: Too many choices / Not hungry / I want to eat this but I do not think you will want to have it / You choose, I describe / Out of manners / You pick. I am OK with anything. You are fussier and pickier (note: usually not voiced out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useful and popular replies:&lt;/span&gt; Anything, la (alternative: Anything oso can la~) / You choose la. I am OK with anything. / I can't decide la. You choose la. (which will sometimes be continued with "ha? Why you wanna eat there / that?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Academics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Question 5:&lt;/span&gt; Have you finished your assignment / homework / thesis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description: &lt;/span&gt;Asked either as a greeting and an opening conversation or when plainly and genuinely wanted to know if the 'asking' is nearing the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason being:&lt;/span&gt; The 'asked' will think that the 'asking' will want to have a look at it and assuming that the 'asking' has a scanning-machined eyes and print out what the 'asking' had read into another piece of paper and make it his / her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useful and popular replies: &lt;/span&gt;Ha? Er~ Why ar? / Oh! I finished already (and when asked "can I take a look at question 3?") Oh! I have not done that question yet. / Oh! I handed in already (note: question is "have you finished your assignment / homework / thesis" which carries basic answers such as "Yes" or "No") / Eh! Ouh My GAWD! I lost my pen! (or anything which comes in mind to divert the question).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Can you teach me how to answer this particular question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; Asked when one does not know how to answer a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason being: &lt;/span&gt;This question is usually interpreted as "can you give me your answer?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useful and popular replies:&lt;/span&gt; Oh! I dunno how to do oso o. What was it again ar? (tip: it is a useful diversion to ask the 'asking' back.) / Overlapping with the answer to Question 3: Ha? Er~ Why ar? / Another overlap: Oh! I have not done that question yet. / Er. Sorry ya. I dunno oso. Ask XX la~ (which is odd because the 'asked' mentioned he/she does not know how to answer the question and yet knew who to ask.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question 7: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So what marks did you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Description:&lt;/span&gt; Asked during post-test or post-finals or post-assignments to either compare marks or asked out of manners to start and continue a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason being:&lt;/span&gt; Question is usually interpreted as "I want to know because if yours is lower, I'll be happy" or plainly because "I don't wanna know your marks and I won't bother telling you mine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useful and popular replies:&lt;/span&gt; Ok la~ *smiles and zipped* / It's Ok~ (what is the difference? The first one is informal reply while the second is a formal reply.) / Oh! I passed. / Not as good as yours la of coz~ (usually ends with a forceful short laugh) / OkOk only la~ (What is the difference? This reply has a double Ok stating that the result is averagely good or averagely moderate. Note: There is no averagely bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well? Is there anymore? I could not think of any. Well, SHARING IS CARING! Share some here and er.. Yea~ Share some here. *^^* REMINDER: I am not liable for any imaginary-offense and hereby, openly state that I use some replies in these post for some questions as well. There you go~&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/3674509326191339950-4734761602845304540?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4734761602845304540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4734761602845304540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/09/questions.html' title='Questions?'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-6286253261007049225</id><published>2008-09-01T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:44:24.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing..</title><content type='html'>Yo readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start typing what was meant to be typed, read the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;: This post is to be read from a point of view of only ONE particular person: Christie Wong! This is her blog which gives her absolute right to express whatever and however way she wants to. Readers have absolutely no right to say she offended anyone due to the fact that this is her blog and she is to post what she felt and what she see and want to post and not how and what the readers would and want to feel. Cheerio~ *^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok! Yup! Basically from the title, it is obvious what this post will be about. Of course I need to write something about this. How shall I put it. Ok. Lets put it this way. CHRISTIE IS NO LONGER A CLUBBING VIRGIN! Yes! SHE FINALLY STEPPED FOOT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A CLUB! Previously, this sentence was formed long ago even when I was a kid: I DO NOT LIKE CLUBBING!. This is what I formed after my first trip to the club: I DO NOT LIKE CLUBBING!. Go on. Try blinking and rubbing the eyes a few time. No, you are not seeing double. :) And yes! To some of you, you will probably be thinking "omg! It is her first time?". Ouh yes. Do not deny. I know people who thinks of clubbing as a next step to a higher level in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm~ Maybe this was not supposed to be how a real clubbing is like but the one I tried is definitely a put off and it is just adding to the point that I find clubbing a waste of time and money and everything else. I mean like, who created the fact that when clubbing, one needs to drink-drank-DRUNK, doing unnecessary stuff (go ahead, imagine!), smoking, looking absolutely spiffingly prosty-like and a wannabe-trying-too-hard to be cool and getting all high up. Well, I tried imagining what it will be like before going in. What I heard, which contributed to how I had imagined it to be, was pretty cool inside my head which I thought to myself "giving it a chance and a try won't hurt". Apparently, the imaginated picture shattered to pieces as soon as I stepped my foot in. So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clubbing rule #1&lt;/span&gt;: DRINK, DRANK, DRUNK AND MORE MORE MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are a few decent people there, but, heck! Most of them were, ouh I do not know, trying too hard to impress maybe? I stood in a place, for almost half an hour, just to look around and explore. What is with the drinking-away-sorrow or come-to-me-but-damn-I-suck dances  (where this fella was doing the cowboy roping on a girl and tried pulling her with that imaginary rope) or the I-am-giving-you-an-obviously-failing sexy killer stare or the I-have-no-$-to-buy-clothes-with-enough-clothing-materials-on or the 'lets drink drank and get drunk and get laid later' thingy, if you get what I mean. They were interesting to see. They were just unknowingly embarrassing themselves. Little kids trying to be cool and acting all-grown-up by smoking, drinking and hitting on people? Hence, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clubbing rule #2&lt;/span&gt;: LOOK DUMB! WOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are nothing wrong with the dancings and all. But what is with making out on the dance floor or touching almost every part of the body of the opposite gender or hitting on others on the dance floor? So that was what dancing in a club is like? All of those unnecessary actions? Ouh well. Maybe having the virgin-clubbing habit is making these hard to be accepted for me. But what I saw was like, ok, this couple (obviously) they were making out. After that they walked past me with the guy dragging the girl and the girl looked all high and 'worked-up'. 'WORKED-UP'! French kissing can do such a thing?! The same-gendered french kissing? It is not like I am going against it IF they are genuinely homos. But, heck! In their faces, it was obvious that they had only one purpose of doing it: GETTING ATTENTION! Gah! If you want attention so much, go and stand in the middle of the dance floor and start taking off your clothes, EASIER! Gosh! So this is what clubbing is about, huh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clubbing rule #3&lt;/span&gt;: GRAB ATTENTION! QUICK! AND DESPERATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drinking? Ok, fine! Getting drunk and all will probably be the first in the clubbers-to-do-list. But drinking and wanting to add actions into it? Like drinking and letting the liquor drool and leak from the side of the mouth? Then wiping them off as though a heavy hard fight just ended? Why do you even want to drink it in the first place if you want to waste it like that? And NO it was not cool at all. From what I heard, you will not get drunk after just a few sips or one glass of liquor (but then again, I ain't liquor master. How would I know, right~). What is with the loud shouting and pretending to be drunk when you were obviously looking sane! Why do you even want to make yourself looking like an idiot anyway. But then again, the world is a more COLOURFUL place to be with UNIQUE and DIFFERENT people everywhere. Who am I to judge, right? Gosh, Christie, you are being a nonsensical prat. Right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clubbing rule #4&lt;/span&gt;: LOOK DUMB! AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have absolutely no right to criticise about the boomingly loud and deafening music which leaves you partially deaf and partly brain dead. What is clubbing without heart stomping music, right. But the deejays were cool of course. Knowing how to swing and change and control and work with music and making them smoothly flowing. Ouh and one part, if you want to check someone out, try working on the stare. Go practice using a mirror and check yourself out. Do not be the kind like standing in one spot and stare blankly with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'doh~~~~~ uh~ doh?? uh? doh! doh!'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;look. It will not work. I repeat: IT WILL NOT WORK! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lubbing rule #5:&lt;/span&gt; CHECK THEM OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. Was it written in the manual or the 'rules and regulations' or what-so-ever you call it. OUH! TRADITION! That smoking is a must INSIDE a closed-space club? And after that, blowing smoke into someone's face? Again, you did not look cool. You just look dumb for smoking inside. Get some real and true friends who can be straight-forward to you and tell you how stupid you look like then.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clubbing rule #6:&lt;/span&gt; INTO THEIR FACES THE SMOKE WILL GO! INTO YOUR FACE THEIR KNUCKLES WILL GO! RAH RAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, there were others who just want to have fun and dance the night away in the club. Or just a little drink and chat the night away and looking at 'unbelievable' sights. Who would have thought in just an hour there were so many things can be seen and witnessed. Even on the dance floor, there were many many things to be seen. Ouh well. Those are my say. Go on! Do what you please to speak your speech. Prove me wrong if you must. *^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ending sentences: To you true clubbers, I apologize for all of these. But heck! I disclaimed it! WOOT! BRING IT ON!&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/3674509326191339950-6286253261007049225?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6286253261007049225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6286253261007049225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/09/clubbing.html' title='Clubbing..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-8631724373446310073</id><published>2008-08-22T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:03:57.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is..</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, not surprisingly, am sitting in starbucks again. After few macroecons run through, it is definitely time to stop looking at the crazy text book for too long. Hmmm~ what should I post about this time. After few 'sight-seeings' here, I felt like posting about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous 'Love is blind'. It is pretty true if you think about it. Look around. You will understand why. It is like, when you are so very deeply in love, the flaws, no matter how big or how small they may be, will be seen as 'nothing' to you. People might say you deserve a better partner, but, of course, to you, everyone is wrong about it. It must have been something that person did which touched you so very deeply and all of their wrong-doings will be hidden from your view or you plainly choose not to see it due to the fact you are scared to lose that person. Your sight will be opened when, one fine day, another treasure comes along and top the position of the current one in your life. The problem with that will be you-will-have-to-wait-for-that-one-fine-day. Good things come to those who wait. Trust that sentence. Serious! It works. Once, a dear friend said "Love is stupid". It is not. It is something to cherish and experience no matter how bad or good it is. The problem is, it is blind. "Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit." - Peter Ustinov - A friend told me that it is more like we are willing to tolerate with it and it is not blind. (Think bout it darling. It is the same. Hehehehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes in many ways, forms, looks and sizes. Watch 'Love Actually' or 'Love is Cinta'. You will get to see the many ways how love is shared. Sometimes, or should I say most of the time, you can feel or experience the presence. You will have a different feeling of care. Sometimes it comes straight and you see it directly in front of you. It is whether you want to accept it or block it away from you. If you did not get the 'love' you want from that special person, you are still getting endless ones from the people who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not selfish. If it is, then it is not love at all. Selfish will be, like, example: A pretty and attractive girl, being popular among guys and loved by most. The Boy , in love with the girl deeply. the Girl knew about his feeling but the Girl has no intention to give the same feeling to the guy. But the Girl just like having that feeling of being like by the Boy. So she kept him hanging and knowingly kept him in pain and torture, even after the Boy opened his feelings to her. For those who are planning to toy around with the other poor unfortunate souls' feelings, put yourself in their position. How the heck would you have felt if it happened to you! For goodness sake, if you do not want to, CUT IT CLEARLY! If someone asked you "what about the future?" and you answered "well, I do not know what will happen in the future. It may work out it may still not." So what? That does not mean you can keep that person hanging till you really know what you want! It is either you give back what that person wants or help that person to move on and save their pride!! For goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."&lt;br /&gt;- Woody Allen - Hey, there will be rainbow only when it was after rain. A rose will not be a rose without thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you did not get your feelings back the way you want it to. You will start blaming that love will not go your way. Correct? Yes you did blame yourself for having such crazy luck. Well, it is not. It is a wonderful experience. Not everyone can go through such experience. Things like that will only make you stronger and build you up more. "Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile." - Elizabeth Browning -. "You do not choose love. Love chooses you.". So, if it is not meant to be, slowly let yourself out. It will not only hurt you, the people who care for you will equally feel sad with you. You do not want to appear to be that weak now, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat personally, I think love is quite dangerous. At one point, it can bring out the evil side of the person and at another point, it can change a person into someone that person is not. I do not think it is right to say that you did not go through that point. Everyone will. After looking around, some homo-sapiens can turn into monsters (may it be green or poisonous). They can even start victimising the people around them just to get attention, even their good friends who stood by them all the time. You got his attention, fine! And then? You will start doing things which you think it is right but it did not go through your mind rationally. Another type will be, you will not be yourself in front of that special person to you. You will try to change yourself just to fit to their perfect partner criteria. You will start to feel uncomfortable of yourself. You will start feeling lost. News flash: First you need to ask yourself. Do you have a circle of friends which is an obvious answer. If they love you perfectly the way you are, so will the special people. If they do not, then it is their lose. It meant it-is-not-meant-to-be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever." - unknown - Which of course, reminds me of my late grandparents. That is definitely one good example to illustrate that quote, right? *smiles*&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/3674509326191339950-8631724373446310073?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/8631724373446310073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/8631724373446310073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-all-well-not-surprisingly-am.html' title='Love is..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-6350473128150634730</id><published>2008-08-03T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:47:17.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your relationship status?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quite a familiar looking question, isn't it? Definitely openly and publicly found in facebook, friendster and most of the networking channels. It is an interesting question, actually. Well, at least, it is helping to let others who might be interested to know whether it is safe to hit on you. Of course, it consists of a variety of status for you to choose. The few popular ones are of course '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it's complicated&lt;/span&gt;'. I will bet that if they have a '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;not ready for a relationship&lt;/span&gt;' status, it will definitely be a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I personally do not quite get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what it's-complicated trying to imply&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, how complicated can it get if you are good enough to love yourself and make it simple? Of course you may argue that I do not understand what situations you are in. But, that gives you the excuse to use this status? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How complicated?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you broke off, then you are single. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you are in love and single, then it is still single. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you are in love and taken, then it is in-a-relationship. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;4:&lt;/span&gt; If you are in love but you are not available due to the fact you are madly in love with that someone and that someone is madly in love with you, then it is just plain crazy because the both of you can already be in-a-relationship. So once, my friend surveyed her friend who was in a complicated status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Friend A:&lt;/span&gt; So, how have you been lately? What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Friend B: &lt;/span&gt;Oh, nothing much. You know. The usual complicated stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; So that is why the it's-complicated status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; What about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; You know. The usual relationship problems. The guy said he likes me more than his girlfriend and his girlfriend does not know about this. We had sex together. We were happy together. He will break up with his girlfriend soon for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be only a little part of it. The complication? NONE! That is more like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I-AM-DESPERATE &lt;/span&gt;status. Another real life example of a complicated human being will be the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Confused boy:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what is exactly going on between us. We broke off. Yet, I know we still like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know if we are officially named in-a-relationship 'cuz, like, we have never held hands or go any further. But, even so, he IS my boyfriend. It is just complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, why broke off in the first place? Due to personal reasons? In my opinion, that is definitely a bad excuse. You love that someone. Yet you would not share your problem with that someone who cared. Then, what is the point of being in a relationship? And how can it be complicated when you do not even know if you are in a relationship? That is not complicated. That is just a complication YOU MADE UP!&lt;br /&gt;The famous&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone-is-using-the-status-I-better-create-one-for-myself status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Indecisive party:&lt;/span&gt; Gosh! I don't know what she is thinking or how is she feeling bout me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Party's friend:&lt;/span&gt; Then, buck up! Go find out! ASK her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Indecisive party:&lt;/span&gt; It is not as easy as you think. The situation is complicated. It needs time to think over. I can't just walk to her and ask her bluntly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why not? Or how else do you want information to get to you? What is the use of guessing what is going on and making an it's-complicated status to yourself? It will, of course, be acceptable and I will publicly apologize IF YOU ARE PSYCHIC! Or a mind-reader. How do you know what was stored in the head? Again, you are just creating the complication. It is more like an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh-my-gosh-help-me-I-am-going-to-make-myself-crazy-soon status&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I am not ready to commit"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am not ready to have or be in a relationship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; status? This is definitely a popular status. Of course it is undeniable that it may be due to the concentrating-in-studies-first factor or the fact that you might have a bad past relationship. But, personally, I think they are all EXCUSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on! How do you know when you are ready and when you are not? Again, unless you have super extraordinary emotion reader power, how can you be so sure? You may argue that "this is my life. My feeling. And you will never understand it 'cuz you ain't me!". Yes, of course I can not argue with that. It is true that you know your own feelings. BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN YOU ARE READY? To me, I do not think it is due to feelings. You want it, you will have to work for it. You will not stray off of your concentration (or else drop out rates will increase drastically every year). How is it possible to blame it on 'readiness' when you yourself made up your mind for that special goal and having to think bout that goal everyday, will not make you lose concentration? THOSE ARE ALL MADE UP! Pity 'readiness' for being blamed for every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN YOU ARE READY WHEN YOU DID NOT GIVE ANYTHING A TRY OR A CHANCE TO SEE IF YOU ARE REALLY READY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You argued that you can picture the future if you went for it. Well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWS FLASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: You picturing the future does not mean that it will come true because, then, you will only exist in 'Heroes', which I highly doubt so that you are in it! "I picture myself being in a relationship with him. I felt uncomfy and do not know what to do." Think over it. That is a nonsensical sentence! "I am not ready for a relationship. I am not ready to commit again 'cuz I am tired and is still phobia of my horrible past relationship". So, does that mean history will repeat itself and repeat again, and, oops, again and repeat again and again? So, now you are psychic and you can tell you will have another bad relationship? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT IS CALLED RUNNING AWAY!! GIVE IT A SHOT, people, OR YOU MIGHT LOSE A REALLY GOOD GO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Give it a shot, you will get a 50/50 chance. Not giving at all will be a 100% lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, in the end, the relationship status may be fake. From the status display, it can be a form of self-selling program. Having your relationship fakingly and constantly changing from single to IAR to complicated to married and *POOF* back to single, will definitely draw attention, BIG TIME! Well, you are not an Elizabeth Taylor or Paris or Brit enough to draw attention using the celebrity-favourite: The hooked-on hooked-off relationship publicity act. It will draw attention: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Partly sympathizing you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;partly thinking that you are one big time player&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;partly just being a plain topic to be gossiped or bitched about&lt;/span&gt;! So, give it a rest 'cuz you are trying too hard. Ain't a pretty sight of the image, isn't it 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/3674509326191339950-6350473128150634730?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6350473128150634730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6350473128150634730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-your-relationship-status.html' title='What is your relationship status?'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4438440184410279814</id><published>2008-07-28T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:57:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sounds familiar doesn't it. Basically, it is teaching you how to improve the guy-girl, man-woman relationship. It is published in year 1992. Little exotic and priceless gifts will make women going all ga-ga over. Little chivalry will make women swoon. A lot of attention and the quality and the type of gift will be how the women will judge the men. Spending time together is essential. How women response to their men. How husbands or boyfriends have the need, or should I say a must, to e-mail or text or call their women everyday or every night and shower them with attention 24/7 to keep their relationship last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those stated may work or did work in the 90's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since the blooming twentieth century world, actions and needs of martians and venusians, like fashion trends, are constantly improving and changing. In these recent world, lives are going more towards reality. In other words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Men and women are from EARTH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chivalry?&lt;/span&gt; What does it mean? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it exist in the world life-dictionary of earthlings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Go ask around. Most men would love their women to be more independent and handle things on their own instead of constantly being all overly-sissified and run weeping helplessly being the help-I-am-a-damsel-in-distress to their men. What is with the pulling chairs out for you, opening the doors before you or laying a clean white cloth on the puddle for you to walk on the puddle without getting your delicate feet wet (when obviously you can walk around it avoiding it). There are surveys in ladies' magazines stating that most men find these annoying. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't expect the martians to look after and watch out for venusians all the time.&lt;/span&gt; When will martians find time to look after themselves? Ladies, give your men a break. They can't always handle things for you. Time to show that women can do it as well. It will bring out the confidence in you which is definitely more attractive than the weepy-creepy attitude. Well, of course there are still men being all overly gentlemen. But better be careful 'cuz like they can either be a phoney prat or that is just plainly his attitude and definitely he will do it to everyone else not only to you. So, how special you feel now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attentions?&lt;/span&gt; Showeing the venusians with a heck lots of attentions? Pity the martians. How many times they have to crack their head to think up something new to surprise you. The most popular question among venusians are definitely&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "why do guys get hooked up with footballs (or anything of their interest) even though they are in a relationship and neglect the girls?"&lt;/span&gt;. Well venusians, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do us girls get hooked up with shopping&lt;/span&gt; (or anything of our interest) when clearly some martians may show that they are bored with it? It is the same theory actually. When you answered your own question, you basically answered theirs. In the good ol' days, during the generation of our parents or grands, gifts are essential to show how sincere you are ESPECIALLY the quantity, quality and the PRICE of the gift. In Malaysians' case, in this economically blooming era, well, let us just put it this way. Economic of Malaysia blooms, the inflations bloom as well accordingly (what is the point, right..) and currently, so are the fuel prices. So yes, martians still believe in the guys-must-have-and-own-a-car-to-drive-their-girls-around. In other words, martians have more to handle and their wallets burn faster than the ladies (ladies, shopping and excessive spendings do not count in this case). How do venusians expect them to shower them with lovely shiny small-yet-kachingly-costly gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intimacy and togetherness?&lt;/span&gt; Needless to say more. 24/7 relationships are definitely suffocating. But of course, there are people who enjoys it. During the 90's or 80's, these requirements are essential maybe because risk takings are not popular or their image will be crushed if they broke off with someone, they clearly could not stay happy with, and went off trying with another (trying as in dating). But heck, look at Donald Trump or Elizabeth Taylor. In the olden times, togetherness and intimacy 24/7 may be important to keep the relationships strong and tight and, heck, martians then do not look at other women (or maybe if they did, venusians will probably make their life a mess for a day then). Now? From 2000 and beyond, 24/7 relationships are like trapping a bird in a cage everyday, every second. Imagine seeing the same person everyday. Venusians and martians might just get bored with each other and soon fall apart. But of course they sometimes work out (though I personally never met one without a series of complaints about the 24/7-ness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Communicating?&lt;/span&gt; Question like "why don't you ever listen to me?" will pop out from the mouth of the venusians. Why is that? Do martians really never listen? Come off it, babes. They have ears. Of course they listen. Only that they chose not to comment on it. Martians tend to go towards simplicity while venusians to complications. Martians do listen. In fact, they are good listeners. Venusians tend to go on and on and bringing up things. We can't expect to have martians to solve every of our problems or else what are psychologists or counsellors or mothers are for. Obviously martians have their own problems, too. Only that some (or most) venusians tend to think that martians are simple-minded and are care-free. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously, they are not exactly from MARS!&lt;/span&gt; They are EARTHLINGS with feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martians spending more time with their 'brothers'? Think over the question again. Do you see anything wrong with it? Exactly! NO! Venusians is allowed to have venusians' day out or venusians' slumber parties or venusians' gossip day (does that exist? It is basically everyday and every hour, right?), so, why not martians? Ask your martian friends. Martians have things which they do not fully share with venusians, even when they are in a relationship together. They need martian-hood like how venusians need venus-hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least those are opinions of some of the venusians I know. In the twentieth century, remember! WE ARE ALL EARTHLINGS!! Martians and venusians are in their endangered and extinction phase. Try preserving it. In this fast moving world where everyone is going towards risk-taking, the chances of you preserving it is decreasing. No? *Smiles*&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/3674509326191339950-4438440184410279814?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4438440184410279814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4438440184410279814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/07/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from-venus.html' title='Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-3836772832381880057</id><published>2008-06-13T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:08:13.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my babes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I do not know if you guys have read my previous 'nagging' post. It is also for the, almost the same, situation. But in this post, please do not take it too hard. It is only my opinion. It is just something I want to tell my best mates. This is a disclaimer. Here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading and listening to you babes, I could not help but wonder what were you babes thinking and doing back then. Yes I agree I have no right to say this because I do not understand the situation you are in. But I could not help but wonder so badly about it because you guys are my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are these happening to you? Why did you handle it this way? You hurt that person you love or you had once loved because you want them to stop, to hate you and to forget about you? No, it will not work. It will only make things worse as it will hurt both parties. Why? Ask yourselves how are you really feeling? Do you feel happy now? Did you really forget about them? Did you really stop thinking about them? Missing them? Did you think they will forget about you? Will not be missing you? Again, I do not know what you guys are going through, but definitely there is a better way. Come on. Every problem has a heck lots of ways to handle it. The path will not lead you to one only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of religion, you let go. You gave up on it. You gave up on a once-a-happy moment. I will have to agree on the long distance relationships being hard to be together. But why getting religions into this and spoil it for you? A friend of mine once said "'RELIGION' is only a word. It is just a vocabulary. We believe in the same person." But we did it a different way. As in, we have a religion. We believe in our God. But we believe in the same one. Go read the teachings. The only difference is we believe in a different way. Why? Why letting this be an excuse to give up? To let go of something you want it to last long? To pick a path where chose to hurt that person just to make that person go away? So that is what religion has taught you? If you like him so much and could not forget about him, why torture yourself. Didn't religion taught us to be happy? I am, again, truly sorry for being harsh and if you think I am being a nosey friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are addicted to the impossibles" a friend said. But how come it is impossible? If it is, you will not even give it a try or chose that person to be with in the first place. Why? You were not happy with them? When you were with them, did not you feel the happiness plus a few hints of bitterness? Was not that something to be memorable about? Why? Are you regretting something you once gave a try and started? No! What is wrong with feeling loved. So? Is it still impossible? Nothing is impossible. You know it is something different then. You know it was not an impossible thing then. You know you can not stop or control that thing you are feeling. So now you are regretting you had once started something happy? Why regret? Be proud about it. You are an example for all of us. You guys started something new to show us it IS POSSIBLE! Again, sorry for saying that because I do not understand the situation you are in and is speaking freely out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still bother you. They still miss you. They promise you will have a happy future and life with them. If they can say that, trust them. They mean it. (If they did not mean it, just whack the crap out of them.) Why are you stopping them from doing what they think is right? They have every rights to do that. You knew them better. You knew their character. Didn't you feel that they mean it? Or faking it? You will feel it. Trust me. You can feel it. If you like them (or love them), why? Why letting the parents getting in the way? They are parents. Though they might not agree. But this is your life! They want you to be happy, too. They won't take away something your happiness. They won't force you to do something or choose stuff you do not like. The thing is, speak your mind and feeling. They will understand. They might nag and nag and nag you loads. But still. They will understand. Well, yes. I tried. They nagged. The next day, they soften. They agreed. So I won the debate. HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the other party to stop, why don't you do it nicely for the both of you to let go? It will hurt you, too. We are friends. We will be worried about you guys, too. Do not think of stuff like "I should not have started this in the first place." or "what the heck was I thinking then" or "yes, I am happy without him" or "this was impossible in the first place and I HAD to go forward and start things". Why regret? They were beautiful stories in your life. Not everyone can do what you guys had done. You have started something wonderful and beautiful for us to witness and ponder over. You have shown us something which people say will not work out. You have proven them so wrong which shut them up. I used to not believe in these. But you changed my thoughts. You guys showed me that it is possible. Heck! What is the wrong with the colours. They are just colours. It is just skin. Look at Michael Jackson (kekekekeke!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that will be all I want to let out. Do not regret what you've done. Do not regret something or someone which once made you laugh when you do not even feel like laughing. You can still fix it. You can still mend the hearts. If you chose to let go, you can still turn back and end it nicely where the both parties will go off without getting hurt. Do not say your life is happy without that other party now. You know that is a lie. That will be heck too fast. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had disclaimed this post. You can scold me if you want to for not understanding. You have every rights to do whatever you want because I did not ask properly and did not feel the situation you are in and just speaking what I think and what my mind wants to tell you babes. You guys are dear to us. We definitely do not want you to be like that. You guys were the bubbliest and happiest. Seeing that go or faking it will just make things different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys loads!! And sorry if it is harsh.&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/3674509326191339950-3836772832381880057?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/3836772832381880057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/3836772832381880057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-babes.html' title='To my babes..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-2418845693710064640</id><published>2008-04-25T01:00:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:19:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY GoRGeouS PeoPLe</title><content type='html'>Was planning to write about my beautiful people for a long time already. Finally, I get to do this. This will be a blog to introduce my favourites who care, love and influence me greatly. They play a big role in my life (ok this sounds very emo.. LOL..). No la~ wanna saje saje dedicate oni.. LOL.. Saje wanna let the other state where I'm in to know u guys ni~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, will definitely be my family and relatives (Pictures are not complete though. Relatives are everywhere. Hard to collect pictures. But these few played most roles in my life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt;!! (yes.. picture was used previously.. need to repeat.. its not easy forcing him to smile like tat when picture taking time..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOFH-M4NI/AAAAAAAAAn8/AyzStkudmJw/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOFH-M4NI/AAAAAAAAAn8/AyzStkudmJw/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192876957792788690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;!! Doing line-dance. Basketball court in our 'taman'. Surprisingly a lot of neighbours even nearby 'tamans' came to join in the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOGX-M4OI/AAAAAAAAAoE/rLQfyfrCfWI/s1600-h/Image287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOGX-M4OI/AAAAAAAAAoE/rLQfyfrCfWI/s320/Image287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192876979267625186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! (dad's side). I dragged her to take a picture with me. "Gran: eih! dowan la.. i dress like tat.. din look nice and all." Yes. She said that. LOL. Gran~ no need la. cute enuf d..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOG3-M4PI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TKuUIATMRVU/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOG3-M4PI/AAAAAAAAAoM/TKuUIATMRVU/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192876987857559794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closest aunt. Mom's 3rd sis. Doing the line-dance too. My&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; favouritest aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOHn-M4QI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UXVJeRExSnA/s1600-h/Image289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOHn-M4QI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UXVJeRExSnA/s320/Image289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192877000742461698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUNT. Mom's 2nd sis. My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Godmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Grandma of 2 babies already o~ LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDNyX-M4II/AAAAAAAAAnU/exLjAQ8WfJI/s1600-h/Image292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDNyX-M4II/AAAAAAAAAnU/exLjAQ8WfJI/s320/Image292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192876635670241410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? The one in orangey pink is my most most most favourite of favouritest aunt. Hehe *^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDNy3-M4JI/AAAAAAAAAnc/p4glp0Gqi5I/s1600-h/Image304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDNy3-M4JI/AAAAAAAAAnc/p4glp0Gqi5I/s320/Image304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192876644260176018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Uncle&lt;/span&gt;. my #1 aunt's hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDNzX-M4KI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xeTecH-JRDs/s1600-h/Image302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDNzX-M4KI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xeTecH-JRDs/s320/Image302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192876652850110626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Mom is talking to THE MOST TALKATIVE lady in the neighbourhood. Best ability: gossiping and bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDNz3-M4LI/AAAAAAAAAns/9SPJuqgS-ww/s1600-h/Image291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDNz3-M4LI/AAAAAAAAAns/9SPJuqgS-ww/s320/Image291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192876661440045234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A far picture of mom's side relatives. My uncles and cousins. They are debating bout some cooking stuff on tele. And a big half of the relatives are all chit chatting in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDN0H-M4MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/av_LnWt8eQg/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDN0H-M4MI/AAAAAAAAAn0/av_LnWt8eQg/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192876665735012546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the UNIS!! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! In the picture~ Nop. Better ask her bout it. Kekeke. I attacked her when she stood behind me during orientation. Hehehe. And Vee and I forced her to go O'Bash. Mel is a good psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDMIn-M4AI/AAAAAAAAAmU/aXbAh0jGBhg/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDMIn-M4AI/AAAAAAAAAmU/aXbAh0jGBhg/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874818899075074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZETCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Er~ Hmm.. You two are hard to describe la. Very hard to pick the best description when its among all other damn good descriptions. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDMJn-M4BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/z9oR66ZjDbY/s1600-h/n528852030_516195_7024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDMJn-M4BI/AAAAAAAAAmc/z9oR66ZjDbY/s320/n528852030_516195_7024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874836078944274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken and I meddling with Zetch's hair. Actually Ken was the one decorating it. I'm the helper. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDMJ3-M4CI/AAAAAAAAAmk/cdnrYb8058c/s1600-h/n528852030_349157_8919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDMJ3-M4CI/AAAAAAAAAmk/cdnrYb8058c/s320/n528852030_349157_8919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874840373911586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STVN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt; the cool, calm and collective. Knew her when we were in 1st yr sem 1 doing BnE assignment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stvn&lt;/span&gt;~ joking and monkeying around. Hehe. This dood~ knew him when i was trying to learn hokkien from Eliza and Vee when he was in foyer discussing presentation with Vee while waiting for the other members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLnH-M37I/AAAAAAAAAls/utoVRfiMAlc/s1600-h/Abi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLnH-M37I/AAAAAAAAAls/utoVRfiMAlc/s320/Abi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874243373457330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KENNETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! The chat-bug. Hehehe. Story teller. LAN buddy. It was till towards the end of LAN when we got to know each other and then he helped me out in my management. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLq3-M38I/AAAAAAAAAl0/6QqPWBT_tYE/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLq3-M38I/AAAAAAAAAl0/6QqPWBT_tYE/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874307797966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAPHNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a Fi!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANDREW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Fi the crazy one. Fi.. She started to join in with us when someone asked her for lunch and she said she ate and that someone said "nevermind la. lets go sit down n chat oni." And Fi slumberly said "ok lets go." Dru the gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLs3-M39I/AAAAAAAAAl8/dl71Ec5CcZw/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLs3-M39I/AAAAAAAAAl8/dl71Ec5CcZw/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874342157705170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little comic bout Christie's girlfriends!! Who would have thought the pictures can fit each segments. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLuX-M3-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/iLjGX6c_YC4/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLuX-M3-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/iLjGX6c_YC4/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874367927508962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ABI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MEL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;DAPH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LIZA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;JAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liza&lt;/span&gt; the companion, the one who listens to my complains (she got her hair short now and she looks hot. (So guys~ hehe). 1st time meeting her and thought she was a very angry person. Well. Don't judge before knowing. Hehehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vee&lt;/span&gt; the kind smart quiet n cutest attitude. The FIRST friend I attacked during 1ST day of orientation. Hehehehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAZ&lt;/span&gt;!! The smart one. The vulnerable one. The VICTIM. The wolf in sheep's clothing. Right JAZ? Hehehe. Ok la. No la. Jaz is freaking great to talk to i tell u. Her 1st sentence during orientation to us was "Can I join you guys for lunch? *shy*" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLu3-M3_I/AAAAAAAAAmM/umxd9C8e-lA/s1600-h/Resize+of+IMG_6656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDLu3-M3_I/AAAAAAAAAmM/umxd9C8e-lA/s320/Resize+of+IMG_6656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874376517443570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for my KK MATES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY closest girlfriends. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;JUL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ELSA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;VIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jul&lt;/span&gt; is my bestest best bestest best best best girl ever. The one I complain, talk to, share everything with. Describing her will take a huge space here. LOL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elsa&lt;/span&gt;.. My primary school good friend which then we got separated due to friendship-politics and we are together again. Then she started going crazy. We always love her company. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vi&lt;/span&gt;!! THE WORLD's GREATEST LISTENER. A great observer. My shopping marathon buddy. Love her to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDCyX-M30I/AAAAAAAAAk0/uDU7R9g4BEQ/s1600-h/DSC02327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDCyX-M30I/AAAAAAAAAk0/uDU7R9g4BEQ/s320/DSC02327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192864541042335554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;.. The smart arse in class. Hehehe. (You are k.. LOL). But still the sweet one. Since primary school, tho we were in the same tuition-of-hell, same classes throughout form 1 till 5, we hardly talk. Till Form 6, all of us got closer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; is very nice to talk to. The handsome one (HAHAHA. ADMIT IT!! HAHAHA) and the most gentle one. *^^* Knew him randomly when we started to chat one night non-stop. LOL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEX &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HENG &lt;/span&gt;are bros. LOL. Not the blood related kind. The U-Mah'-Man kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHKH-M34I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Vsd1s9Ui0UA/s1600-h/DSC03979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHKH-M34I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Vsd1s9Ui0UA/s320/DSC03979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192869347110739842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Alex. Our photographer during the potluck on beach. That little girl? She's just random. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHdX-M36I/AAAAAAAAAlk/kjg6Ej-N9Ug/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHdX-M36I/AAAAAAAAAlk/kjg6Ej-N9Ug/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192869677823221666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUL &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHJX-M32I/AAAAAAAAAlE/bT-aBCLao9w/s320/DSC03939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192869334225837922" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEITH WKP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! hehe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wkp&lt;/span&gt; is my sifu. The 'sifu' title came from i-forgot-for-what. But he tells me super alot of stories. The one to laugh and joke around with. Good buddies we are. LOL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt; is my kor kor. Hehehe. The title came when I was helping him with something and I explained that I'm only his friend, like a sister. LOL. Hence, from then, we are a big family during STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHKH-M33I/AAAAAAAAAlM/ta8iG_tr1Dg/s1600-h/DSC03940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHKH-M33I/AAAAAAAAAlM/ta8iG_tr1Dg/s320/DSC03940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192869347110739826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt; is my bestest male mate!! We are childhood friend. From kindy together til primary (same class) and secondary (same class) and STPM (same class). Cool aint it. Hehehe. We can talk on and on and on. Even when we do not talk, we get what we are thinking (well.. most of the time.. hehehe). Though having rumored since primary school, but so what~ We are stil best buddies. And I bite off half of his ice cream then had to buy one back for him when in primary school. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDCw3-M3yI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0SntnGNhWdg/s1600-h/25206320049054l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDCw3-M3yI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0SntnGNhWdg/s320/25206320049054l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192864515272531746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture during potluck on beach!! Alex the photographer. This picture finally came out ok after few tiring takes. LOL. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wkp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Shirley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tiong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Vi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Jule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHL3-M35I/AAAAAAAAAlc/PrxJRQEXGYg/s1600-h/DSCN1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDHL3-M35I/AAAAAAAAAlc/PrxJRQEXGYg/s320/DSCN1445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192869377175510930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group picture during a little gathering in coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDCxX-M3zI/AAAAAAAAAks/jKH-8ukA5b4/s1600-h/DSC00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDCxX-M3zI/AAAAAAAAAks/jKH-8ukA5b4/s320/DSC00012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192864523862466354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..xxXXxx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These section will be pictures of me taking pictures individually with my beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;JuLE&lt;/span&gt;!! Had to choose only one pic. Took so many with Jule dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC-xH-M3lI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bNOlLpXn1ss/s1600-h/DSC03480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC-xH-M3lI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bNOlLpXn1ss/s320/DSC03480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860121520987730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;VIVIENNE&lt;/span&gt;!! VIVI!! VI!! We like doing stupid poses then laugh our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDAKH-M3tI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xhkexFu_TZ0/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDAKH-M3tI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xhkexFu_TZ0/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861650529345234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WKP&lt;/span&gt; SIFU!! He had no place to sit. Hence, sat on the handle and me as the stand for him to lean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC_e3-M3oI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eAUGE3KWeys/s1600-h/DSC04000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC_e3-M3oI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eAUGE3KWeys/s320/DSC04000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860907500002946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;HENG&lt;/span&gt;!!! PIZZZZAAAAA~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC-xX-M3mI/AAAAAAAAAjE/c0_WG0uE8G8/s1600-h/DSC03995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC-xX-M3mI/AAAAAAAAAjE/c0_WG0uE8G8/s320/DSC03995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860125815955042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;ELSA&lt;/span&gt;!!! Its her bash that day. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC-wn-M3kI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mu_eUDfR-mY/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC-wn-M3kI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mu_eUDfR-mY/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860112931053122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEX KOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! We are the besties~ They forced him to do that. Poor you~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC_fH-M3pI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7ubXzXl-psU/s1600-h/DSCN0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC_fH-M3pI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7ubXzXl-psU/s320/DSCN0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860911794970258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! VEE!! hehehe.. We bought that tee and made a pact to wear it the next day and take pictures. You look great in long hair vee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDAKX-M3uI/AAAAAAAAAkE/kCZUVvXpGUs/s1600-h/Re-exposure+of+Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDAKX-M3uI/AAAAAAAAAkE/kCZUVvXpGUs/s320/Re-exposure+of+Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861654824312546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;MEL&lt;/span&gt; ANN P!! During Monash Talent Time. Having light snacks in cafe before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC-vH-M3iI/AAAAAAAAAik/FOv7qEu8m54/s1600-h/1_305970477l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC-vH-M3iI/AAAAAAAAAik/FOv7qEu8m54/s320/1_305970477l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860087161249314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Curve X'Mas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDAK3-M3vI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Rrea_luWwkw/s1600-h/Re-exposure+of+n508719758_220662_1879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDAK3-M3vI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Rrea_luWwkw/s320/Re-exposure+of+n508719758_220662_1879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861663414247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELIZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! was forcing her to act cute. then jazz made us laugh and she candid her. Liza. lets revenge on her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC_gH-M3qI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZgM8EjWNOAw/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC_gH-M3qI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ZgM8EjWNOAw/s320/haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860928974839458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAZZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Was tired after assignments!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC_gn-M3rI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_C1tW_fKSXc/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBC_gn-M3rI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_C1tW_fKSXc/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860937564774066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Jazz took this pic. She was fooling around with the camera and snap snap snap away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDAJ3-M3sI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Q2wUZQPt6rg/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDAJ3-M3sI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Q2wUZQPt6rg/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192861646234377922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. Wait til i get more pics. Will do my best to click away. Hehehe. Ok that was lame. Anyway. These are my Lovely people!! LOVE ALL OF THEM!!!! Hugs and Kisses!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-2418845693710064640?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/2418845693710064640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/2418845693710064640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-gorgeous-people.html' title='MY GoRGeouS PeoPLe'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/SBDOFH-M4NI/AAAAAAAAAn8/AyzStkudmJw/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4572779417033161014</id><published>2008-04-23T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:57:48.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiL You Do Me RiGHT~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. I never planned to blog bout lyrics but this is one of the old school music I super duper love. This song was like in year 1994-1995. By After 7. Lost it for more than 10 years. Found it back now. Well, you can imagine my excitement. Ask Eliza. I find this song a something-different song. Most of the emo love songs will be bout blaming either yourself or the other party (at least tats imo) but this one is basically screwing up the other party (in this case, the female party). Its story is like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     I was in love with you, and gave my heart to  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did my best to keep you satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You took the love from me, and used it selfishly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You did not give back your love to me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave the sun to you, you said it was too bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave you diamond rings, you said they didn't shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gave my world to you, you said it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What in the world could I have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To make you be so rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'Til you do me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I don't even want to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I don't even want to hear you speak my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 'Til you do me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Only wrong is gonna come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Nothing good is gonna come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 'Til you change your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Until you change your evil ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Girl I was there for you, someone you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;How could you just keep breaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What did I do to you, to make you be so cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don't understand why you been so wronged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I tried to be your strength, you said I was too strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I tried to compromise, so we could get along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I gave my love to you, despite your evil ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I guess it's clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;There's only one thing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Til you do me right&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to hear you speak my name&lt;br /&gt;'Til you do me right&lt;br /&gt;Only wrong is gonna come to you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good is gonna come to you&lt;br /&gt;'Til you change your ways&lt;br /&gt;Until you change your evil ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a time when you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you feel inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's telling you that something is strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't have to deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All you gotta do is just try it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll find a love grows stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When your willing to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'Til you do me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I don't even want to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I don't even want to hear you speak my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 'Til you do me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Only wrong is gonna come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Nothing good is gonna come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 'Til you change your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Until you change your evil ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cool right~~ Super like the chorus. Here is the YouTube site for this song: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLZt_PnocAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~ hehehe.. Just saje saje sharing la~ 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/3674509326191339950-4572779417033161014?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4572779417033161014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4572779417033161014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/04/til-you-do-me-right.html' title='TiL You Do Me RiGHT~'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-6166597866590906675</id><published>2008-04-14T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:03:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm~ stuff~</title><content type='html'>well.. time to post something in here~ its like one month ago since the last post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. many random happenings.. but wanna tribute to my new white-4-wheely baby which i got on april 2nd.. now its 'neat' n VERY clean~ =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.. basically over this 1 month.. eats assignment (one) and lotsa movies and cakes n ice creams n driving lessons from like 6 tutors (name: eliza, daphne, ken, vee, mel and zetch..) .. "the tutorings were great n helped alot! "..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like.. basically tat summarizes the whole 1 month.. ok.. i promise for a more frequent blog now.. heheheh.. this post is d most random one.. just to update stuf.. cuz blog is ALMOST abandoned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow~ cheers!!! hugs n kisses.. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-6166597866590906675?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6166597866590906675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/6166597866590906675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmm-stuff.html' title='hmm~ stuff~'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-8953706189198875696</id><published>2008-03-16T00:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:19:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v5F-jEbiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/pSDH5XV0Hk8/s1600-h/vday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v5F-jEbiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/pSDH5XV0Hk8/s320/vday4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178006077677268514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear you(s),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;, I will deeply apologize if this post came unexpectedly for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you(s)&lt;/span&gt;. This will be my little tribute for you(s). I am way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;too happy&lt;/span&gt; for you(s) which is why I thought 'bout&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; tributing&lt;/span&gt; this post to only you(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v5GejEbjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Sl4yv45YRho/s1600-h/foreverh002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v5GejEbjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Sl4yv45YRho/s320/foreverh002.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178006086267203122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt;, just wanna tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; (no 's' this time) that I'm really really really very&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; excited for you&lt;/span&gt;. You remember? You were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;very worried then&lt;/span&gt;. You were very scared to try and give a chance. But now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you did it&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;followed your heart&lt;/span&gt; and gave a chance. For a long time, worry covered your face and you were down several times. But you gone through it and this is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;happy face &lt;/span&gt;we've all been waiting for. *^v^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v5GejEbkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sZ2ORZsVQLg/s1600-h/loveh047.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v5GejEbkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sZ2ORZsVQLg/s320/loveh047.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178006086267203138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;, to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;other 'you'&lt;/span&gt;. =) Although we just got to know each other, definitely you are one heck of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;genuinely good person&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, I used to find it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; because you are just too very nice and good of a person. But, obviously now, you've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;proven me very wrong&lt;/span&gt;. And here, I will sincerely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;apologize &lt;/span&gt;to you. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dam formal rite~~~ LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;) Ouh and another thing. We know you will shower and provide TLC for the other 'you'. But if otherwise.. *evil laughters*.. no la.. we trust u wont..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v1XejEbfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yD0TzD1uzTs/s1600-h/278519579_e9fd899e1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v1XejEbfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yD0TzD1uzTs/s320/278519579_e9fd899e1d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178001980278468082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, again, I am really really really happy and excited for you(s). Creating new history, fighting obstacles together, leaping over the border and proving a heck lots of people very wrong. I will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one of your(s) supporters&lt;/span&gt; (note: one of THEM). Will be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; to help you(s) out if anything. LOVE you(s) very very very very very much!!! And yes, I'll admit that this post is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt;. But I really really wanna tribute one to you(s). Not everyone can go through what you(s) are going through. Again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! *^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v1XOjEbeI/AAAAAAAAAhM/f3mkpm7zmcM/s1600-h/4160973848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v1XOjEbeI/AAAAAAAAAhM/f3mkpm7zmcM/s320/4160973848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178001975983500770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to Yahoo! for the picture. (hahahahha)&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/3674509326191339950-8953706189198875696?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/8953706189198875696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/8953706189198875696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-you.html' title='For You..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R9v5F-jEbiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/pSDH5XV0Hk8/s72-c/vday4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4372385731916599829</id><published>2008-03-02T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:45:42.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.m.o.~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After being lazy for a freakishly long time, it will be time to blah something in this neglected blog. Partly was lazy. Partly just plan doesn't know what to write. Well, there are actually a lot and heaps of things I wanted to write about. But do not know where to begin and how to begin writing. There are few attempts to write but taken back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be a post of my own opinion to answer the questions I read in other unlisted blogs of a friend. Well, a couple of friends of mine. This will be pretty lame because I do not know how to put it in letters and type them out. But anyhow, I will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever wonder why do you cry so badly and if it's worth all the tears? Have you ever wonder why do you still cry so badly when you insisted that things will not work out which will not worth any of the drops unless you know you are lying to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever wonder why is it that you couldn't tell when you are giving excuses to not tell? Have you ever wonder that if you know you love that someone, why is it that you couldn't tell when nothing else can stop you if you really do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever tell yourself why do you want to stop that feeling when you know you couldn't? Have you ever tell yourself truthfully that you want to keep that feeling and that you know you do not want it to stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever tell yourself that there is no need to feel so helpless when you know you have choices to choose and the choice was the one you blinded? Have you ever tell yourself that you need not run away when you can follow your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever wonder why you couldn't have that someone you want when you are stopping yourself to have that someone and not giving each other a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever asked yourself why is it that you can't tell that someone things you wanted to tell badly when you are not trying to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever wonder why you can't cross the border and move forward when you wanted to so badly when the border was built by you? Have you ever tell yourself that if you want to and even if there is a border you can still conquer the continent for you have an army of support to keep you standing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a strong person and yet, you cried whenever you think of that someone. You wished you could voice out and tell that person how important that person is to you. It's is undeniable that both of you have a pretty big border to cross. And yet, both of you are pulling yourself back and insisted that nothing can be done. Nothing is impossible. You can do it. You said that all both of you can do is just to stay behind the border and see what will happen in the future. Staying behind the border and doing nothing of it and only watching and letting time goes by will not change anything in the future. You will have supports behind you all the way. We do not want to see you this way. We want you to see changes in the future. We want you to change the future. You said nobody and nothing can pull you up except yourself. Yes, it is true. But there is something you can do. Take chances and follow your heart. We are the 'nobody' which will help you and support you along and pull you up. We love you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-4372385731916599829?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4372385731916599829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4372385731916599829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/03/untitled.html' title='i.m.o.~'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-704560977814235140</id><published>2008-01-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:19:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 ways to celebrate being young, free and fabulous!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;due to a number of complaints for being way toooooo lazy to blog.. here i m again.. to post bout stg readably longer.. i 4got to post bout d happenings last few weeks.. so nvm k? pwomees wil do it again nx time.. hehehe.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pinky &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pwomees!!! ok.. i found another interesting article again from Cleo but this was like from august 2007.. but it is stil an interesting read.. n u can try them out too.. guys n girls alike.. hehehehehe.. hey~ culture is dynamic k.. can change.. hehehehehe.. n no matter wat ur age is.. u can stil try these out.. young at heart is better than being young in age rite.. hehehehe.. here u go guys.. ways u can feel reli gud n peaceful in mind n young n happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#1 SHOP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R448EDrYcdI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PtxxyBbKSvM/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156124663790203346" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R448EDrYcdI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PtxxyBbKSvM/s320/01.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-this is like a 'duh' for most of us d rite.. hehehehe.. shop til u drop.. "its a great way to remind urself why being an independent adult is so terrific".. save up n den cough them out jz to pamper urself for a day.. buy til u drop.. buy til wallet has a hole in it.. but so wat rite? at least its fun.. or els u can wait for sales.. hehehehe... CNY SALES!!! *^v^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;#2 GET A CREDIT CARD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4852jrYchI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wZopNHokiCc/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156403707815424530" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="110" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4852jrYchI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wZopNHokiCc/s320/02.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "once u start working, u're gud customer potential as far as the credit card banks r concerned".. but who sed studying can hav one too rite? at least we get to experience living the life of non-cash transactions and plastic-dect anxiety.. correct? hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 BUY A NEW HANDBAG..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R448ETrYcfI/AAAAAAAAAg0/REbrupn3Oro/s1600-h/03.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156124668085170674" style="CURSOR: hand" height="93" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R448ETrYcfI/AAAAAAAAAg0/REbrupn3Oro/s320/03.bmp" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- ok.. bags for guys.. hehehe.. eh but den guys can use d guys-handbags rite.. hehehe.. it wil upgrade another level of stylin' in u which wil definitely boost u up.. correct? hehehehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;#4 LEARN TO DRIVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R448EjrYcgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/UQBOG507cho/s1600-h/04.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156124672380137986" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="66" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R448EjrYcgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/UQBOG507cho/s320/04.bmp" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-this is for those who doesnt hav a license yet la.. or dunno how to drive.. if u do.. den go about n meet more ppl n generally have a whole lot more fun.. try adventurous trips.. getting lost wif friends (pls having fully charged mobile phones n enough cash at hand too la~~ hehehe)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#5 GO SUNBATHING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "when u r on holiday tat u r paying 4 urself~ u can do watever u want.. including sunbathing".. dont burn too much tho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#6 TALK TO STRANGERS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "first, u nvr know whom u mite meet; and 2nd, its a dinstinctly adult thing to do".. its fun too.. getting to know new ppl.. diff personality~ interesting chats~ eih but oso need to do it in d rite situations la.. dont go stopping ppl on d street n start ranting bout urself rite.. ppl mite think u r weird n stuf.. lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;#7 SPEND YOUR MONEY, WIN YOUR PRIZES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- d 'sharing' thingy n those days of sharing money to win prizes r gone.. from here own, everything u win us urs n urs alone! hehehee.. like spending ur money on a product wif lucky draws n contests n stuf.. join n try ur luck.. *^^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#8 GET A MANICURE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R445QjrYcYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1X920h4kDuk/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156121580003684738" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="62" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R445QjrYcYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1X920h4kDuk/s320/05.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- pamper urself.. its not everyday u can pamper ur nails rite.. do mani-pedi.. ur nails r happy.. u r happy.. wat is not to when other ppl wil b doing n beautifying ur nails n u wil b relaxing like royalty.. hehehhee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;#9 WRITE URSELF A LETTER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R445QjrYcZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dd7nDG5kzn8/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156121580003684754" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="85" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R445QjrYcZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dd7nDG5kzn8/s320/06.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- write urself a letter.. or send emails to urself.. n open them when u hit d big three oh or four oh.. write wat wud u like to tell older self.. ur life exp n all.. wat u hav gone thru.. write of ur dreams.. wat u hoped to achieve then.. write bout ur feelings now.. pour ur heart into is.. when u received it on ur bdays few yrs later.. u wil b surprised how much things had changed n how much u hav grown..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;#10 GET SPIRITUAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "up til now.. u've had 2 accept d theology of ur parents as ur own.. well, now u r free 2 c wat other sporitual ideologies r out thr, y not c wat they hav to offer? in all likelihood, u'll probly revert back 2 ur parents' teachings anyway but d experience wil make u a whole lot more emphatic n respectful of other cultures" (Cleo, 2007)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;#11 SLEEP IN UNTIL NOON..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- the greatest privilege of achieving complete autonomy in life.. d rite to snooze til noon or whenever u like.. just dont make it a habit tho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#12 BURY ALL UR HATCHETS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- well.. undenialbly we all hav grudges.. no doubt.. some against family members, some against peers.. well~ its a gud time to take responsibility for those grudges n realise it benefits neither u nor them.. mayb u'll not stay friends or as close as b4.. doesnt mean u hav 2 remain foes.. here.. i read this sumwhr b4 - "LOVE ur enemies... it pisses them off..".. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;#13 PLANT A TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- planting one n it wil serve to remind u of how mich u hav grown thru thr yrs.. watching ur own hard work to grow into stg big.. aww~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;#14 INDULGING IN CHOCOLATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- actualy d 14th one in d book is 'plant it forward'.. it basically carries d same meaning as #13.. so i changed it.. basically d title sez all.. wat r we waiting for.. start pamper urself for a day.. dont overeat them tho.. no point pampering urself when its harmful rite~ lol.. do it morderately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#15 EAT A CAKE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R445QzrYcaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/BD-IL-D9QgE/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156121584298652066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R445QzrYcaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/BD-IL-D9QgE/s320/07.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- in d picture.. yes.. those r cakes.. covered in royal icing la.. lol.. dam cool yea? ok.. back to this.. cutting a cake fills ur tummy n ur soul.. cut it together wif friends.. take lots pictures.. hav fun n experiencing it together.. celebrate a great day together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;#16 GO SKINNY DIPPING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- do ur nx vacation far from ur hometown.. "think about relieving ur irresponsible youth one last time n go skinny dipping.. u wil not feel tat young again.. bliv me." (Cleo, 2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;#17 VISIT A NICE SPA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R445RTrYccI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WluWDDdVHrE/s1600-h/09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156121592888586690" style="CURSOR: hand" height="93" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R445RTrYccI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WluWDDdVHrE/s320/09.bmp" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- celebrate ur freedom d old school style and book a pamper package fit for hollywood celebrity at ur local spa.. prices generally range from rm50 to a few hundred bucks for some serious indulgence.. body happy -&gt; mind happy -&gt; u happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;#18 START A BLOG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- share ur thoughts wif d world under anonymity..u can even join competitions for bloggers n win some serious prizes n pretty much rant all u want n let go of d feelings n it wil stay as a memory in it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#19 DATE A MUSICIAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R441GzrYcTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/sLn7-lUz2Xo/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156117014453449010" style="WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="221" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R441GzrYcTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/sLn7-lUz2Xo/s320/10.bmp" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- to u girls.. "they r guys ur mother warned u about.. now u can date one 2 see for urself.. i think u'll b pleasantly surprised..".. hehehe.. date ni~ not serious relationship.. try oni~~ LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#20 OPEN A TRUST FUND ACCOUNT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- it wil grow wif u thru ur adulthood.. -nuff sed- ehehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;#21 GET SLOSHED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "completely unoriginal.. at least u dont hav to think about how to celebrate anymore n can just concentrate on getting on wif it.. so just get hammered.. responsibly" (Cleo,2007).. being overly 'hammered' mite b an unpleasant site to reveal n show d world.. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#22 LEARN A NEW LANGUAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- stg snappy? take french or spanish.. stg pratical? take mandarin or japanese.. (im personally despo 2 learn korean~ LOL)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;#23 FAST BUT DONT STARVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "authorities from all religions agree tat thr is no btr way 2 celebrate an occasion than by fasting.. u decide how long u want it 2 b.. stick to it.. but dont treat it like a starving diet.." hmm~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;#24 LEARN TO COOK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R441GzrYcUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xOpjgt-fZ4Y/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156117014453449026" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="126" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R441GzrYcUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xOpjgt-fZ4Y/s320/11.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- besides being a wonderfully engaging hobby~ its gud for ur resume to market urself.. (wow rite?~~ hmm lol.. here.. got url summore.. &lt;a href="http://www.foodiesnfriends.com.my/"&gt;www.foodiesnfriends.com.my&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;#25 HAVE SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "provided u hav someone to hav it wif, sex is a great way to celebrate anything.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#26 GET A MAKEOVER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- its best to start saving to do it.. lol.. it wil b costly.. changing ur hair nails clothes.. everything.. revamp ur wardrobe selections.. yup.. kaching.. but definitely u wil feel entirely diff n feel super duper gud, tat is.. if u like ur makeover~ hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#27 CALL UR EX(ES)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R441HDrYcWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/9ogrWurWtJo/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156117018748416354" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="100" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R441HDrYcWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/9ogrWurWtJo/s320/13.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- just a random chat can d la~ lol... ex crushes.. or any ex-someone can d.. ex-bestfriend.. any exes la.. hehehehe.. tho things may not change btwn d both of u.. at least u know tat person stil exist in ur circle.. rite? hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;#28 GIVE AWAY UR OLD SCHOOL BOOKS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- tat title~ is nuff sed.. hahaha.. clearing n getting new spaces for d new u.. wat is better than having a bigger space for urself rite.~~ lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#29 MULTI-DATE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R441HDrYcXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/1FLPhYHNvic/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156117018748416370" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R441HDrYcXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/1FLPhYHNvic/s320/14.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "if u r single and loving it... then y not live it..." try it out.. again.. its dating oni.. lol.. not serious going-into relationship.. but if things get 'chemistry' building up.. den wel? u r off 2 d nx lvl.. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;#30 GET UR OWN PLACE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- the ultimate declaration of independence.. it doesnt hav to b celebrities penthouse.. or reli classy ones.. any comfy n u-like-it ones if fine.. it has to b u-r-paying-for-urself kinda place.. tat is "ur own place".. *^^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;#31 GO TO A PARTY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440yzrYcOI/AAAAAAAAAes/Xe7Gd8KKM40/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116670856065250" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440yzrYcOI/AAAAAAAAAes/Xe7Gd8KKM40/s320/15.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- have some fun and get back to work on monday.. get back from hectic studies.. street party.. slumber party.. any fun n lively party wif funky themes.. hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;#32 GET SOME BLING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440yzrYcPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/L_dyYA5K7Xk/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116670856065266" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440yzrYcPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/L_dyYA5K7Xk/s320/16.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- celebrate the fact tat u can rock ur own world whenever u want.. n d epitome of tat is buyinh a diamond ring for urself (mainly stating for ladies..).. guys.. u can buy any kinda blings u wan rite.. it wil b stil rocking.. get ur own perfect bling to show ur achievement.. ehehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#33 GET SOME BLING DOWN SOUTH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- ".. getting a brazillian wax of ur nether region n when it comes to pubic grooming.. no one does it btr than STRIP in BANGSAR" (Cleo, 2007).. is tattoo an alternative choice for this? lol.. hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#34 BE A 'PLAYER' FOR ONE NIGHT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- u know rite.. like.. let them buy u champagne~ caviar.. treat u to fancy dinner.. gold class movie... dance wif them.. n den leave them high n dry.. just for one nite la n nvr do it again of coz.. tat wil b freaking evil..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;#35 THROW A PARTY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- #31 is go to a party.. this one.. wil b u throwing a party.. "u cud always throw one YOURSELF in YOUR new crib with YOUR money and on YOUR on time".. hehehe.. plan stg funky to spend d nite~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#36 BUY UR PARENTS PREZZIES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440zDrYcQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/543qmiRsVvY/s1600-h/17.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116675151032578" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="108" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440zDrYcQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/543qmiRsVvY/s320/17.bmp" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- basically anything u get them will make them happy.. "if u r stuck for an idea, u can always swing by d fragrance counters.. get perfume-to-personality match.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;#37 START A BUSINESS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440zTrYcRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0muSIg3GPWE/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116679445999890" style="WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="91" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440zTrYcRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/0muSIg3GPWE/s320/18.jpg" width="91" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "if u've got a jod, good.. but having ur own biz is better.. u dont hav to register a company just yet, but thrs no harm in tossing ideas around wif ur friends to c if thrs stg u cud do together.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;#38 SPEND A FULL DAY WIF A CAMERA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440zTrYcSI/AAAAAAAAAfM/bBpR0qI4R_8/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116679445999906" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="104" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440zTrYcSI/AAAAAAAAAfM/bBpR0qI4R_8/s320/19.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- take as many photographs of ur life today as u can.. (yea~ they r speaking my language now.. LOL..).. check out &lt;a href="http://www.betterphoto.com/"&gt;www.betterphoto.com&lt;/a&gt; .. since pictures say a thousand words, ntg wil document n preserve d moments in ur life btr than a camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;#39 GIV AWAY UR OLD CLOTHES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- well.. since its mentioned tat to shop is a way too.. if u r shopping for new clothings n making over ur wardrobe.. u wil need space for new clothes to come in yea? hahaha.. rather than let it rot n dont wear them or throw them away.. give it away to those who need them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#40 STAY UP ALL NITE ON A WEEKDAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- not to study for class nx day of coz.. b rebellious.. stay up all nite.. watch tv.. dramas.. rearrange ur furnitures.. designing ur room.. of coz u wil hav to pay d price nx morning.. but tats just one morning n small inconvenience.. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#41 BLEACH UR HAIR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- try stg completely bizarre.. pink? golden shiny blonde... striped? yup~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;#42 GET SOME (REAL) LINGERIE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- for gurls~ time to let out inner jezebel.. (=.=) which u hav been surpressing for urs now.. rawr~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#43 PIERCE UR _____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- fill in d blank urself.. from lip to tongue to navel to other unmentionable parts of ur anatomy.. all u need is to ask urself.. whr do u want ur bling to b.. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;#44 GO ON A HOLIDAY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fDrYcJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aMvUIpm-vvc/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116331553648786" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="94" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fDrYcJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aMvUIpm-vvc/s320/20.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- being able to go on holiday when u want to and being able to decide on whr u want to go to.. dozens of places u havent been to or havent seen.. or experienced locally.. &lt;a href="http://www.tourism.gov.my/"&gt;www.tourism.gov.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;#45 START A DIARY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fTrYcKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0l6fmCo1DzI/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116335848616098" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="95" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fTrYcKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0l6fmCo1DzI/s320/21.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "if u let ur teens pass u by w/o taking note of those stolen stairway kisses and tearful broken hearts, here's ur chance to make amends.. start afresh by keeping a diary of ur young adulthood.. who knows.. u just mite b d nx bridget jones.." (Cleo, 2007)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;#46 GO FOR A MOVIE MARATHON..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- do it alone if u dont mind.. a chance for solo independence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#47 PAINT A PORTRAIT OF URSELF..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- another wat to rmb this time of ur life.. doesnt hav to b gud.. nor expensive.. as long as it comes from ur hands.. frame it n put it away.. few yrs later.. take it out n hang it in ur bedroom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#48 VISIT IKEA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fTrYcLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/n6j0CDPfAUo/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116335848616114" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="81" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fTrYcLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/n6j0CDPfAUo/s320/22.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- go n get some fresh idea.. smart storage.. funky decors... &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com.my/"&gt;www.ikea.com.my&lt;/a&gt; .. having ur own new place if u get one.. it wil b a must for every new homeowners..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;#49 HAVE A BABY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fjrYcMI/AAAAAAAAAec/e8epDMDG3zg/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116340143583426" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fjrYcMI/AAAAAAAAAec/e8epDMDG3zg/s320/23.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- "ok ok.. maybe not.. but at least u now know tat u can IF u wanted to" (Cleo. 2007).. ok.. options.. play wif a baby wil b nice too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#50 GET MARRIED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fjrYcNI/AAAAAAAAAek/--Wci5dzpeM/s1600-h/2401.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156116340143583442" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R440fjrYcNI/AAAAAAAAAek/--Wci5dzpeM/s320/2401.bmp" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- if u've been waiting for permission to do so.. well.. wait no more.. "now u r a self sufficient adult.. u can marry anyone u please..".. make ur own decisions.. "if u think he is d rite partner for u.. go ahead..".. jz rmb tat being independent also means living w/ consequences of ur decisions.. may they b gud or bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;enjoy~ hehehehe.. try at least one of them out.. hehehehehehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;coutesy of Cleo August 2007..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-704560977814235140?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/704560977814235140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/704560977814235140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-ways-to-celebrate-being-young-free.html' title='50 ways to celebrate being young, free and fabulous!!'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R448EDrYcdI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PtxxyBbKSvM/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4873125816779295813</id><published>2008-01-05T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:19:56.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 SiGNS He LiKeS You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b4 i begin plagiarising.. a little opening.. thr u go.. a longer post for this particular reader to read.. but den.. i think it wil b an interesting read for u girls.. shud b for guys too.. they wil get to comment whether its true or fake.. lol.. there was supposed to b 8 signs.. i omitted one.. i find tat one nonsensical.. i got this little article from &lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;.. just stg to fill up this blog wif stg long 2 read..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3537jrYcFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bSf2EGQMHcQ/s1600-h/body+language.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151686888831610962" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="113" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3537jrYcFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bSf2EGQMHcQ/s320/body+language.bmp" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; His body language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to d article rite.. if he likes u.. his body position will lean forward toward u.. its like as tho somebody is 'in' ur personal space tat u wanna step back.. but if he likes u n vice versa.. neither wil step back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3537zrYcGI/AAAAAAAAAco/-6WuuU3fWP4/s1600-h/Eyes-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151686893126578274" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="285" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3537zrYcGI/AAAAAAAAAco/-6WuuU3fWP4/s320/Eyes-small.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Notice his eye contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"if he likes u, he'll get it and hold it. but if he looks away quickly, dont fret, he may be shy".. (doesnt reli make a point thr rite.. basically its telling ntg.. tat wil b IMO la.. i shal leave it to u girls to imagine tat.. n u guys to think whether tat is true o not.. lol.. its kinda depends on d personality rite? so like.. this explanation is pretty useless.. lol..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353tTrYcAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vbCSGQ1dTa0/s1600-h/art-questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151686644018475010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353tTrYcAI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vbCSGQ1dTa0/s320/art-questions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; He asks that question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;like d "so do u hav a boyfriend" or "are u single" kinda question as casually and nonchalantly as possible.. if u answer no.. notice tat he wil feel relieved.. nx question he wil ask is "wanna hang out sometime?".. (this one.. i disagree too la.. lol.. wat if he already knew u don hav a boyfriend n he did not ask u tat question.. tat til b IMO too.. LOL..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Read between the lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"does he playfully tease u or give u cute nicknames to get ur attention? unless the nickname's Smelly Monkey or stg, in which case, he might just b a jerk.." (i find smelly monkey very very funny... lol.. smelly monkey... HAAHHAAH.. imagine him telling her tat.. he mite just get a slap or stg.. LOL.. smelly monkey.. HAHAAH.. hey~ tats degrading monkey.. helo.. aint gud..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353tjrYcBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cDRtRbe0EKk/s1600-h/amber2-ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151686648313442322" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353tjrYcBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cDRtRbe0EKk/s320/amber2-ds.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt; Your name is not foreign to his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"if u get a chance to meet his friends, u'll get some juicy bits from them. this may not b foolproof, but if his friends raise their eyebrows or grin sheepishly when u're being introduced, chances r he's been telling them bout u.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353tjrYcCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DalsYWyHH84/s1600-h/chauffeur.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151686648313442338" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353tjrYcCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DalsYWyHH84/s320/chauffeur.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Favours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"he doesnt mind chauffeuring u around. volunteers to accompany u to an out-of-the-way place. he takes u out for ice creams.u get d drift-he seems to b interested in anythg u r doing or want to do.. unless he happens to b that one in a million mr. super ultra nice guy" (lol.. is this necessary? lol.. wat if he is shy.. or mayb he thinks like asking too often mite b not tat nice or stg rite? den wat? he blew his chances? no la wei..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353tzrYcDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7TN6h3qzLnA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151686652608409650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353tzrYcDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7TN6h3qzLnA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; He asks for another date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"even b4 d date is over. if he isnt interested in u, y wud he b so anxious to ask u out for another date?" (this one.. hmm.. lets say.. how bout he din say its a date.. den she wont know lo~ too bad for him den izit? hehhehehehee...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a Little stg Extra~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Get His Attention:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. make conversation.. dont b way too spontaneous tho.. like... jumping from asking london n b4 getting more answers u jumped to korea.. yup.. stg like tat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. stay cool.. as in relax urself.. even tho u mite get nervous..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. compliment him.. must mean it la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. send him signals..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353uDrYcEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IaMVGeaeIs8/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151686656903376962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R353uDrYcEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IaMVGeaeIs8/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thr u go.. stg for u to read.. finally stg longer than previous normal posts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;reference list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Editors names list is too long*, &lt;em&gt;Seventeen&lt;/em&gt;, Nov 2007, BluInc Media, PJ, S'gor, M'sia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;p/s: imo again.. i think it can b applied to "She likes Him".. cheerio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-4873125816779295813?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4873125816779295813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4873125816779295813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-signs-he-likes-you.html' title='7 SiGNS He LiKeS You..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3537jrYcFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bSf2EGQMHcQ/s72-c/body+language.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-27878324862460750</id><published>2008-01-04T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HPPY BLTD NW YR!! *smirk*</title><content type='html'>happy belated new yr all!! LOL.. yes~ been a pretty lazy blogger after this whole festive season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite.. ahead wif things.. i cant rmb wat i did on d 28th.. i just know i called jule 2 makan but according to jule.. her car was (n stil is) popular.. BRO used d car.. hence.. 29th.. her car was free.. we wet out for a little get together chit chat over stg to eat n catch up wif things.. we went pyr of coz.. was a pretty spontaneous get together cuz we dunno when car was free then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went jusco 1st 2 get ice creams.. (YUM~!!!!!!!).. jule din get ready.. wel.. aint gona care.. blek!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GjrYb8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/VEQYbGTXQ6s/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548539345072066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GjrYb8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/VEQYbGTXQ6s/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went 2 fulfil my cravings for cheezy~ stuff in kfc.. (kinda fin my cheezy wedges when i realised i havent take pic of them.. plus satisfied my pepsi cravings due to excessive pepsi's ads in utube.. (COKE is d nx craving.. but was satisfied 2 days ago during new yr nite in nando's wif ashley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GjrYb9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/uhGliCsphNQ/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548539345072082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GjrYb9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/uhGliCsphNQ/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we continued chit chatting while walking n browsing around.. n went to MPH n bot 17 and CLEO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GzrYb-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZAW59n7813c/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548543640039394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GzrYb-I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZAW59n7813c/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we stopped by at d pet shop n admired d little tiny n CLEAN hamsters.. secretly took a pic of them playing.. secretiveness due to d sign on d glass saying "NO PHOTOTAKING" or stg like tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GzrYb_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/-MNFtrukx8Y/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548543640039410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GzrYb_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/-MNFtrukx8Y/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went home cuz of tiredness.. was a spontaneous non-planned little window shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. 30th.. i seriously forgot wat i did.. amnesia.. no no... shud b more like stml.. i think i slept in or stg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st.. in d morn... i think i went sumwhr.. but i cant rmb whr too.. swt.. sigh~ i did.. i did.. but i dunno whr.. but den at nite.. went out wif ashley eli n church friends.. to countdown.. @ the curve.. ashley n i went late cuz of MASSIVE (exaggerated a little.. but it was a lonnnnggg n time consuming queue..) TRAFFIC JAM.. took us 1 hour ++ i think (izit??) to get thr.. den both of us ate @ DOME!! drinks came 1st.. LOL.. aish wehmon tee~~ (rite?) and peach tea~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548389021216658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3359zrYb5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/RYAx5G5lS38/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wat we ate.. lol.. ash's wild mushroom soup (MUSHROOM!!!! MUSHROOM!!! yumminess!!!!) was ABSOLUTELY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY DELICIOUS!! (tat.. i did not exaggerate.. LOL!! love d tiny toasted bread on top too.. wat do u call tat again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548393316183970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335-DrYb6I/AAAAAAAAAbI/qiXjAWoKTEg/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the below pic.. r d teas.. crunchy fries (was a very delicious fries.. either cuz we were hungry.. or it is reli gud.. d potato flesh is packed.. not like d usual fast food whr u bite n thr is a hole in btwn.. this one is gud..) n mushroom soup (TWO THUMBS UP.. plus d twos too..) and ash's spaghetti (i 4got wats tat dish d.. LOL..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548393316183986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335-DrYb7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Mn2uKLn09eI/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den we went to joing d other friends @ The Apartment.. thr.. tats d menu.. but i 4got to rotate it.. LOL.. told u d.. lazy~.. LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548204337622850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335zDrYb0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/Qu5cu9AfPpc/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red wine.. we drank tat to open out n tinggle n to prepare d tongue n body for more.. !! LOL~~!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASH: ooooo.. this wine is only 5 yrs old (it was stil 2007)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335zDrYb1I/AAAAAAAAAag/8KDo2sipW-U/s1600-h/n528852030_536371_5465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548204337622866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335zDrYb1I/AAAAAAAAAag/8KDo2sipW-U/s320/n528852030_536371_5465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den b4 ordering.. took pics.. tats me ashley eli justin and matthew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548208632590178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335zTrYb2I/AAAAAAAAAao/8FIyhX2Hp8s/s320/n528852030_536374_6337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this.. is ashley.. alcohol overdose..!! LOL!! tat thingy she is holding.. is soon to b mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548208632590194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335zTrYb3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3Z326Itm1AM/s320/n528852030_536379_7807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thr u go.. c wat i told u... i took it from ashley..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335zjrYb4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/a-0LakuOXCI/s1600-h/n528852030_536382_9015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151548212927557506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335zjrYb4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/a-0LakuOXCI/s320/n528852030_536382_9015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a rare opportunity to get to take pic wif eli the blinking red nose human.. we were lucky~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335hzrYbvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wTuYzfierAQ/s1600-h/n528852030_536384_9621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547907984879346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335hzrYbvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wTuYzfierAQ/s320/n528852030_536384_9621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is pink margarita.. my FIRST margarita.. (ashley bot one.. so i sip sip sip.. 1st sip into mouth.. was sweet.. nice to drink.. having a gud feeling bout this drink.. sip went down to throat.. beginning to taste like cough med.. LOL.. but den for my 1st try ar.. i think tat is nice to drink d.. unlike vodka.. whr it stung!! LOL!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335iDrYbwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/E2n1HQIqrXw/s1600-h/n528852030_536390_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547912279846658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335iDrYbwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/E2n1HQIqrXw/s320/n528852030_536390_1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den punishment for drinking.. actualy i dunno wat i got punished for.. hehehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335iDrYbxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uhn56GtYDxY/s1600-h/n528852030_536394_2625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547912279846674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335iDrYbxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uhn56GtYDxY/s320/n528852030_536394_2625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eli n i.. kekekekekee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335ijrYbyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/w_VEKPwxEXw/s1600-h/n528852030_536401_4651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547920869781282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335ijrYbyI/AAAAAAAAAaI/w_VEKPwxEXw/s320/n528852030_536401_4651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n den.. 0000 hour came.. countdown 1st of coz.. n den 'yuuuuummmmm seeeennnngggg' came across d room reli loudly.. n den booming fireworks..!! HANABI!!!!!!!!! very pretty.. ashley took all these pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335izrYbzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2v3OZNEYAqE/s1600-h/n528852030_536404_5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547925164748594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335izrYbzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2v3OZNEYAqE/s320/n528852030_536404_5552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very kawerful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335PTrYbqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eezWrDhceqk/s1600-h/n528852030_536405_5835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547590157299362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335PTrYbqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eezWrDhceqk/s320/n528852030_536405_5835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this pic is like tsiuuuuuuuuuuu ~ BOOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335PTrYbrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rYR-5BVrESQ/s1600-h/n528852030_536406_6115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547590157299378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335PTrYbrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rYR-5BVrESQ/s320/n528852030_536406_6115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335PzrYbsI/AAAAAAAAAZY/G3QSEO-TqK4/s1600-h/n528852030_536407_6418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547598747233986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335PzrYbsI/AAAAAAAAAZY/G3QSEO-TqK4/s320/n528852030_536407_6418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one looked like spider tho.. ergh~ lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335PzrYbtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uxeXzTD3l8U/s1600-h/n528852030_536408_6690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547598747234002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335PzrYbtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uxeXzTD3l8U/s320/n528852030_536408_6690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ashley liked this firework pic.. hehehehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335DzrYblI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vIuRHgj-cLs/s1600-h/n528852030_536410_7240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547392588803666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335DzrYblI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vIuRHgj-cLs/s320/n528852030_536410_7240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like this spreading kinda like pic.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335EDrYbmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ic6hZixA4Uc/s1600-h/n528852030_536411_7685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547396883770978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335EDrYbmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ic6hZixA4Uc/s320/n528852030_536411_7685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n den!! here comes d 'BEST' experinced we had ALL nite!!!! JAM IN PARKING LOT FOR 2 HOURS!!! LOL.. 1.5hours ++ in d same spot n til d car fully went out of tat spot but in front of tat spot.. den went out from tat parking place.. approx 2 hours...whhoooooopppiiieee~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335ETrYbnI/AAAAAAAAAYw/-0MlCleM844/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547401178738290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335ETrYbnI/AAAAAAAAAYw/-0MlCleM844/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time passed by~ n we r stil stuck~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335ETrYboI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NGHAs88L-34/s1600-h/n528852030_536413_8277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547401178738306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335ETrYboI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NGHAs88L-34/s320/n528852030_536413_8277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N WE FINALLY GOT OUT!!! it was like fresh air in d car!! LOL.. den head for mamak for a little drink n uno + liar games wif zetch n ken.. n this pic.. when we got out from d lot.. on d way back.. stil near ikano... 2 bikes were set on fire... ashley saw ppl starting it tho.. den policemen (probly around tat area.. cuz they usualy wont arrive tat fast..) came n kinda probly took control of d situation or stg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335EjrYbpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JkdXH-pqX3Y/s1600-h/n528852030_536414_8600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151547405473705618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R335EjrYbpI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JkdXH-pqX3Y/s320/n528852030_536414_8600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den... went back around 5am.. drained~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den new yr morn.. cudnt wake up... den noon.. lunch n CC wif zetch.. den intended to folo ashley to go home n do group discussion for presentation n asg.. ended up dinnering in nando's (fulfilled my coke cravings..) due to lack of efficiency n effectiveness of d service in fotokem subang.. den lastly... went STARBUCKS (to fulfill my tazo ice shaken craving) cuz eli is flying of to can d nx day.. den unoed n liared thr til around 1am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nx day.. presentation.. was unsatisfied wif it.. den JULE brot me out at nite.. a random call again.. lol.. passed thru NOL BOO.. where...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334qDrYbkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Rza5uY_pRKk/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151546950207172162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334qDrYbkI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Rza5uY_pRKk/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she spotted this below.. in pic.. Bulgogi Dupbab.. Japchae Dupbab.. Haemool Pajun.. n Fried DUMLING!!!!! n above tat name.. r pictures of dumplings.. DUMLINGS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hTrYbfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rwmVJ-Jo_Uo/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151546799883316722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hTrYbfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rwmVJ-Jo_Uo/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hjrYbgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/RTM7-CQle38/s1600-h/Image014crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151546804178284034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hjrYbgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/RTM7-CQle38/s320/Image014crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den went randomly walking towards waffle world.. whr i spotted a cheap LeSportsac!!! yes la.. probly its pirated.. but den this is only my 1st LeSportsac.. more too come rite~~ as soon as i save up from this coming CNY!!! WOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hjrYbhI/AAAAAAAAAYA/d2XCZVpSolE/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151546804178284050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hjrYbhI/AAAAAAAAAYA/d2XCZVpSolE/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den waffle worlds!! this is JULE n her ham cheese sandwich.. n me wif my double scoop ice cream.. STRAWBERRY!!! PLUS CHOCOLATE!!!!! yum~~~~~~~ *tearing tears of happiness**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hzrYbiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jH55g-KfZKg/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151546808473251362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hzrYbiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jH55g-KfZKg/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hzrYbjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/55C7i23i5eY/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151546808473251378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R334hzrYbjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/55C7i23i5eY/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den we had no choice but to head home early.. cuz it was a weekday.. wednesday.. hence.. closes early.. by 10 its edi shutting everything down.. n we fin eating around 9.40 give or take.. swt rite.. sigh...~~~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1U outing up nx.. as soon as i get d pics from Fi.. hehehehehheeheh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ta~~ cheerio~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-27878324862460750?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/27878324862460750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/27878324862460750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2008/01/hppy-bltd-nw-yr-smirk.html' title='HPPY BLTD NW YR!! *smirk*'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R336GjrYb8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/VEQYbGTXQ6s/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-2710191419076310696</id><published>2007-12-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:08.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PReZZieS + CaKeS!!</title><content type='html'>ok.. hehehe.. long last i get to post bout this d.. hehehe.. but den thr r some prezzies n a couple of cake i din get to take tho.. those r back hometown.. but nvm nvm.. these r some pics i get to take.. hehehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BDAY CAKES!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCsTrYbZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/OYFAv5IZCJY/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672865466871186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCsTrYbZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/OYFAv5IZCJY/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfTrYbTI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lE1E9g6NElQ/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672642128571698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfTrYbTI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lE1E9g6NElQ/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an xmas cake.. fruit cake inside.. n royal icing outside.. n thr r tiny silvery-sugar-balls on it.. its supposed to b xmassy like wat mom bot last yr.. but dunno y aunty put blue balls n red + green hearts around it.. but no matter.. its stil yummy~~ from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM N DAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfjrYbUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zfTNZXMU6uI/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672646423539010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfjrYbUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zfTNZXMU6uI/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these r slices of cakes from my hometown fwens &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ANAND, STEVE, KOR, TING, TIONG, SHIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. tats 6 of them plus me = 7 which explains d 7 slices of cakes.. they r trying to make it unique.. to fill up d gap thr.. they put nips.. lol.. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfjrYbVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FdfLrWDnmcQ/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672646423539026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfjrYbVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FdfLrWDnmcQ/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfzrYbWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LbqXFRX08fw/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672650718506338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfzrYbWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LbqXFRX08fw/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this is from JULE of coz.. i was playing wif her notebook when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;JULE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; suddenly off d fan n i did not give a damn bout y she did tat tho.. den i heard stuf like "ok.. can d.. can d..".. den &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brot in d cake n lit candles.. BLUBERY FRESH CREAM CAKE!!! JULE knew i love bwubewy.. hehehehe.. plus CHERRIES!!.. tat was definitely unexpected.. thanks jule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfzrYbXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SEisOqgzU3U/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672650718506354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCfzrYbXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SEisOqgzU3U/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this is from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;housemate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. she came knocking my door 3am last nite when she just put her luggage down in her room.. n she jumped in singing happy bday.. its BLACKFOREST!!! my cakes.. they varies.. THEY ROCKED!! we ate half each..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PREZZIES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCGzrYbSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mi9PoXPn5pU/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672221221776674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCGzrYbSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mi9PoXPn5pU/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a gold pendant.. in a key shape.. i was expecting it to b short n plump n cute looking.. it turned out to b sophisticated n long.. LOL.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MOM n DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; custom made tat.. hehehe.. so its one n only one..!!! WOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PBbzrYbNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/elw6st_V-tM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671482487401682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PBbzrYbNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/elw6st_V-tM/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ASHLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! a pink-4-petalled-flower.. VERY VERY CUTE.. n DEFINITELY VERY LUCKY!! yes.. reli.. u just ask her wat happened d nite she gave me n i wore it str8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PBbzrYbOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CCcjlLETp4A/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671482487401698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PBbzrYbOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CCcjlLETp4A/s320/Image012.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PBcDrYbPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/B68c7e7AmTI/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671486782369010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PBcDrYbPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/B68c7e7AmTI/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.. is from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. its a music box tat music producing key thingy.. its very very very unique.. n d song.. has a meaning to it too.. LOL.. its precious of coz.. love u lots JULE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PFyTrYbaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Iv-c608VO2o/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148676267080969634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PFyTrYbaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Iv-c608VO2o/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PBcDrYbQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2_PG4Ki7EGk/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671486782369026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PBcDrYbQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2_PG4Ki7EGk/s320/Image030.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;KEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;ZETCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. its YVES ROCHER perfume.. very very very frangrancy.. not strong or piercing 2 d nose too.. its very sweet.. was definitely definitely surprised when i got tat.. loved it too.. exquisite rite!! absolutely love this fragrance PLUS this gift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PAxDrYbLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QDnpThW97CA/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670748047994034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PAxDrYbLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QDnpThW97CA/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ZETCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. its my XMAS gift.. ipod earphone.. i was seriously saving cash to get tat myself.. den this came up.. definitely another pleasant surprise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PAxDrYbMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/w_w0xVJho7k/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670748047994050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PAxDrYbMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/w_w0xVJho7k/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. its for XMAS too.. n its sitting nx 2 me on my bed when i slp.. along wif bucky! LOL.. very huggably huggable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PAxDrYbKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OyA0D8yEGcs/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670748047994018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PAxDrYbKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OyA0D8yEGcs/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is d overall KEN n ZETCH's xmas gift.. PLUS CANDY CANES!! CANDY CANES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PARzrYbDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pPFVNpe6Veg/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670211177081906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PARzrYbDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pPFVNpe6Veg/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PASDrYbEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UPm2qdbzcQQ/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670215472049218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PASDrYbEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UPm2qdbzcQQ/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these r from &lt;strong&gt;CHRISSIE&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;CHRISTIE!!&lt;/strong&gt; yes yes.. its ntg much.. d globe.. half was from aunt tho.. hehehehehehehe.. wanted one globe for sooo long n i got one on my 21!! hehehe.. n tat 2 hangers.. tats my current obsession!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PASDrYbFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ZPd_YSr1Q1Q/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670215472049234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PASDrYbFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ZPd_YSr1Q1Q/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this RELI big bear (monkey is his name now) which took half of my upper bed but is now sitting in its box along wif my other smaller bears.. he is from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIZA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ABI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JAZZ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DAPH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PAwzrYbJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s2uSqZ-_cEk/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670743753026706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PAwzrYbJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s2uSqZ-_cEk/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my overall gifts from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ABI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ELIZA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;JAZZ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;VEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;JULE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;KEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ZETCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PASDrYbGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/z5Re8qPocmw/s1600-h/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670215472049250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PASDrYbGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/z5Re8qPocmw/s320/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ah bun (this mantau bolster) is from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;VIVIENNE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;aka YING!! its big oso.. n when i got it tat time.. in d car.. mom took it from me n was hugging it.. it got it back onli when i grabbed it back from her.. den at home.. dad randomly came in my room n KIDNAP ahbun.. i was after him n he threw it back to me.. viv! ah bun is super popular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PASTrYbHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RyLfIm47vfg/s1600-h/Rotation+of+Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670219767016562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PASTrYbHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RyLfIm47vfg/s320/Rotation+of+Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;housemate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. cake + sparkling juice.. + another BEAR.. which i 4got to take pic of.. wait.. wil do it again.. soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. tats about it.. a couple more pics coming up.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-2710191419076310696?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/2710191419076310696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/2710191419076310696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/12/prezzies-cakes.html' title='PReZZieS + CaKeS!!'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3PCsTrYbZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/OYFAv5IZCJY/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-5236657607381042353</id><published>2007-12-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:08.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHiNeSe WiNTeR FeST THiNGY..</title><content type='html'>last sat.. wat date was it.. er... *counting*.. 22nd dec.. yup.. was d chinese calendar winter fest thingy.. i hav no idea wat u call it in eng.. u can google it tho (teoh, 2007).. but im too lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i din get to eat my fav the 'tong yuen' (jazz... its d glutinous rice ball again.. with fillings inside.. n d soup is either only sugar cane sugar.. or it can b plus ginger.. or it can b also plus ginger n pandan..) hehehehe.. so.. JULE invited me over 2 her place to hav d fest dinner (2 ordinary dishes n 2 experiments..).. this r some pics of d outcome of d balls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was fooling around wif d shapes n sizes tho.. JULE was nagging.. WAKAKKAKAKA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3O14zrYbAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dNh5nWrkQDs/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148658786564074498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3O14zrYbAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dNh5nWrkQDs/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my share.. d tiny one has no fillings inside.. d middle size can b of choco chips or peanut butter (we cant find d crushed sweetened nuts.. those wil hav to do).. n d HUGE one.. tat one was fooling around.. JULE made me eat it.. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3O15DrYbBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/O8aMuaADe0c/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148658790859041810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3O15DrYbBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/O8aMuaADe0c/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see d long shaped one.. yup.. tat one has an empty filling too.. JULE made me ate tat too.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3O15DrYbCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/48y3uoF5m9Q/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148658790859041826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3O15DrYbCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/48y3uoF5m9Q/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my bowl.. my share.. LOL.. its alot k.. JULE n JULE's BRO n I each had alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d experiment dishes turned out to b pretty gud.. missed d pic taking tho.. o els u guys can c how dark my long-bean-omelette is... i splashed too much soy sauce in d egg.. n JULE was nagging me too..!! LOL.. JULE's honey chicken (was an experiment.. went n memorized one of d cookbook in Popular..) turned out just nice.. edible.. was pretty gud.. yum yum yum.. n TOFU (JAZZ!!!!!) + salted vege soup.. YUM!!! n sweet n sour fish.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-5236657607381042353?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/5236657607381042353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/5236657607381042353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/12/chinese-winter-fest-thingy.html' title='CHiNeSe WiNTeR FeST THiNGY..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3O14zrYbAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dNh5nWrkQDs/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-1098710157846335882</id><published>2007-12-26T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:12.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JiNGLeS~</title><content type='html'>ok.. this was when again? thursday.. public holiday.. er.. 20th dec.. yes yes.. ashley baked ham+cheese muffin, choco chip muffin n bwubewy cheese cake n brot us out to makan.. lol.. curve.. n take take xmas pics.. til midnite when we got chased out by security guards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JtJzrYa-I/AAAAAAAAATo/Pw09liSiqyI/s1600-h/n528852030_516178_337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148297339296312290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JtJzrYa-I/AAAAAAAAATo/Pw09liSiqyI/s320/n528852030_516178_337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d bwubewy cheese cake.. was delicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrtTrYa7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/vhVVMO13dZE/s1600-h/n508719758_220648_3535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295750158412722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrtTrYa7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/vhVVMO13dZE/s320/n508719758_220648_3535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da drinks we ordered to compliment d sweeties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrtjrYa8I/AAAAAAAAATY/9EvBYxSTaVg/s1600-h/n508719758_220656_7974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295754453380034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrtjrYa8I/AAAAAAAAATY/9EvBYxSTaVg/s320/n508719758_220656_7974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat is me.. tho its dark.. u can c.. im holding d knife.. trying to commit suicide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JtKDrYa_I/AAAAAAAAATw/Ldt2EX5CxSI/s1600-h/n528852030_516179_684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148297343591279602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JtKDrYa_I/AAAAAAAAATw/Ldt2EX5CxSI/s320/n528852030_516179_684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was decided tat committing suicide is painful.. hence.. killing is a much easier thing to do.. LOL.. tats d PSYCHOTIC me.. killing n smiling at d same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after many dramatic pictures in starbucks.. went to take some xmassy pics wif d deco instead.. this r some of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrtjrYa9I/AAAAAAAAATg/Iy3_Wv6z7oI/s1600-h/Re-exposure+of+n508719758_220662_1879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295754453380050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrtjrYa9I/AAAAAAAAATg/Iy3_Wv6z7oI/s320/Re-exposure+of+n508719758_220662_1879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very xmassy rite.. thrs another cool looking pose pic.. lol.. but den d smiley one is smilier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrKjrYa3I/AAAAAAAAASw/M-ftW6_wGj8/s1600-h/n508719758_220678_4322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295153157958514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrKjrYa3I/AAAAAAAAASw/M-ftW6_wGj8/s320/n508719758_220678_4322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d xmas deco in front of Mache.. u c... everyone is smilingly showing teeth.. in pic: chrissie in green.. ashley in purple.. zetch in black.. ken in red..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrKzrYa4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/SrcIjpDiyc4/s1600-h/n528852030_516190_5172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295157452925826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrKzrYa4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/SrcIjpDiyc4/s320/n528852030_516190_5172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a pic wif my 'ahpa'.. n im btwn my ahpa n ahma.. ahma found ahpa.. tats y she is smiling happily.. i m making sure tat TAT is ahpa.. wahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrKzrYa5I/AAAAAAAAATA/1vSZqn79ddg/s1600-h/n528852030_516195_7024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295157452925842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrKzrYa5I/AAAAAAAAATA/1vSZqn79ddg/s320/n528852030_516195_7024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of d snowy-snowmaned-n-reindeered-plus-lotsa-xmas-trees cottage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrKzrYa6I/AAAAAAAAATI/d_sVEI8z4xE/s1600-h/n528852030_516197_7740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295157452925858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JrKzrYa6I/AAAAAAAAATI/d_sVEI8z4xE/s320/n528852030_516197_7740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken ran up to d 1st floor to take this pic n hurriedly rushing down cuz security guards were nagging.. pretty artistic rite.. he is a very gud art director... hehehe.. (p/s: tat laff is a normal laff.. it aint sarcasm.. hheehe.. &lt;--this one too.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat.. er.. den i did wat d... ah!! 21st.. a friday.. i got class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. 22nd.. AH!! i went to Jule's place to 'guo dong' (tats canto.. JAZZ.. its stg like winter festival thingy in chinese calendar.. we eat d glutinous rice ball this day... heheheeh) &lt;-- wil post tat later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd.. 23rd i did wat d.. sunday.. er.. i think i did ntg.. shud b correct.. yes yes.. i stayed home.. n i dled my old game.. n played.. n INTENDED to study.. i reli planned to ok.. reli.. honest.. *^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den 24th!! CHRISTMAS EVE!!! Jule n i went pyramid.. lol.. we were both reli tired.. but did managed to take some fine pics.. hehehehehe.. we ate talked window-shopped n ate talked n bot stuff.. lol.. ok.. i did.. i bot stuffS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JquzrYaxI/AAAAAAAAASA/kprIOr4iw3U/s1600-h/DSC03478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294676416588562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JquzrYaxI/AAAAAAAAASA/kprIOr4iw3U/s320/DSC03478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us.. after a LONNNNGGGGG walk.. we sat on d sofa in front of S&amp;amp;J pyramid new wing n randomly camwhored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqvDrYayI/AAAAAAAAASI/hvU_tUp3kdw/s1600-h/DSC03480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294680711555874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqvDrYayI/AAAAAAAAASI/hvU_tUp3kdw/s320/DSC03480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken when i insisted a non-formal picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went to d center hall n took some xmas pic.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqvDrYazI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PI-b6rhT-Tc/s1600-h/DSC03483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294680711555890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqvDrYazI/AAAAAAAAASQ/PI-b6rhT-Tc/s320/DSC03483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis is us in front of d xmas tree behind d memory lane cottage.. d santa is supposed to b btwn us.. can stil la la rite... lol lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqvDrYa0I/AAAAAAAAASY/By_4OJG7ZUk/s1600-h/DSC03484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294680711555906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqvDrYa0I/AAAAAAAAASY/By_4OJG7ZUk/s320/DSC03484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this is another camwhoring us.. in front of d escalator.. this 3 aunties were looking funnily at us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqvTrYa1I/AAAAAAAAASg/bknmPQe_Wz0/s1600-h/DSC03485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294685006523218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqvTrYa1I/AAAAAAAAASg/bknmPQe_Wz0/s320/DSC03485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d toot-toot train for kids.. it wil b a perfectly nice picture if WE can ride on it.. kiam siap one..it can fit us oso wuat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqKjrYasI/AAAAAAAAARY/3C4pRrCvaY4/s1600-h/DSC03490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294053646330562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqKjrYasI/AAAAAAAAARY/3C4pRrCvaY4/s320/DSC03490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n reindeer.. we make a GREAT COUPLE dont we..i feel we do.. *wedding bells background music**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqKzrYatI/AAAAAAAAARg/FiDsO0CpMSQ/s1600-h/DSC03491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294057941297874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqKzrYatI/AAAAAAAAARg/FiDsO0CpMSQ/s320/DSC03491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.. wishing well.. wat more can i say.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqKzrYauI/AAAAAAAAARo/B0L85kC_8Us/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294057941297890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqKzrYauI/AAAAAAAAARo/B0L85kC_8Us/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me (clearly) wif d white branched xmas trees.. JULE n i had d same pose for dis pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqLDrYavI/AAAAAAAAARw/Xg8EDh6Vg90/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294062236265202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqLDrYavI/AAAAAAAAARw/Xg8EDh6Vg90/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is JULE.. in front of d polystyrine entrance..it doesnt look like d sides were empty rite.. keke.. it looked like another place doesnt it.. im a gud photographer too!! WAKAKAKAKAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqLDrYawI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MdOBVZkEzmo/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148294062236265218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R3JqLDrYawI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MdOBVZkEzmo/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me.. this is a 3-steps picture.. 1st step: take pig.. look out for salesgirls at d same time.. 2nd step: silent d camera-phone n take a quick 3 sec picture n IT HAS 2 BE GUD!! LOL!! 3rd step: put pig back as tho u were just admiring it n walk away as tho ntg happen.. hey.. ntg happened wuat~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n @ nite.. ken n zetch brot me to countdown.. sunway pyr.. its too bad din get to take d havoc looking situation.. they were spraying foam-snow thru can n d sticky stringy thingy thru can oso.. it was reli fun.. n we hung out in kimgary after tat til late nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N THANKS U GUYS FOR D WISHES!!! 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PAYING!! WAKAKAKAKAKA)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tauDrYaiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FZdAHtTx9lA/s1600-h/P1010708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146306746508667426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tauDrYaiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FZdAHtTx9lA/s320/P1010708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (daph.. suddenly popping out from d side n squished all of us.. n jas got tickled hard.. lol..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tauTrYajI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/A4Q2IIVZT7E/s1600-h/P1010711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146306750803634738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tauTrYajI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/A4Q2IIVZT7E/s320/P1010711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (group photo.. lol.. n jaz lost her voice.. not from singing.. due to excessive screaming instead.. keke)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tauTrYakI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ys6PcukeVqg/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146306750803634754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tauTrYakI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ys6PcukeVqg/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (POWERPUFF n mojo jojo n deedee n dexter in pyramid.. they were performing.. missed d chance of taking pic wif them..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after all of the shouting in redbox experience.. bowling was d nx choice.. but liza did not bring socks.. n i was hungry.. so waffle world was d nx destination..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tauzrYalI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IYYUxLYhqDs/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146306759393569362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tauzrYalI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IYYUxLYhqDs/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (here is jazz.. figuring out whr to start digging her ice cream sundae.. *^^*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tavTrYamI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Bd8YiRbIbWM/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146306767983503970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tavTrYamI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Bd8YiRbIbWM/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (us... definitely doing stg funny which involves d ice cream but i cant rmb wat..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZuDrYadI/AAAAAAAAAPg/skqhM-PCNco/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146305646997039570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZuDrYadI/AAAAAAAAAPg/skqhM-PCNco/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (me.. no im not making d ice cream to tilt near d edge.. in sucking d whip cream... yum~)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZuTrYaeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0U-t02bxmVE/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146305651292006882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZuTrYaeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0U-t02bxmVE/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (hmmmm... whr is kenneth looking at.... hmmm... tsk..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZuzrYafI/AAAAAAAAAPw/i2yx9XnTFGE/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146305659881941490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZuzrYafI/AAAAAAAAAPw/i2yx9XnTFGE/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ti fi n di.. happy family we r.. lol..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZvTrYagI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wTUTOG2Ovcg/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146305668471876098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZvTrYagI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wTUTOG2Ovcg/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (WW group pic!! click click click..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After WW.. i need to ATM for xmas gifts.. line was super duper whooper long.. so we took d chance to camwhore summore..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZvzrYahI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aAlJe3JE6Go/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146305677061810706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tZvzrYahI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aAlJe3JE6Go/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(us girls in d queue.. no one lined behind us.. we were hogging d line.. BWAHAHAHA!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after ATM.. d middle hall looked christmassy.. full of trees n prezzies.. we HAD HAD HAD to go n visit.. n thr we took lotsa pics.. here r some..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYljrYaYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-ff_krn6r_s/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146304401456523650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYljrYaYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-ff_krn6r_s/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (us wif a tall snow man.. n lean too.. SNOWMEN R BETTER ROUND N SHORT!! kekeke..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYmDrYaZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pkbXQklYqHg/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146304410046458258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYmDrYaZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pkbXQklYqHg/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(SALES!! 50% OFF KENNETH!! LAST STOCK!! *cling clang clong* SALE!! SALE!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYmTrYaaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1BpMGqDSzPo/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146304414341425570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYmTrYaaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1BpMGqDSzPo/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(di n ni.. di is for andy.. ni is for kennie... hehehehe..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYmzrYabI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tXkLGiFLTUw/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146304422931360178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYmzrYabI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tXkLGiFLTUw/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(andrew.. taking a backside group pic of us leaving d middle hall..) and....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYnDrYacI/AAAAAAAAAPY/L0Yinugo0gA/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146304427226327490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tYnDrYacI/AAAAAAAAAPY/L0Yinugo0gA/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;penetrating towards d new wing... to SHOP FOR MORE!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXhjrYaTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-_-YutW0lPE/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303233225419058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXhjrYaTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-_-YutW0lPE/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(escalator view down to d carollers in d new wing's middle hall...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXlDrYaUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9U1uZN8t8dQ/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303293354961218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXlDrYaUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9U1uZN8t8dQ/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(NIKE shopping.. for xmas gifts.. kaching kaching..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXlTrYaVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vSha_meMZJo/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303297649928530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXlTrYaVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vSha_meMZJo/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(andrew.. n behind him.. r me jei n v.. checking out d bouncy ball + gumball machine.. ITS STUCK!!! someone screwed it up!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXljrYaWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kfNGbBSlyfI/s1600-h/Re-exposure+of+Rotation+of+IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303301944895842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXljrYaWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kfNGbBSlyfI/s320/Re-exposure+of+Rotation+of+IMG_0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (d middle hall deco in new wing.. hehehehe.. its PACKED.. vee n i each put 50cent inside d wishing well n made wishes.. hehehe.. its fun k..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXlzrYaXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/osGXKOELaxU/s1600-h/P1010740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303306239863154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tXlzrYaXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/osGXKOELaxU/s320/P1010740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (us in front of i-forgot-what-shop.. memory lane i think.. in ginger bread form.. n we took pics wif.. i think its mr n mrs clause..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n TATS 15th dec.. a saturday..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n sunday.. 16th.. i went out to pyr wif my hsemate... we went makan n movied.. ALVIN N D CHIPMUNKS!!! VERY VERY VERY VERY CUTE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;monday.. 17th.. i randomly asked jul to pyr too... makan.. it was after her last paper.. we walk n walk n walk..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tuesday.. 18th.. MIDVALLEY PICTURE TAKING WIF D GIRLS.. it was for my early bday bash.. wahahahahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWGTrYaOI/AAAAAAAAANo/Yf-iCogSKfM/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301665562355938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWGTrYaOI/AAAAAAAAANo/Yf-iCogSKfM/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (midvalley middle hall deco.. FAIRY THEME.. thr r tiny fairies hanging in each leaf.. i din get to take them tho.. n WE MISSED D WANDERING FAIRIES.. sigh~)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWGTrYaPI/AAAAAAAAANw/jpU8eOdH8FM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301665562355954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWGTrYaPI/AAAAAAAAANw/jpU8eOdH8FM/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this pic.. is upside down.. its oni now den i realise.. but too lazy to change d.. d white branches r fully decoed wif butterflies.. which made d branches looked like fully flowered.. ITS VERY PRETTY!!!!!!!!!! each court has a diff colour deco..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWGzrYaQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I6uDbl5ekHM/s1600-h/P1010759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301674152290562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWGzrYaQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/I6uDbl5ekHM/s320/P1010759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (girlfriends... we wanted to cross d 'forbidden' line n take in d middle.. but securities were thr.. lol..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWHDrYaRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n9o0J3PjZro/s1600-h/P1010764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301678447257874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWHDrYaRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n9o0J3PjZro/s320/P1010764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (mel n i.. the flower is huge!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWHTrYaSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YTF0_KXVmc8/s1600-h/P1010779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301682742225186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tWHTrYaSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YTF0_KXVmc8/s320/P1010779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (on our way to movie when i spotted this BIG moose near d window in memory lane.. liza n i camwhored wif it.. its giving THUMBS UP anyway..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVQTrYaJI/AAAAAAAAANA/RbzUOLRDEw8/s1600-h/P1010768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146300737849419922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVQTrYaJI/AAAAAAAAANA/RbzUOLRDEw8/s320/P1010768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (liza n i.. she wanted to take a hugging pic.. i complimented her wif an ickified look.. which got whacked by her after tat..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVQjrYaKI/AAAAAAAAANI/zqgMod2B7yk/s1600-h/P1010775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146300742144387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVQjrYaKI/AAAAAAAAANI/zqgMod2B7yk/s320/P1010775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (to compensate for d hugging photo.. we finally managed to take a pic liza is pleased wif.. LOL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER picture takings in middle court.. we went movie.. I AM LEGEND.. which i find not scary la.. shocking a bit bit oni.. but LIZA!! u SCARED me ALOT.. lol.. u were grabbing me n shaking me larr!!! LOL... u just wait.. i wil revenge.. WAKAKAKAKAK.. zombies looked like voldemort n their positions lookes like gollum.. no fun!!! WILL SMITH was cool tho.. lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVRDrYaLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4naqAigEtSQ/s1600-h/P1010780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146300750734321842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVRDrYaLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4naqAigEtSQ/s320/P1010780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (after movie.. we went quickly to take the mushroom farm.. fairies' mushroom farm tat is.. lol..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVRTrYaMI/AAAAAAAAANY/2vzByR02WdE/s1600-h/P1010784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146300755029289154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVRTrYaMI/AAAAAAAAANY/2vzByR02WdE/s320/P1010784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Vee n i.. MUSHROOM UMBRELLA!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER midvalley.. this is wat i get for my bday from d girlfriends.. A HUGEEEE TEDDY.. whom is names MONKEY!! dont ask y.. THANKS U GUYS!! LOVE U LOTS.. it took half of my bed tho.. d upper half.. lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVRjrYaNI/AAAAAAAAANg/u5zJBVRdZDM/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146300759324256466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tVRjrYaNI/AAAAAAAAANg/u5zJBVRdZDM/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (tats me n monkey... hehehehehehe..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after midvalley trip.. WEDNESDAY.. 19th... after class.. was chatting wif jul.. n both of us were equally bored. hence we randomly suggested we go mall.. 1st choice was midvalley.. but since i went yday.. we decided to IKEA and CURVE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tUJzrYaEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CarQ0pkB5EY/s1600-h/Re-exposure+of+DSC03451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146299526668642370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tUJzrYaEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CarQ0pkB5EY/s320/Re-exposure+of+DSC03451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (curve's the street's REINDEERS!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tUKDrYaFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aiRVyvOg8BU/s1600-h/Re-exposure+of+Rotation+of+DSC03444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146299530963609682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tUKDrYaFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aiRVyvOg8BU/s320/Re-exposure+of+Rotation+of+DSC03444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Snowy cottage in d middle hall...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tUKDrYaGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fJYYOSVNddA/s1600-h/DSC03447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146299530963609698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tUKDrYaGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fJYYOSVNddA/s320/DSC03447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (snowman + white sand + trees + reindeers.. VERY pretty..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tUKDrYaHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u7FJJXeGI_0/s1600-h/DSC03448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146299530963609714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tUKDrYaHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u7FJJXeGI_0/s320/DSC03448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (camwhored.. ekekekekekekek..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTlzrYZ_I/AAAAAAAAALw/QQH8jpxMeZU/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146298908193351666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTlzrYZ_I/AAAAAAAAALw/QQH8jpxMeZU/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (an almost-full image of d view..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTlzrYaAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tIV2IsH65hM/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146298908193351682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTlzrYaAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tIV2IsH65hM/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (me.. with one of the random xmas tree in front of a shop which i forgot wat.. lol..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTmDrYaCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JCZBhxD_8E0/s1600-h/Re-exposure+of+DSC03445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146298912488319010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTmDrYaCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JCZBhxD_8E0/s320/Re-exposure+of+DSC03445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (went back to d cottage.. took anoter pic from a diff view.. hehehehe..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTmDrYaDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/aLk7M7Wwrh4/s1600-h/Re-exposure+of+DSC03450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146298912488319026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTmDrYaDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/aLk7M7Wwrh4/s320/Re-exposure+of+DSC03450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (intended to take wif d reindeer.. can c ar? can c ar? d brown patch the.. tats d deer.. ehehhe..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tS0DrYZ8I/AAAAAAAAALY/NPKbFX2n7UE/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146298053494859714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tS0DrYZ8I/AAAAAAAAALY/NPKbFX2n7UE/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (after tat.. we went MPH.. n reli RELI took our time looking thru cookbooks.. recipe is small.. so kinda reli very blur.. its FRIED HONEY CHICKEN WINGS!!! YUM!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tSrzrYZ7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/UFIIxnpHRe0/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146297911760938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tSrzrYZ7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/UFIIxnpHRe0/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (NIKE deco!!! d rite side bear is d nice one.. not d left one.. its originally drawn by ppl.. lol..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then.. our feet reli reli hurt due to excessive hours of walking in SISSY shoes.. cudnt stand it.. so we went FOS n bot japanese slipper.. n we made a mess when trying out slippers.. we tried ALOT... bot wat we want n changed to them str8 away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146298178048911314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tS7TrYZ9I/AAAAAAAAALg/pvDq6oexvzk/s320/DSC03454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Jul's... polkadots slipper... she loves it..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tSmjrYZ6I/AAAAAAAAALI/H3XbEDEVGmg/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146297821566625698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tSmjrYZ6I/AAAAAAAAALI/H3XbEDEVGmg/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (mine.. my purple slipper.. 'banana mood'.. LOL..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;den.. DINNERED @ Vivo.. was nice.. service was gud.. but d nx customer wif 2 headaching kids made us ran out fast after dinner.. lol.. den thr were countdown for snow to fall.. tried to take it.. but cant c...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tScTrYZ5I/AAAAAAAAALA/iWOxIYDXAm4/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146297645472966546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tScTrYZ5I/AAAAAAAAALA/iWOxIYDXAm4/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(they r FOAMS actualy.. bubbles la.. its very aromatic too.. lol.. we went towards it too.. lol.. its breezy.. kids were very very very excited.. LOL..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tSWDrYZ4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2YLXjktZnu4/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146297538098784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tSWDrYZ4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2YLXjktZnu4/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (cineleisure image from far.. in pic is not nice.. go c.. then u can c how gud d atmosphere is tat time..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146298345552635874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tTFDrYZ-I/AAAAAAAAALo/5DKMvLdpQFo/s320/Rotation+of+DSC03455.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (me.. texting in vivo.. waiting for food.. n made a ballooned cheek.. candided by jul!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n thr u go.. hehehe.. yday? thursday was a public holiday.. went curve again... wif ashley ken n zetch this time.. wait til i get d pics 1st la ya.. wil update again..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAAAA~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-3398423931453706523?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/3398423931453706523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/3398423931453706523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/12/bdays-xmas-outings.html' title='BDaYS + XMaS ouTiNGS~'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2tcBDrYaoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vgaaODF1T_Q/s72-c/IMG_0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-9089840122207819894</id><published>2007-12-14T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:22.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STuCK.. (=.=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today: friday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;classes: 8.30am - 10.30am lecture.. 1pm - 2pm tutorial..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tute.. stayed in uni.. had no choice.. m stuck here.. weather was beautiful this morning..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143734653803849554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2I3ajrYZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NybztJrZekk/s320/ist2_68451_sunny_clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hence umbrella was not in my mind.. rain was pouring down like as tho a huge water tank burst up in heaven.. yes.. im exaggerating.. im bored.. ntg to do in library.. had to wait for hsemate to save me.. her classes? lecture at 12-2 and tute 3-4.. n she had no lecture today.. so she came late.. i hav to rot in uni til 4pm.. aint tat swell.. sigh.. its such a nice weather to slp in.. n here i m.. clabbing.. time now? 3.51pm.. rain? yes.. it stopped.. mite as well stay for another 10 mins for hsemate.. having a 2.5hours break n 2hours of getting trap here.. 10 mins dont make any difference d.. lol.. yup~ sigh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current weather report: stil sucky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143733919364441906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2I2vzrYZzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_kQuK6mCYnw/s320/raining.jpg" border="0" /&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/3674509326191339950-9089840122207819894?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/9089840122207819894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/9089840122207819894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/12/stuck.html' title='STuCK.. (=.=)'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R2I3ajrYZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NybztJrZekk/s72-c/ist2_68451_sunny_clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4652146771337673409</id><published>2007-12-03T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:25.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GeTTiNG uP.. FiGHTiNG BaCK..</title><content type='html'>ok.. mia for d past few days.. to cut things short.. this is how i was on d 29th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PETijcx3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/oFK8Sw2OG4Y/s1600-R/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139667439731918706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PETijcx3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/FVp45DBh_nQ/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(totally crushed)&lt;br /&gt;den this is how i was on d 30th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PEGijcx2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dOYHap1jxao/s1600-R/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139667216393619298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PEGijcx2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8CbriNjHnro/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(stil trying to accept..)&lt;br /&gt;this is wat i m currently.. n doing my best too.. cuz like.. tat cant go on forever rite.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PDySjcx1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LK_NhSNI0QY/s1600-R/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139666868501268306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PDySjcx1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Pb421UB_sh4/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (getting up.. Fighting back!!!! n GONNA OWN IT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. in btwn those dates.. i went aunt's house n play around wif her baking stuf.. n i get to try out to make this glutinous rice ball.. hehehehehehe.. (jazz... they hav sweetened crushed peanuts inside).. d prove i DID try to make it.. this is d pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PDkCjcx0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/MG3B_BhhP0I/s1600-R/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139666623688132418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PDkCjcx0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ps9KAUcJJIE/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OUTCOME!! *^^* (proud moment.. plus background music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PDSSjcxzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RntZt1ygfbI/s1600-R/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139666318745454386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PDSSjcxzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EcNz2qFCugU/s320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. after tat day.. nx day i went out wif vi.. ate yogur berry.. was my 1st try.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PDIijcxyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/256fOS_ygxo/s1600-R/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139666151241729826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PDIijcxyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/r4coeF7xJPI/s320/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wat i ordered.. its a set.. it came wif this red bean fish biscuit.. hehehehe.. like japanese's.. n i can choose 3 random toppings for my yogurt... heehhehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PCpSjcxxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x69tm9LWH7g/s1600-R/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139665614370817810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PCpSjcxxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/W-EO1ToTa-Q/s320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Vi's....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PCfyjcxwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TK6Xox_Q1Ak/s1600-R/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139665451162060546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PCfyjcxwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ij-SWUJcAjc/s320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating.. went for some xmas window shop to c wat we can think of buying.. we stopped immediately when we saw this cute japanese triangular rice ball (onigiri) keychain.. n came up wif this tot of buying 3 of d same kind (thr were oni 3 of each food..) n one wil b Julie's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PCMCjcxvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XJqGdfozx4o/s1600-R/05.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139665111859644146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PCMCjcxvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sYRUNITgdbY/s320/05.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is how it looked like.. lol.. aint it adorableeee.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PBwCjcxuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9q-ZG44hvB0/s1600-R/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139664630823306978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PBwCjcxuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FPP9p61q6Vg/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then.. in d same kiosk.. also among d food category keychain.. thrs this tofu handphone hanger n JAZZ came into my head.. lol.. tats her.. tats how evil look she is.... kekekeke.. /gg JAZZ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PBeijcxtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/araf5mqmnqc/s1600-R/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139664330175596242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PBeijcxtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-7RdaLxtPQc/s320/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. no la.. she is an 'innocent' girl ok~ this is her.. she kinda looks like elsa rite.. lol.. (jule n vi.. elsa is my biz law lecturer.. not d elsa elsa u know.. hehehehehe..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PBTSjcxsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KyqguYPXrm8/s1600-R/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139664136902067906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PBTSjcxsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CNwO5fTWvII/s320/02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how her tofu looks like.. NOTE TO JAZZ: PLEASE DONT BREAK IT!! lol.. so far all ur hangers did not survive long.. i dont care.. u better keep this properly... not keep.. use it properly... or els... nyek nyek nyek (sinister music-ed background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PAJSjcxrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/J9f06UIYNdE/s1600-R/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139662865591748274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PAJSjcxrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8CxKgYMgB68/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tats about it.. more xmas gifts to get... hehehehehehehe.. ho ho ho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days 2 go for KL flight: give or take 8 days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingles~~~~~&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/3674509326191339950-4652146771337673409?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4652146771337673409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4652146771337673409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-up-fighting-back.html' title='GeTTiNG uP.. FiGHTiNG BaCK..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R1PETijcx3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/FVp45DBh_nQ/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4777017645403166782</id><published>2007-11-26T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:25.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YuM~</title><content type='html'>ok.. having 2 think bout fud whole day today n having a craving for egg cheese n bacon.. i kinda like randomly tot of mixing them together.. n thr u go.. my parmessan cheesed omelette bacon.. hehehehehe... hey.. i can cuk k.. *proud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0qz5LPEkiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Q3j-dEHyq84/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137116119819391522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0qz5LPEkiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Q3j-dEHyq84/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway done.. at least d bottom is done.. top is not.. lol..it looked pretty din it.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0qzobPEkhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TVO3lv4eQjo/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137115832056582674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0qzobPEkhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TVO3lv4eQjo/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its done.. yes.. its messed up.. tats wat happen if u're a skilless omelette flipper.. yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result: was definitely yummy (kinda stil lack of salt tho.. smirk) wel.. at least mom n dad liked it.. *proud moment again*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thr u go.. told u i can cook. kekeke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-4777017645403166782?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4777017645403166782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4777017645403166782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/11/yum.html' title='YuM~'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0qz5LPEkiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Q3j-dEHyq84/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4063593365451683517</id><published>2007-11-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:28.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DaYouT..</title><content type='html'>yesterday was kinda like a family outing thingy.. hehehe.. hence.. i shal start by introducing mom n dad.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mSdLPEkdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C-MgAisCtGo/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136797879922627026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mSdLPEkdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C-MgAisCtGo/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mSvrPEkeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HZ2VGY4SnEg/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136798197750206946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mSvrPEkeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HZ2VGY4SnEg/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is mom.. in d 1st pic.. she acted silly when i sed i wanna take her pic.. i took it.. she saw it.. she was complaining.. hence.. took d 2nd one.. kinda blurry.. still she complained.. lol... but eventually.. her dotter did not care n got a whoop in d butt.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mR7bPEkcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ex1haYHfr-k/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136797300102042050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mR7bPEkcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ex1haYHfr-k/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is dedi, a new retiree.. his hair? lol.. its genetically like tat.. 3 of my other uncles (dad is d eldest) r getting whiter too.. fortunately its only in d male's blood.. in tat pic.. he was FORCED to smile.. he was like "errrgghh... hurry up.. nah nah nah.. eeeee" *snap..* tats his fav little seat n he is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tele enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at home.. notice d remote in his hand? yup..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rite.. we went out whole day.. went shopping for mom's stuf.. she went highly excited.. for an exchange of wallet.. she bot me this new body glove one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mS9LPEkfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/P73uSCpK2Dg/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136798429678440946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mS9LPEkfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/P73uSCpK2Dg/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yum~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a reli long walk (dad was complaining) i brot them to this kopitiam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mRDrPEkaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wFR0uyAg88Y/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136796342324335010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mRDrPEkaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wFR0uyAg88Y/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom LOVES this place.. she sed d place is just like how it used to b when she was young.. n here she got excited of d little tea cups.. n the pattern on them.. i was asked to take a gud picture of it.. d poses for d cups? were done by MOM n DAD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mRbbPEkbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d0IZgLGzYJY/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136796750346228146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mRbbPEkbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d0IZgLGzYJY/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;den a few more walks n we r redi 2 go home.. d deco for d mall is pretty nice in reality.. not in pictures... its silvery white n glittering blue n all.. below wil b d 'day' look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mQZ7PEkZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JBzFqHAkwXc/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136795625064796562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mQZ7PEkZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JBzFqHAkwXc/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here r some of d 'night' looks.. its reli breathtaking if u can c it for urself.. alot of ppl were taking pictures in front of tat place.. was jam tat time.. lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mQMLPEkYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/M6pvxPYsMyQ/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136795388841595266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mQMLPEkYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/M6pvxPYsMyQ/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;d tiny tree n d chrismassy stand r very adorable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mP9LPEkXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-vhCdLu_l1o/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136795131143557490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mP9LPEkXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-vhCdLu_l1o/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here is d front part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mPkrPEkWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NOrl2KqytY4/s1600-h/Image111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136794710236762466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mPkrPEkWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NOrl2KqytY4/s320/Image111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;full body look.. d hanging lights r shimering n glittering n blinking.. hehehe.. its bluish white.. looked like diamond up close..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of a summarized one day.. ^^*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3674509326191339950-4063593365451683517?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4063593365451683517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4063593365451683517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/11/dayout.html' title='DaYouT..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0mSdLPEkdI/AAAAAAAAAHc/C-MgAisCtGo/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-4887699858495428967</id><published>2007-11-23T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:28.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeaR You..</title><content type='html'>gurl.. this is for u.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0W8t7PEkQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5jTe_Z62chE/s1600-h/enc5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135718447266959618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0W8t7PEkQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5jTe_Z62chE/s320/enc5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just chill oryte? u made ur choice d.. thrs ntg to b regretful about.. jz forget bout it n move on.. it will b normal again.. it actualy did not worth d tears.. thr r stil many other better options.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0XBgLPEkUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qmzkk1vLW2E/s1600-h/1126082218_1d9076ef4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135723708601897282" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0XBgLPEkUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qmzkk1vLW2E/s320/1126082218_1d9076ef4c.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wil b by u.. we love u.. dont keep it inside.. tell us if thrs anything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-T-&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/3674509326191339950-4887699858495428967?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4887699858495428967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/4887699858495428967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-you.html' title='DeaR You..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0W8t7PEkQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5jTe_Z62chE/s72-c/enc5.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-8107054514594473412</id><published>2007-11-23T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:29.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWooSH..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;this morning.. (22nd Nov, Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;status:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Wyr7PEkPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XJnCr01Rwos/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135707417790943474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Wyr7PEkPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XJnCr01Rwos/s320/untitled.bmp" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause (yesterday):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0WvV7PEkKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3Xsg4IK1nZM/s1600-h/155406168_c453f2cd98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135703741298938018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0WvV7PEkKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3Xsg4IK1nZM/s320/155406168_c453f2cd98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evening...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;status:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0WxA7PEkMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7Z4_6lVPNJk/s1600-h/headache.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135705579544940738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0WxA7PEkMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7Z4_6lVPNJk/s320/headache.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;traditional cure:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step 1:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0WxmbPEkNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7E5c8yV0wSg/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135706223790035154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0WxmbPEkNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7E5c8yV0wSg/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step 2: roll is around d head, face, neck, body n arms.. (whr painful cuz of the 'wind' in d body..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step 3: peel skin.. roll again.. till egg is cold..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step 4: result (if thr is wind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Wx3LPEkOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OFbrv1Dr_JM/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135706511552844002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Wx3LPEkOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OFbrv1Dr_JM/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c d tiny spots n pimples? n d darker shade around d yolk?.. yup.. sign of wind.. bad stuf.. lol..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doctor&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n wil continue tmr.. wahahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ta~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3674509326191339950-8107054514594473412?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/8107054514594473412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/8107054514594473412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/11/swoosh.html' title='SWooSH..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Wyr7PEkPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XJnCr01Rwos/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-7115440526137586007</id><published>2007-11-22T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:32.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eVeNTFuL..</title><content type='html'>20th n 21st nov were definitely eventful for me.. (i dont think i set d blog time correctly.. kinda screwed i think.. its 22nd nov now.. hour 0016.. hehehe.. after a week of staying @ home.. w/o further crappin' intro.. here u go (note: post is specially dedicated to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LIZA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who 'demanded' 4 an update due to boredom..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RsUrPEj5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/hq6MLtJHNaE/s1600-h/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135348577568329618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RsUrPEj5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/hq6MLtJHNaE/s320/me3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th was rainy.. n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ANAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. called around noon n suggested dinner in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bella italia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RcjbPEjxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PI1WMLO3PyM/s1600-h/anand.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rso7PEj6I/AAAAAAAAADA/G3OUj3opbHk/s1600-h/anand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135348925460680610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rso7PEj6I/AAAAAAAAADA/G3OUj3opbHk/s320/anand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around b4 7pm (happy hour price was over after tat time.. it was only when i set my foot in d restaurant i knew.. lol..) anyway.. called tiong.. eunice.. and steve voo.. n only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;VOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can make it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rs2rPEj7I/AAAAAAAAADI/HD5X-rI1cMA/s1600-h/vu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135349161683881906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rs2rPEj7I/AAAAAAAAADI/HD5X-rI1cMA/s320/vu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RfZ7PEjzI/AAAAAAAAACI/hxEWZ7T9Ykk/s1600-h/vu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway.. food was like always.. YUMMY!!.. managed to snapped nand's carbonara.. missed my salmone spag n voo's spag bolognaise (we kinda dug in d food n spoiled d deco b4 we realise i wanna take pics of them..).. after our main meal.. we ordered pan pizza.. pepperoni!!!! WOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RhQLPEj0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/KC6zVi-XqY8/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RiPrPEj1I/AAAAAAAAACY/Cf452p77cYs/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RtNLPEj8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Rw7hcdURuGQ/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135349548230938562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RtNLPEj8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Rw7hcdURuGQ/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RtnLPEj9I/AAAAAAAAADY/1HtbHI5Ss38/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135349994907537362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RtnLPEj9I/AAAAAAAAADY/1HtbHI5Ss38/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner.. went for a walk (a killing walk due to d sissy shoes..) in d mall (whr we met our ex-chemistry-teacher..).. walked around n looked at gifts n phones n stuf n around an hour.. left for another eating outing.. lol.. went liong cha pou (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JAZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. tat means herbal-tea shop thru direct translation.. n d drinks r not necessarily bitter.. hehehe..).. but sad too.. FORGOT TO TAKE PIC!!! ARGH!! hence.. wil end this '20th' short.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st.. traditional shopping spree with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;VIVIENNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RmL7PEj2I/AAAAAAAAACg/E0y0OD-jlfc/s1600-h/edited+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rt9rPEj-I/AAAAAAAAADg/OYy8sJerkmQ/s1600-h/edited+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135350381454594018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rt9rPEj-I/AAAAAAAAADg/OYy8sJerkmQ/s320/edited+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;currently sticking her tongue out when picture taken, smsing, reading n trying to keep me stil on my seat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our spree usually starts in d morning plus breakfast.. it was a raining morning like usual.. n since we were too early (8.30am.. malls were not open then) we went &lt;strong&gt;STARBUCKS&lt;/strong&gt; for a little drink n letting time pass.. den we walked to d 1st mall n practically roamed around from floor to floor.. top to bottom.. in n out.. n then lunch time came (stil raining).. went TIMES 2 look for celina for lunch together gether.. ate in &lt;strong&gt;FISH &amp;amp; CO&lt;/strong&gt;.. was simply filling n YUMMY!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ordered calamari n celina some spiced fries n me d famous fish n chip + tartar sauce which was absolutely mouth watering.. (fortunately.. this time i got d pics.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RoZ7PEj3I/AAAAAAAAACo/UNqi2DlLWEs/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RuOrPEj_I/AAAAAAAAADo/V8VerQP0TZM/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135350673512370162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RuOrPEj_I/AAAAAAAAADo/V8VerQP0TZM/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co., Seafood in a pan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RuorPEkAI/AAAAAAAAADw/Tik0PzdaiL4/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135351120188968962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RuorPEkAI/AAAAAAAAADw/Tik0PzdaiL4/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RpQLPEj4I/AAAAAAAAACw/rnxu5BmuraU/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d ouh-so-adorable tray.. fish-bone like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Ru6LPEkBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UzaWWEl_e3Y/s1600-h/Calamari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135351420836679698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Ru6LPEkBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UzaWWEl_e3Y/s320/Calamari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calamari.. yummilicious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rvd7PEkCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AsckUHU-XjI/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135352035017003042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rvd7PEkCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AsckUHU-XjI/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my fish n chips + cream cheese..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating.. definitely more shopping.. dis time 2 d 2nd mall n i bought this &lt;strong&gt;BODY GLOVE&lt;/strong&gt; wallet.. (which is now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s.. LOL..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RwlrPEkDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GBksMOUxX00/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135353267672617010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RwlrPEkDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GBksMOUxX00/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.. we walked few kilometres to d 3rd mall + soaking wet.. (drizzling).. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;VI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bought these few reli adorable gift boxes for her xmas gifts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RxDbPEkEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ftwLkekElm8/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135353778773725250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RxDbPEkEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ftwLkekElm8/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vivienne is addicted to clovers.. (dunno y.. obsessed.. keke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n went for a light tea-time.. blueberry sponge cake + iced mocha (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JAZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!) for me n hot milo for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RxmrPEkFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pjdmKfLBPfE/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135354384364114002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RxmrPEkFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pjdmKfLBPfE/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n after tat around 4.30pm.. rain was superly pouring down like nobody's business.. basically we were running n splashing back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s taekwando studio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rx-rPEkGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UVxE4qoUoko/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135354796680974434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rx-rPEkGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UVxE4qoUoko/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d car is very adorable.. was planning to show d splashing n depth of water when d car turned out to b cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my jeans r practically dripping wet n water was reli splashing hard on us.. LOL.. umbrella was useless then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rya7PEkHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MJvGL4iNrkg/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135355282012278898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0Rya7PEkHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MJvGL4iNrkg/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather update: (5.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RzVrPEkII/AAAAAAAAAEw/RuXxbBijDqY/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135356291329593474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RzVrPEkII/AAAAAAAAAEw/RuXxbBijDqY/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio~ ^^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-7115440526137586007?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/7115440526137586007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/7115440526137586007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/11/20th-n-21st-nov-were-definitely.html' title='eVeNTFuL..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0RsUrPEj5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/hq6MLtJHNaE/s72-c/me3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674509326191339950.post-1613965298024147925</id><published>2007-11-20T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:20:34.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoLY MaTRiMoNY..</title><content type='html'>having mentioned in the title.. its pretty clear what this post will be about.. being a first post.. there should be a proper introduction of the author herself.. but.. i shall post bout this instead.. cuz.. i dunno.. its more special i guess.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. 19th November 2007 was a special date for my distant-aunt, whom, is only like about 5-6 years older than me.. she's an orphan.. who got adopted by my widowed grand-aunt whom was childless.. she, then, was taken care of by a few of my other grand aunts.. who treated her quite badly since she is not from the original bloodline.. she went from a rough child.. to a problematic one.. n went right again.. she found her suitable religion she is comfortable with n fell in love with a guy whom she had no idea will be her future husband.. her mother was on her dying bed when she peacefully told her that the guy will take care of her n told her mom not to worry bout her.. her mom then.. went peacefully.. n there she was.. just yesterday.. tying her knot.. with d man she loves n care for n who does d same towards her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh.. sounded dam serious like tat.. lol.. anyway.. a day b4 d wedding.. thr was a reunion dinner or some sort.. my aunt came over to my uncle's place.. ok.. everyone came.. so like.. we had a little reunion n stuf.. had a feast.. ate 'tong yuen' (jazz.. tats d tiny sticky ball chinese usually eat during chinese new year or special occasion.. remember? hehehe..).. n den relaxed for d nite.. d best thing was.. i was sitting at one side looking out towards d living room.. its a pretty adorable sight.. everyone was thr (ok.. not everyone.. half of them r in d kitchen n a handful outside smoking..).. they were debatting n discussing n REALLY hooked n got glued to the television set n d program which was showing.. channel 703 AFC.. 24/7 food channel.. LOL.. they were discussing bout food.. n d expressions they gave when it looked yucky or when it looked nice.. n bursts of laughters.. i dunno how to say it.. but den its a very happy sight to see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0HKR7PEjkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GMrob0i4bQg/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J8dLPEjqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XzHkqQSPITI/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134803365829840546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J8dLPEjqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XzHkqQSPITI/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my camera has a small frame.. cant take d whole place.. lol.. n tats channel 703.. cooking channel..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everyone went home late.. n is definitely looking forward for tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote: we care more for our friends than our relatives.. maybe because we can choose them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. that is true.. to some.. this will b very true.. but in mine.. thr may be little scruff n family-politics issues going around.. backstabbing n gossips n misunderstandings.. but when thrs anything in need of a complete set of helping hands.. they r definitely tightly thr.. which is pretty cool.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th november 2007.. in d morning.. i got dragged awake by mom.. got ready.. went breakfast.. dimsum.. PAO!!! YUM!! finaly.. i can eat nice food.. anyway.. after dimming.. went shopping for mami's dinner dress and my sissy shoes (hey.. i cant possibly wear flip flops to a wedding dinner rite... lol..).. mom's dress was very adorable (forgot to take pic of it.. hehe..).. n her dotter bot 2 pairs of sissy shoes.. one of them looked like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0HNHLPEjlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pF4DRG9ySkk/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J9yrPEjsI/AAAAAAAAABM/WCjKvDfWZmE/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134804834708655810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J9yrPEjsI/AAAAAAAAABM/WCjKvDfWZmE/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its not wooden..hehehe..its d wine cork kinda material thingy..yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nite.. ok.. evening.. around 6.30pm.. we got ready n met up wif d others at d lobby of the resort.. n den d newly weds made their grand entrance around 7.45pm n they waltz in front of the ballroom stage.. around 8pm.. we started eating.. (YUMMM!!! drool..) in between eating.. thr were performances, mainly singing, dedicated to the newly weds.. my aunt performed towards d end.. her voice was definitely melodious.. d short video clip of her wedding ceremony in her church n d time she got ready in her bridal gown n d time d groom came in.. on his knee.. kissed her on her forehead n their blissful looks were simply inspiring.. their pictures were beautiful.. she wasnt much of a beauty (sorry) but she is definitely stunning in those pictures n tat nite.. thr was a glow in her face.. hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0HPkrPEjmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BOdoR_Zb9to/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J9XbPEjrI/AAAAAAAAABE/YOS4TPdYA34/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134804366557220530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J9XbPEjrI/AAAAAAAAABE/YOS4TPdYA34/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture used in d wedding invitations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food was simply delicous.. they toasted with wine too.. ok.. not they.. all of us.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0HQ-LPEjnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BsR2ftScaGg/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J-zrPEjuI/AAAAAAAAABc/a30eTe6H0OA/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134805951400152802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J-zrPEjuI/AAAAAAAAABc/a30eTe6H0OA/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yummmmmmm ssssseeeeennnngggg~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after toasting.. thr was a grammy award event look alike.. lol.. d newly weds gave out bouquets of flowers to the family who helped out alot to show their appreciation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J-X7PEjtI/AAAAAAAAABU/iExiYqvNpFw/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134805474658782930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J-X7PEjtI/AAAAAAAAABU/iExiYqvNpFw/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0HVUbPEjpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4OJX4cEn1gw/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"ah mother in law.. come up la.. jia nyiang.. come come.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. after tat.. it was d end of d whole event d.. hehehe.. but a little dedication to aunt carol..n new uncle lewis.. hehehehe.. may u two hav d bestest happy ever after in ur life.. kisses to u both.. hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J_H7PEjvI/AAAAAAAAABk/m91n74pyWfo/s1600-h/weddings_pic10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134806299292503794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J_H7PEjvI/AAAAAAAAABk/m91n74pyWfo/s320/weddings_pic10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0HVC7PEjoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Fqhp7h8joD4/s1600-h/weddings_pic10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674509326191339950-1613965298024147925?l=chrissiewong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/1613965298024147925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674509326191339950/posts/default/1613965298024147925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissiewong.blogspot.com/2007/11/having-mentioned-in-title.html' title='HoLY MaTRiMoNY..'/><author><name>CHRiSSie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09323597444043352579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R4CktDrYcII/AAAAAAAAAc4/NT6kr1zrXY0/S220/DSC03490.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2RywIqNJx8Y/R0J8dLPEjqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XzHkqQSPITI/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
