<?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-1767237510910010501</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:16:43.978+08:00</updated><category term='About ME'/><title type='text'>Crimson of one Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2937852277089956178</id><published>2010-10-08T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:26:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TK75SIjtUaI/AAAAAAAACGE/mZOyoGr-yp4/s1600/couple-holding-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TK75SIjtUaI/AAAAAAAACGE/mZOyoGr-yp4/s320/couple-holding-hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525627882760393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Knowing his past is my present now.&lt;/span&gt; It will never be out of my mind until I really learn to forgive and forget about it. It will not be easy, the long, winding, narrow and cross roads I still need to learn more about him and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We took a long time apart, it was killing us silently and everything starts slipping away slowly but it is time we both start to compromise and be more patient.&lt;/span&gt; With all that is going on, internship in Penang, I am giving this relationship a 3 month trial to see how things goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I don't like the way I talk to you at times, I hate that part of me. I learned to speak to you more like a child cause your sensitive at times. You need constant attention and care when we are alone, you like that, I did not know that. But I love constant care and love even if people are around, I am not shy in loving you even if people might look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes love hurts but it is the pain that makes us live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;There always be room for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt; to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Constantly letting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;If love &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt;, it will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/StEvEn/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2937852277089956178?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2937852277089956178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2937852277089956178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2937852277089956178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2937852277089956178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/10/learning-to-grow.html' title='Learning to grow'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TK75SIjtUaI/AAAAAAAACGE/mZOyoGr-yp4/s72-c/couple-holding-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4500273747528863492</id><published>2010-09-25T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:53:45.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Limit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kettle is boiling, still boiling. . . .  I hear it whistle at the peak of the sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then, in a flash it blew up.... All over! The splash left marks and scars around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It will take me days, weeks or even months to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It will be some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It will be tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It ain't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Especially going through it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My love is not to be played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart is not just an icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My state of mind is not to be bruised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My trustworthy has been tainted. I don't forgive easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Something must be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Something must be fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I am not like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I am smarter.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I am loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In every way that I am proud of myself, cause I handle things far more better than the person I knew you once were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-4500273747528863492?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4500273747528863492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4500273747528863492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4500273747528863492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4500273747528863492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/09/limit.html' title='The Limit.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-8852034935100172591</id><published>2010-09-22T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:35:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over it? Not quite there yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TJnarJ4GTNI/AAAAAAAACF8/L7254wXCb-s/s1600/cayman-islands_802476c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 598px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TJnarJ4GTNI/AAAAAAAACF8/L7254wXCb-s/s400/cayman-islands_802476c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519683253239696594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Apart of me still feels very sorry for you that I still can't get over this and the other part just feels like you should feel sorry for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My first time, oh god it's my first time feeling like this. I never held such a fear, a pain and a betrayal so badly that it actually numbed my whole body and my mental state of mind. Everyday I wake up is a battle to keep things right, not thinking about it is a challenge. It goes over and over and over again in my head, recalling all the best and bad times when I thought you were nothing like them. I always had my doubts but I will always make this thoughts go away and try to think positive. The thought that had made us come so far, made us where we are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The answers were convincing but not convincing to the point where I can rest my mind out of it. Maybe that is not the answer I have been looking for cause there are still bumps and lumps of questions here and there. What really did happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know, I am not a very forgiving person. I do not trust people easily and yet hard to forgive when the trust is broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I have never held my heart so high for anyone else, not even for myself. I gave all mine to the one I love. I am trying to forgive and forget about whatever that has happen, but is it that easy to forget? I remember everything that had gone wrong since I was 5 years old, how can I ever forget something that just happened so sudden like a slap in the face to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It is not easy, but I am trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Be patience with my questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;be patience with my doubts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;be patience with my weak heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I have been hurt long before you knew me, It was like a stab in the chest when every night the tears of pain rolled down my cheeks. It was never a pretty sight, it was something that I have to live with. So will you be patience with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I hate this lonely nights whenever all this thoughts comes to me and I have no one to hold on. No one to even confide in my aching heart. I reached out to people that cared most of me, I reached out to find an answer but the answer had been answered that I will have to tough this one out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dig a hole and bury what is left, a past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be here, be there, be every where you wish to be&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Take my heart with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TJnamcSj2lI/AAAAAAAACF0/CxmU74jomtk/s1600/caribbeans-scuba-diving-06-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TJnamcSj2lI/AAAAAAAACF0/CxmU74jomtk/s320/caribbeans-scuba-diving-06-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519683172283177554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Something I would love to try doing, but I have a fear of diving into another world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-8852034935100172591?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/8852034935100172591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=8852034935100172591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8852034935100172591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8852034935100172591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/09/over-it-not-quite-there-yet.html' title='Over it? Not quite there yet.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TJnarJ4GTNI/AAAAAAAACF8/L7254wXCb-s/s72-c/cayman-islands_802476c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7065215988131978139</id><published>2010-08-26T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:44:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The day started without any plans or even to make any plans to celebrate my birthday. Everything happen so randomly and the happiest moment when he told me his on his way to see me. Contend, how can I not be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I love korean food. So do they.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Happy korean birthday celebration without any cake, I don't mind, I'm too shy to stand infront of my birthday cake while a mass of humans sings happy birthday song to me. For 3 years  straight, there was always someone celebrating her birthday along with me. Except for last year, I celebrated my birthday in Langkawi with close buddies but with him away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So this birthday is the best by far, just close friends, food and love. What I actually wished for the day before whilst in my cubicle.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/THVE7RlX07I/AAAAAAAACE0/I9bfjJ7bcwE/s1600/DSC04937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/THVE7RlX07I/AAAAAAAACE0/I9bfjJ7bcwE/s400/DSC04937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509385504280794034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;His first time meeting my college mates and cha cha's indon friends. He likes them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/THVEwzPMfEI/AAAAAAAACEs/RSqLWuO4fVk/s1600/DSC04934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/THVEwzPMfEI/AAAAAAAACEs/RSqLWuO4fVk/s400/DSC04934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509385324336020546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I like how candid this picture is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/THVEmPpT3DI/AAAAAAAACEk/MFXBrunBi5Y/s1600/DSC04899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/THVEmPpT3DI/AAAAAAAACEk/MFXBrunBi5Y/s320/DSC04899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509385142983187506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thanks boo for coming down to see me just for one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I appreciate all the things and gifts you did and got for me. Every little thing counts for me, no matter how big or small, it's the thought that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I will remember this birthday till the day I'm 6'ft under. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-7065215988131978139?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7065215988131978139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7065215988131978139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7065215988131978139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7065215988131978139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-20th.html' title='My 20th'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/THVE7RlX07I/AAAAAAAACE0/I9bfjJ7bcwE/s72-c/DSC04937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4429596782311853154</id><published>2010-08-17T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:49:09.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 2 O coming up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My days in college has been fun, crazy, noisy, tiring, unhappy, sad, angry and of course Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am a few days away from my birthday!! The BIG 2 and O together, I am not sad and well it does not effect me either but I want to do something before my birthday. Now I am not talking about doing the " 20 things to do before turning 20", I just want to do something fun and socialize. And that longing came true today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A few friends of mine came into our class and ask me " Oh Kristi, you drink beer right?" with a smirk on his face, my face GLOW and said "yeaaaa...:)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I never had a big outing with college mates ever since I've been in college. Yea how lame right? I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Oh I heard there will be Hoegarden.. like the MEGA HUGE size pint glass.. awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I know I sound like a pathetic bimbo deprived of alcohol or something, but no no and yes.. I had one too little glass of alcohols with friends back in Penang it was not enough and neither was it that good, so I need some fun and beer in my life to keep me sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TGqB6rFmQVI/AAAAAAAACEc/6cGm8vZXlXM/s1600/KL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TGqB6rFmQVI/AAAAAAAACEc/6cGm8vZXlXM/s400/KL1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506356339412451666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Most of you may know I have been in a long-distance-relationship and I always get this question from friends, " How do you take it?" or "How do you both go trough it?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Partially I am not very sure myself how did I gone through it all and now going through it again is even worst than the last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The one whom initiate all this argument is I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It feels like I am being too demanding and well, too controlling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;He feels like he has done his best and is getting blame every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;He has done his best and I do appreciate every single thing, but somehow, I need something more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I like it when he does something when I don't need even need to tell him to, if I did, it will sound like I am being demanding or nagging! ~ That is happening now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So to tell or not to tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Maybe I should not talk, zip my mouth and seal it tight. For all the wrongful accusations and demands I did. I am sorry for not being understanding of your situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sometimes trying hard is TRYING TOO HARD in others eyes. Just don't do it. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-4429596782311853154?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4429596782311853154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4429596782311853154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4429596782311853154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4429596782311853154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-2-o-coming-up.html' title='The big 2 O coming up!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TGqB6rFmQVI/AAAAAAAACEc/6cGm8vZXlXM/s72-c/KL1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2549383958532464183</id><published>2010-08-06T01:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T07:50:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When planets collides.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Somehow I am still a young, immature, wounded girl who just wants to be held tightly and whispers coming to my ears saying.. "Everything will be okay, don't worry.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Everything seems to be going the other way round. Not how I wanted it to be, not ever how it should had been. Yes I am matured it seems in others eye, I solely play the role of a mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Maybe I had been to light on everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;maybe I had been taking everything so easy just so arguments go blind under the covers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;maybe I had let things slide pass me for too long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;maybe I had give too much and got back a little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;maybe time has passed and I am a little more needy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;maybe we just change as interdependency is less between one of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;maybe just maybe, MAYBE! I get to see a sight of you brings those other maybe's down from it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A person who receive little love when they were younger, bound to need more love but hides away from love. Solely to not get hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I never want to get hurt, but it takes some salt onto the wound to realize magnificent and horrible things bound to happen. When it clashes, storm waves occur and when everything is said and done, silence comes into the picture and brings harmony to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;To deal with such pain is like taking a blunt knife pierced through your chest bluntly yet forcefully right into the heart. The pain I feel, is always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It is there for so long, too long that now everything just comes out through all the slightest misfortunes moves into a big unfortunate event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Neither of us likes this part but it is said to help us to grow, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to love and feel loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2549383958532464183?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2549383958532464183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2549383958532464183&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2549383958532464183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2549383958532464183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-planets-collides.html' title='When planets collides.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2905980900555691344</id><published>2010-08-01T22:52:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:43:12.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Friends &amp; Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It has only been a week in college??? Felt like eternity with tight schedule, hectic and packed classes that leads till late evenings. Just loving being a college-rebellious student ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I love practical classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWMND6S-5I/AAAAAAAACCk/Ns-KOAL51lg/s1600/DSC04252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWMND6S-5I/AAAAAAAACCk/Ns-KOAL51lg/s400/DSC04252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500456675918936978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;With Cha cha..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWL-wqA4YI/AAAAAAAACCc/L4oNifY2QQU/s1600/DSC04259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWL-wqA4YI/AAAAAAAACCc/L4oNifY2QQU/s400/DSC04259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500456430232199554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving my presentation, took me so many tries till I got the right one. :)&lt;br /&gt;Cream puff with chocolate sauce, with almonds on the side and a sugar art that we randomly made, we burned the sugar though. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWLTolpkQI/AAAAAAAACCM/OCACEU8wxRs/s1600/DSC04262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWLTolpkQI/AAAAAAAACCM/OCACEU8wxRs/s400/DSC04262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455689332035842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Huge? Yea it is!! It felt like everyone can read what you type or read. So reading private message's here in college is a nono..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWLwH_uXDI/AAAAAAAACCU/2BH169CBJrw/s1600/DSC04274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWLwH_uXDI/AAAAAAAACCU/2BH169CBJrw/s400/DSC04274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500456178799238194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a long long time chickies, we finally meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWLIzVEosI/AAAAAAAACCE/DrBybcMsZog/s1600/DSC04279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWLIzVEosI/AAAAAAAACCE/DrBybcMsZog/s400/DSC04279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455503236735682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing better to do. KFC and stayover..Woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWK-cFcP-I/AAAAAAAACB8/wmNDWQMVB-Q/s1600/DSC04309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWK-cFcP-I/AAAAAAAACB8/wmNDWQMVB-Q/s400/DSC04309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455325198467042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luscious sweet red tomatoes! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWK3md6pHI/AAAAAAAACB0/B3esoE76lJI/s1600/DSC04296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWK3md6pHI/AAAAAAAACB0/B3esoE76lJI/s400/DSC04296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455207726392434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pandan coconut for lunch, sad I know. I realize I did not have a single straw at my cubicle when I wanted to drink it. Equally more sad, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWKui48jMI/AAAAAAAACBs/HaRYx-fPhXs/s1600/DSC04316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWKui48jMI/AAAAAAAACBs/HaRYx-fPhXs/s400/DSC04316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455052147199170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My diet starts now! Been having so much meat, TOO MUCH, I feel like a Carnivore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWKhjRXBrI/AAAAAAAACBk/hx-yInONnmc/s1600/DSC04326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWKhjRXBrI/AAAAAAAACBk/hx-yInONnmc/s320/DSC04326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500454828911298226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A cut cause by my paring knife. No I did not do it on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I have enough burns, bruises and cuts. Ughh.. and my hormones are getting f*** ed up now, pimples all over my foreheads like world war 3. Kill me, I hate zits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Anna said my skin looked dry here..:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Look at my cut not my skin..! lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2905980900555691344?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2905980900555691344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2905980900555691344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2905980900555691344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2905980900555691344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-friends-love.html' title='Food Friends &amp; Love.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFWMND6S-5I/AAAAAAAACCk/Ns-KOAL51lg/s72-c/DSC04252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-8137304289049200081</id><published>2010-07-28T20:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:41:25.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things I did back in Penang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I extended my stay back in Penang for an extra week be cause I was too reluctant to leave egghead behind. :( Now I'm back in my cubicle and is back to revising. I'm glad its college and not internship now. But 2nd week of college and we already have our internship briefing for our next internship on Oct 11 till 1 Jan 2011. GREAT huh..just GREAT. On 1st of JANUARY, Hello...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I miss my college buddies! I have not seen many of them for 3months plus! Pretty nice to be back to college and be lazy..but I have succumb to headaches this few days ever since I came back. I'm not sure what happen but it's just me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss him badly, is it wrong to miss him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can say we the time we've been together hardly hits 8 months, so to see him, it's like finding gold. It's precious and to treasure every moment is hard for us. His a workaholic and I'm still studying, time is precious for us and I just wish we have more time together. I know I want him more now then ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to sound desperate but I do need him. He brings out the best in me.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFArNlWDi7I/AAAAAAAACBc/zkXywpPa_6s/s1600/Copy+of+DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFArNlWDi7I/AAAAAAAACBc/zkXywpPa_6s/s320/Copy+of+DSC04125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498942657382288306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be wannabe photographer, I just love to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFArGZRxinI/AAAAAAAACBU/KicPrCB7OU8/s1600/DSC04059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFArGZRxinI/AAAAAAAACBU/KicPrCB7OU8/s400/DSC04059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498942533884021362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sunset bistro, wish my bestie's were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAq3IeseqI/AAAAAAAACBM/egKPR0kNGts/s1600/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAq3IeseqI/AAAAAAAACBM/egKPR0kNGts/s400/DSC04149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498942271676775074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ken from Thailand! One of egghead's college friend in Switzerland. I like him, his so funny and blur! His always smilling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAqj7UOjTI/AAAAAAAACBE/BwqEj-aD4AA/s1600/Copy+of+DSC04111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAqj7UOjTI/AAAAAAAACBE/BwqEj-aD4AA/s320/Copy+of+DSC04111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498941941725695282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew Jetty Char Koay Teow. I did gain from all this guilty indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAqVwJwC0I/AAAAAAAACA8/WyYDoyCDvsU/s1600/DSC04112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAqVwJwC0I/AAAAAAAACA8/WyYDoyCDvsU/s400/DSC04112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498941698210794306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what street is this call but I can tell you, not many people seen this street before, It's a place to take picture if some of you are interested in photography. It's somewhere near the Jetty Bomba station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAqAsVMYjI/AAAAAAAACA0/kVk162PfgKE/s1600/DSC04119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAqAsVMYjI/AAAAAAAACA0/kVk162PfgKE/s400/DSC04119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498941336407794226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at one of the Or Chien (fried oyster) and it was so good! It was crispy and delicious...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFApt_EiXZI/AAAAAAAACAs/naa7eeEAijo/s1600/DSC03957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFApt_EiXZI/AAAAAAAACAs/naa7eeEAijo/s320/DSC03957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498941015020690834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Egghead, doing what he do best. Fry eggs. Lol... Only he knows what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFApfqOAzwI/AAAAAAAACAk/IzPa216_GR4/s1600/DSC04168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFApfqOAzwI/AAAAAAAACAk/IzPa216_GR4/s400/DSC04168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498940768905121538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Vellu Villas! She practically ate half of my food, but I did not mind cause I could not finish it anyways. Its so spicy and big portion! I love it when my friends love what I (we) eat. Enjoying food together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFApPz4yi_I/AAAAAAAACAc/FGF6TvJ4L0E/s1600/DSC04188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFApPz4yi_I/AAAAAAAACAc/FGF6TvJ4L0E/s400/DSC04188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498940496622554098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At St.Anne.. Look at me! BLAH BLA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAo-BATDnI/AAAAAAAACAU/TC5hPB_mEOs/s1600/DSC04184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAo-BATDnI/AAAAAAAACAU/TC5hPB_mEOs/s400/DSC04184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498940190906060402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to climb on this bell tower, but I was not allowed. And he would not allow me to. If emkay was here, she be climbing it..LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAovv35_HI/AAAAAAAACAM/UP3oxBO10Xw/s1600/DSC04219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFAovv35_HI/AAAAAAAACAM/UP3oxBO10Xw/s400/DSC04219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498939945789291634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes back! The night before I left back to my cubicle. We had supper at Subaidah along with May and Egghead. Japanese cigarette smells so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I want to go back Penang in August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;But my schedule is so tight and we have replacement classes on Saturday due to the Hari Raya Holiday which is coming soon in September. Ughhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I need to go back and see my mum before she leaves to UK next month, see my aunty Sue and her family from UK, see Jessica before she leaves, see egghead and his family aunty Pat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh and my birthday is coming up, I'm hitting the BIG TWO ZERO, I should do something memorable?? All I want is a drink and a chat with THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anna, come back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-8137304289049200081?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/8137304289049200081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=8137304289049200081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8137304289049200081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8137304289049200081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/07/few-things-i-did-back-in-penang.html' title='A few things I did back in Penang.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TFArNlWDi7I/AAAAAAAACBc/zkXywpPa_6s/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC04125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7471962238199809205</id><published>2010-07-07T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:08:08.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What is wrong? I can't seem to understand about this constant cough that I am having. I has been a week or more and I am still not well. I feel more vulnerable this days and mostly I can't seem to finish up my meal!!! And this really annoys me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A few times I got my meal, feeling so hungry and thinking that I could gulp down every inch of the food on my plate but once I look at the food on my plate, I feel full enough to puke out the food that I have not even swallow. I take a few bites and then I was done with my meal, It's like my eyes just ate up the food! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel bad cause I am wasting the food. As I am writing this blog, my Korean noodle is very well staring at me begging me to eat them! Ahhhhhhh!!! I just took a few bites, and appetite just died like that. What a bummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and vulnerable meaning I get upset and depress easily nowadays. The arguments that I have with him, I feel very well damn bad. I apologize for my behavior, I really don't know why am I like this, for this couple of days. This sickness is taking a toll of me, and I am hating it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please make me well! I don't like being like this, a paranoid bitch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-7471962238199809205?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7471962238199809205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7471962238199809205&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7471962238199809205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7471962238199809205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3417298851132263283</id><published>2010-07-04T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:07:25.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chagiya~</title><content type='html'>To my one and only beloved boyfriend,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;( xoxo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is his birthday, a little older, and a more wiser him.&lt;br /&gt;The picture below was taken last year after &lt;s&gt;our&lt;/s&gt;, no no, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; drinking session, hmmm more like it was for him of course, he was the birthday boy on his 21st of course his cousins will not let him go.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;* Note the man whom is pulling his pants down, not letting go of him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I can't be there for his 22nd. But there will be more birthday to come right boo? :)&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that we got this 11 months through so quickly and smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Yes there were ups and downs. Through all the tears when you went away, and the arguments we solved briefly in an instant. Never letting arguments be dragged for too long or too many hours even, made us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; always seem so comfortable with me and that made me comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; make me feel comfortable to be my own self and I don't need to try hard to impress you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; treat a girl with full of respect and made me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; make me whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I hope there will forever be you and I, cause I ain't letting go my one and only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TDCbVHCbuYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/iAazBU_qH8U/s1600/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TDCbVHCbuYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/iAazBU_qH8U/s400/DSC02828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490058732733446530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I did not want an ordinary picture of his face or his face with my face in it, so this picture seems perfect!! Something to describe what really went down last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know it seems harsh to post an embarrassing picture but well.. its just &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-3417298851132263283?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3417298851132263283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3417298851132263283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3417298851132263283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3417298851132263283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-my-one-and-only-beloved-boyfriend-mr.html' title='Happy Birthday Chagiya~'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TDCbVHCbuYI/AAAAAAAAB_k/iAazBU_qH8U/s72-c/DSC02828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7221927535489306215</id><published>2010-07-02T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:11:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When she was 19 going on 20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TC3yVVYP_1I/AAAAAAAAB_c/jN8aGiknCDI/s1600/DSC03927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 432px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TC3yVVYP_1I/AAAAAAAAB_c/jN8aGiknCDI/s400/DSC03927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489309969164533586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Guess who? Nope, not me.. Taken on 4th of March 1977.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Found this picture at my uncle house when my aunt brought out some old photo album for me to see. I have to say, she does look like me does she not? She was then, still learning to be a nurse. (She claims that she was eating while someone took a picture of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;*don't mind the disturbing bended arm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-7221927535489306215?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7221927535489306215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7221927535489306215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7221927535489306215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7221927535489306215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-she-was-19-going-on-20.html' title='When she was 19 going on 20.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TC3yVVYP_1I/AAAAAAAAB_c/jN8aGiknCDI/s72-c/DSC03927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-173756804801191340</id><published>2010-07-01T18:29:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:04:09.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my cubicle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yeap, back where I belong, in my cubicle and back to the society of networking. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I am glad to be back here ( surprisingly) a few days with my family seems enough already I miss them dearly but I miss my laptop more.. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;A 1 night stay end up to a 5 night stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;My first 2 days outing with my mum was to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;EA&lt;/span&gt; and to  The Curve since she has not been there before along with my 2 younger cousins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;She loves IKEA now.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxwKXwz7MI/AAAAAAAAB_U/OkES6fYD5hU/s1600/DSC03852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxwKXwz7MI/AAAAAAAAB_U/OkES6fYD5hU/s400/DSC03852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488885369337539778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me waiting under the blazing sun for at least 10min or 15min because of this!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxwFcT4RiI/AAAAAAAAB_M/EJCxpoWi2zA/s1600/DSC03848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxwFcT4RiI/AAAAAAAAB_M/EJCxpoWi2zA/s400/DSC03848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488885284659021346" border="0" /&gt;e.&lt;/a&gt;Yes!!!  THIS! Arrived at the condo with such tight security, look at the entrance for humans to pass through.  I waited for my grandpa to get me in, and there are at least 7 to 8 blocks of apartments in there so the walk to the main gate is sooooooo FAR..  My first time going there so this was pretty new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxv7D9jvGI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1R_4plb_H6w/s1600/DSC03854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxv7D9jvGI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1R_4plb_H6w/s400/DSC03854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488885106324257890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My rock star mum waiting to strut &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;EA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvyK1CKYI/AAAAAAAAB-8/OAwk2x2wLBA/s1600/DSC03856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvyK1CKYI/AAAAAAAAB-8/OAwk2x2wLBA/s400/DSC03856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488884953548728706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvq_qgXOI/AAAAAAAAB-0/d27Rhz1bc14/s1600/DSC03857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvq_qgXOI/AAAAAAAAB-0/d27Rhz1bc14/s400/DSC03857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488884830292696290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;EA&lt;/span&gt; is not great anymore except for the meatballs still good. But the Salmon and roasted chicken seem to have a mixed up sauce. I think the creamy dill sauce should be on the salmon and not the chicken and that sour-ish taste sauce is suppose to be on the chicken. But when I look at my neighbor (stranger), the sauce was the same so maybe the worker is not really thinking straight while working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvlPY5llI/AAAAAAAAB-s/CIyhejH9dL0/s1600/DSC03860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvlPY5llI/AAAAAAAAB-s/CIyhejH9dL0/s400/DSC03860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488884731434604114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, some pear cider after a 2 hour shop in IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvfoDg5dI/AAAAAAAAB-k/2jtdTe61y48/s1600/DSC03861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvfoDg5dI/AAAAAAAAB-k/2jtdTe61y48/s400/DSC03861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488884634976576978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Hang hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvX5A24-I/AAAAAAAAB-c/y9y9AtBbOLU/s1600/DSC03871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvX5A24-I/AAAAAAAAB-c/y9y9AtBbOLU/s400/DSC03871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488884502089884642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvN70dpdI/AAAAAAAAB-U/zRKeCSC6FU8/s1600/DSC03890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvN70dpdI/AAAAAAAAB-U/zRKeCSC6FU8/s400/DSC03890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488884331044513234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from their apartment at dawn is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvF_DzohI/AAAAAAAAB-M/FxSBMHSXsjI/s1600/DSC03900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxvF_DzohI/AAAAAAAAB-M/FxSBMHSXsjI/s400/DSC03900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488884194475221522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxu9qDXucI/AAAAAAAAB-E/Jk2cxth3OBQ/s1600/DSC03914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxu9qDXucI/AAAAAAAAB-E/Jk2cxth3OBQ/s400/DSC03914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488884051397294530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving this red sling bag that I got from the flee market at the Curve, such a lovely lil red thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxu3m91j_I/AAAAAAAAB98/cq7cQy9ZRHY/s1600/DSC03917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxu3m91j_I/AAAAAAAAB98/cq7cQy9ZRHY/s400/DSC03917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488883947489562610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Craving's, they serve very good Mee Siam with Honey roasted chicken and Thup Thim Krup, a must have whenever I spot a place that serve this lil red Ruby's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxuxObSw9I/AAAAAAAAB90/9uE4alMtihc/s1600/DSC03921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxuxObSw9I/AAAAAAAAB90/9uE4alMtihc/s400/DSC03921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488883837823009746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I took my mum to 1-Utama the following next few days as well to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ex &lt;/span&gt;and the City 2.&lt;/span&gt; And thank goodness it was Wednesday, MOVIE DAY! Woot~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It is so worth it to watch that movie I say, I laugh throughout the movie and even tried not to laugh so much cause we were so loud! Even the girl beside me kept laughing but she kept her voice to a minimum but some parts, almost everyone never failed to laugh. I love Samantha in this part 2 sequel, so horny yet funny! Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I am glad I took my mum to that movie, better than being stuck in my uncle house and rot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;With my grandma around, I gain few pounds. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Back to my hole and back to work tomorrow, just another week more and I am done with my internship! Yes! I am really looking forward to it. Have not been to work for 6 days, people are starting to wonder where am I? But hey, they made my schedule like that Saturday and Sunday (OFF DAY) and Wednesday and Thursday (OFF DAY), I was sick on Monday and Tuesday so don't blame me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-173756804801191340?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/173756804801191340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=173756804801191340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/173756804801191340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/173756804801191340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-my-cubicle.html' title='Back to my cubicle.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCxwKXwz7MI/AAAAAAAAB_U/OkES6fYD5hU/s72-c/DSC03852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5948373903777448738</id><published>2010-06-29T15:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:23:17.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mummy is here with my grandparents, been going out to Ikea and whatever mall that is stated there for 2 days straight. Staying in my uncle house and with my cousins for the past 4 days without my laptop! So deprive!!!!!!! My initiate plan was to stay 2 days and 1 night then head back to my subang cubicle but I ended up falling sick, headache, sorethroat and got to take mc for 2 days..:)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday are my off days as well again. So here goes my 6 days off again..&lt;br /&gt;Lol..but who cares. I just want my beauty rest being pampered by my mum and grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I fell sick, my ama keep taking care of me, asking me whether do I want to eat, do I want her to rub my forehead, neck and back with the "minyak angin". Lol...&lt;br /&gt;She did once on my first day of sickness, but Im too shy to make her do that again.. shes already so old and fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait to go back to my cubicle, it's just too cramp here, and whenever I want to sleep its so noisy.. They just keep talking and talking. I am out of clean cloths, undies, bra, and yet, I have not shave since friday.. * shy* lol... And I need my laptop...:(&lt;br /&gt;I just need to savour this family as it's not always I get to see them.. so Tahan... tahan....&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more about my outing with my mum and cousin's once Im back in my cubicle and with my pictures..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5948373903777448738?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5948373903777448738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5948373903777448738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5948373903777448738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5948373903777448738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4641912125900392570</id><published>2010-06-26T00:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:57:56.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random outing</title><content type='html'>Finish work at 3pm today and Stephanie caught me by surprise today at work by showing up&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(she was done with her internship since 4th of June)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She did messaged me but I did not read it until after I have met her.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with her at Pavilion till night falls.&lt;br /&gt;She shopped, I "window shopped" but end up trying a dress and jeans because she insisted that I try just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;I am done reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marco Pierre White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autobiography &lt;/span&gt;novel since last Sunday. Nothing to entertain me now on my bus rides and train rides but music, sigh. 2 weeks begone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCViFaxQy9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/cdntEvpzBsU/s1600/randomness2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 432px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCViFaxQy9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/cdntEvpzBsU/s400/randomness2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486899566245628882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;With my ding-dong bell hair..!!! *going crazy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCVh_0DegiI/AAAAAAAAB9k/f6SHp-ZiCtE/s1600/randomness3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 430px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCVh_0DegiI/AAAAAAAAB9k/f6SHp-ZiCtE/s400/randomness3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486899469953696290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 529px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCTTsgrWe5I/AAAAAAAAB9U/5XWZg9r13Gw/s400/randomness1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486743007683574674" border="0" /&gt;Camwhored in the changing room while waiting for her to be done trying out her massive picks.&lt;br /&gt;A lil' vain-ess is okay..:)&lt;br /&gt;I like this dress alot from FOREVER 21, but did not buy it, I was broke...it cost Rm109, a tad too expensive and out of my budget no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-4641912125900392570?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4641912125900392570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4641912125900392570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4641912125900392570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4641912125900392570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-outing.html' title='Random outing'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCViFaxQy9I/AAAAAAAAB9s/cdntEvpzBsU/s72-c/randomness2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-8588962833661067025</id><published>2010-06-23T22:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:55:14.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing you were here now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I miss on-lining with him!!!!! I think I got so dependent on it for almost a year that now I am addicted to this routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Since his working at this restaurant, to online will be only at night. That is when my eyes are the size of a toothpick so conversations always goes downhill. Falling asleep kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Egghead said I love him more now just because he is thinner now and he even claimed that I only call him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; now. Hahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Still falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hot or not hot, your still my chagiya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCIjveI6GHI/AAAAAAAAB9M/BlibhnBLSGo/s1600/5215_124308130906_583760906_3469330_7876376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCIjveI6GHI/AAAAAAAAB9M/BlibhnBLSGo/s400/5215_124308130906_583760906_3469330_7876376_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485986594541934706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of us, the day before he left about 11 months ago. I still love this picture despite egghead dislikes it due to his size here, but I could not care less cause this picture look &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Mummy is in KL for a week or so with Ama and Ah Kong !! Making plans to take her to Ikea since she never been there I think! lol.. Hope this will take my mind off of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-8588962833661067025?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/8588962833661067025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=8588962833661067025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8588962833661067025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8588962833661067025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/wishing-you-were-here-now.html' title='Wishing you were here now.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCIjveI6GHI/AAAAAAAAB9M/BlibhnBLSGo/s72-c/5215_124308130906_583760906_3469330_7876376_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-9081620799217323462</id><published>2010-06-22T20:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:40:48.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinful Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Like I said on my recent post that I wanted to blog about my Korean noodle. Lol, there nothing much to say but just to see and drool for this tangy, spicy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;peppery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;, red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; and gulp down a hot mouthful of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I just had it again cause it's going to be my fast food for this week.   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Usually I don't cater much on instant noodles as I know, we know that it is bad for us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I can't remember when did I had fast food either?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC1vlC9lUI/AAAAAAAAB88/Yu0uLa0Xef4/s1600/picasabackground.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 624px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC1vlC9lUI/AAAAAAAAB88/Yu0uLa0Xef4/s400/picasabackground.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485584175140279618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Poached egg on top it all makes it looks even more appealing! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*note that the yolk had begun to spurge out of its white casing...ahh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in pastry department now, and I am LOVING IT! I am happy whenever I am there!&lt;br /&gt;I get to try new things, as in eat, of course! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I walk into the walk-in-chiller I am bound to come out with my mouth-full. The joy of just nibbling off an unwanted cheesecake, chocolate tart or chocolate fudge was just, as Maddie would say, orgasmic!!! I must say, It has been awhile since I have ate chocolate since I have start work and the chocolates at work is sooooo much more, and I am saying effin' 10 times more rich, fattening (means flavor) and comforting to the taste buds. I took a nibble of a chocolate tart once before I was even in the pastry department and boy was I hooked! NOW, I just can't stop! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to make those sinful ice-cream that we crave on constantly *rum &amp;amp; raisins*.&lt;br /&gt;I did 4 types of it flavour, Passion fruit, Vanilla, Chocolate and Malt. The girl who thought me was patient enough to guide me through and was also friendly. Its not that hard actually, if you have a Ice-Cream machine but she said blender would work as well when the batter is half frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC1jWHmp0I/AAAAAAAAB80/6PaxUOYLJrI/s1600/Photo1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 436px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC1jWHmp0I/AAAAAAAAB80/6PaxUOYLJrI/s400/Photo1475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485583964974786370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thick-foamy Vanilla Ice cream , the end product! Was creamy, smooth and thick!! But could have add abit more vanilla beans into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC1fLFK0oI/AAAAAAAAB8s/QX9CoruHKl0/s1600/Photo1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 615px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC1fLFK0oI/AAAAAAAAB8s/QX9CoruHKl0/s400/Photo1477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485583893292307074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;!!! Ahhh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;divine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC0HR3IBJI/AAAAAAAAB8c/hsF5QHKLpOA/s1600/picasabackground.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 625px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC0HR3IBJI/AAAAAAAAB8c/hsF5QHKLpOA/s400/picasabackground.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485582383283963026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"nicest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; part, was washing up the machine! My leg nearly got soaked cause of phone call! haha.. Nevertheless, it would be something I would not mind to do so for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC2UUd8vgI/AAAAAAAAB9E/9JuPT15Aa4M/s1600/DSC03840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 535px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC2UUd8vgI/AAAAAAAAB9E/9JuPT15Aa4M/s400/DSC03840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485584806345227778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Love the look of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-9081620799217323462?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/9081620799217323462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=9081620799217323462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/9081620799217323462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/9081620799217323462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinful-indulgence.html' title='Sinful Indulgence'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TCC1vlC9lUI/AAAAAAAAB88/Yu0uLa0Xef4/s72-c/picasabackground.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-1592209022523482292</id><published>2010-06-21T21:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:02:50.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pogoshipoyo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was going to blog about my dinner yesterday but did not have the time, and today, my mood just gone down hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My daily life rants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I have not seen egghead for a week now but I miss him dearly. It does not even feel like it is a week my gosh! Felt like ages! He is definitely not coming to KL anymore since he just started work at a newly-opened restaurant at Belissa Row in Penang. There is only 3 person working in the kitchen so how can he take off? It's just like when we were working in BlueReef, rarely had time to even hang out and all but at least, we were working side by side day and night. So this distance is weighing me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know many said I should be happy that he did came back and surprise me for all the trouble he took to make me smile or cry? But somehow, ever since he came back, I long for him even more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You can't blame me, we were apart for like 10months or so of course I need him more than ever now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And problems kept arising, I can't say how much more worried I am now. I just need him to be here so I can talk to him, face-to-face, and rant out, cry out and so he can understand how stressful it is right now to be in this position. But he can't, cause his not here, all he know that he did his best to come home early and to surprise me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;We miss each other so much but little can be done. I know in everyone mind is, take a freaking bus and just head back home now. But NO, I can't be a baby to run back home every time isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;If I do, you see, laziness sets in on us when we have fun and we forget why we did go all the way to some other state or country to study. I have to stay firm sometimes cause I know I will be making lots of frequent trips back to Penang next term, friends, family will be coming back and yet egghead will be there.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB9ubTqBZOI/AAAAAAAAB8M/gxnVQL6Dzso/s1600/36411_1436107336977_1061787575_1216004_6962588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB9ubTqBZOI/AAAAAAAAB8M/gxnVQL6Dzso/s400/36411_1436107336977_1061787575_1216004_6962588_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485224286572602594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love the sunshade &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-1592209022523482292?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/1592209022523482292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=1592209022523482292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1592209022523482292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1592209022523482292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/pogoshipoyo.html' title='Pogoshipoyo!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB9ubTqBZOI/AAAAAAAAB8M/gxnVQL6Dzso/s72-c/36411_1436107336977_1061787575_1216004_6962588_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5076420970879685208</id><published>2010-06-17T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:55:16.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now who said the world is BIG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world may seem Big with continents that consist of countries, state and island's. Somehow we tend to bump into people that we have may have known, miss, forgotten, hate, love and loved. I remember that what I read in Eat.Pray.Love by Elizabeth Gilbert once said "Where we go, whether it is another country, continent or where ever, we bound to bump into someone we know". And it is true.&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Zac's colleague, Irawan&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;( a Balinese)&lt;/span&gt; and his girlfriend, Zither&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; ( a Hong-kie)&lt;/span&gt;, where he had worked in the Caribbeans. Just after I finished my job and was heading to the KL central train station and I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEM&lt;/span&gt;. . ..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBoHixJy3zI/AAAAAAAAB68/y_lNv2Nuxvo/s1600/27817_1433191703556_1045826230_1242404_1090211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBoHixJy3zI/AAAAAAAAB68/y_lNv2Nuxvo/s400/27817_1433191703556_1045826230_1242404_1090211_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483703790168366898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I took this picture from Irawan's facebook as this picture looks really cute and just to give you and insight of their face in case you were wondering.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;They were also doing the ultimate long-distance-relationship and re-united about a few months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I never seen them before but in Facebook pictures, but how can I forget his face, that cap and his lovely girlfriend smiling away? lol... I was walking towards the station and they were heading to my direction and I looked at them for a few seconds and when they were about to pass by me, I took my hand out and likely pushed his shoulder to stop him and looked at him, studying his face, feature and I then I knew it was really him. He paused and look at me weirdly and took sometime to remember who I am and the first thing he said then was " Hey where is Zac??" and his girlfriend had already knew who I was cause from my side of view she was already smiling and looking at his boyfriend surprised face. I then introduced myself to his girlfriend whom is petite, fair height and smiley face. We talked for a few minutes and I think the whole time, he was still in shocked, so was I. But I knew they were going to KL for a day on Thursday and leaving on Friday to Bali, but somehow, work and Zac being not able to head down here, got my mine wander off from them.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I mange to bump into them which makes me feel happy to know friends of his from such a far place to land here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Wished we could had hung out together, just the 4 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5076420970879685208?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5076420970879685208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5076420970879685208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5076420970879685208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5076420970879685208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-who-said-world-is-big.html' title='Now who said the world is BIG?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBoHixJy3zI/AAAAAAAAB68/y_lNv2Nuxvo/s72-c/27817_1433191703556_1045826230_1242404_1090211_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-8759717758883662109</id><published>2010-06-15T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:15:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random joy's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd7zyFNcvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/X4Ht2cc-LqE/s1600/Photo1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd7zyFNcvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/X4Ht2cc-LqE/s400/Photo1440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482987200894038770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If only teacher's were as hot as the picture itself and friendly, I wished I attend to school more often. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;( the lady looks a bit like Amelia with one side dimple as well, don't you think so?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd7omBOYAI/AAAAAAAAB6U/sfKyb-lp4FI/s1600/Photo1459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd7omBOYAI/AAAAAAAAB6U/sfKyb-lp4FI/s400/Photo1459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482987008677535746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the train, and this lady came into the train with this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bunny-bedroom-slippers&lt;/span&gt;. And I think she actually wore this out for the whole day since it was already after dinner time. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt; I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in awe-shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd9GrldQxI/AAAAAAAAB60/g_SKRMueHys/s1600/DSC03765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd9GrldQxI/AAAAAAAAB60/g_SKRMueHys/s400/DSC03765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482988625079386898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd8tnXcTeI/AAAAAAAAB6k/tmIhSLrycBE/s1600/DSC03770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd8tnXcTeI/AAAAAAAAB6k/tmIhSLrycBE/s400/DSC03770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482988194450132450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Caramel coated sandwich with marmalade honey and banana was my dinner/dessert. And yes, my habit now is eating with a paring knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am currently reading&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pierre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(AutoBiography; The Devil in the Kitchen)&lt;/span&gt;, I don't think he is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;devil&lt;/span&gt;, more like a workaholic yet have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loveliest&lt;/span&gt; soul ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reading it made me realize how much I miss working in a restaurant, the adrenalin rush when in a busy service, the food that comes out of the restaurant, the smell of comfort food that I made, and the wonders of just preparing food items for you own station to cook. It is a joy and I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Egghead is planning to work in Penang for the meantime and I was wondering, when college starts,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; should I opt for a job somewhere as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cause I find staying at home every weekend can really drive someone nuts, over the edge of depression and I just need to do something with my life! And I realized something, why I don't really have a close friend here in KL, cause I don't have a friend whom I can really talk to. Like literally talk about anything even the most private things of myself to my friends here. It's not that I don't want to tell but somehow you choose your friends and sometimes you don't even need to. If you somehow just click with a new stranger or a friend, anything can be talk about to each other. The feeling and the connection is just there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now I have a friend whom I can share thing's with, but shes currently now in Perth studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We can talk about the magical of good comfort food that we have made since we both live on our own in a new city, talk about our boy's, sharing random thought's and just knowing each other again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (yes, I said "Again" cause she was   once a primary and high school friend whom I did not get to know her   well enough to actually know that shes so much like me due to different   cliques that we hang out with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. Primarily she is mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; think well enough for herself, loves to cook, loves to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(like I do now)&lt;/span&gt;, loves nature and hate crowded places! Lol... I really do hate crowds.. people tend to walk really &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;One day we shall re-unite. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Still missing him badly, the odds of being with a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;workaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-8759717758883662109?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/8759717758883662109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=8759717758883662109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8759717758883662109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8759717758883662109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-joys.html' title='Random joy&apos;s.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBd7zyFNcvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/X4Ht2cc-LqE/s72-c/Photo1440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2188594505748444351</id><published>2010-06-13T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:51:54.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Nothing seems to go easy on me, trouble always lingers on me and everything I do is never good enough and now I have to face this! Just last week I was happy and feeling contend that everything will go on great and joyful, now I am feeling miserable and worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I know it is not the end of the world, but somehow I want him by my side when all this dawn on to me. I am just feeling so run down that even the thought of going out is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't want to face the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I just want to stay in this cubicle and be free in my own thought's and emotion's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;All I have now is this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; painkiller's&lt;/span&gt; to make it all go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I hope He is wrong, and maybe it is not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;If only It will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2188594505748444351?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2188594505748444351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2188594505748444351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2188594505748444351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2188594505748444351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-925201028403790798</id><published>2010-06-11T19:27:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:26:34.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love hate, situation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;His back..! Oh yes many of you know he is back and I am loving it.. sad at the same time cause I know we will be giving each other more goodbye's than ever.&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me at the airport and got me lots of goodies from the U.S, Caribbeans and of course imported himself back here safely.&lt;br /&gt;My first day back in Penang and his mum got him and I to work by cooking a dinner for 11 people?? Excluding us. It was like old times again, us cooking together and just having a good time. All of his family member knew that he was coming back like months and months ago, except for me! So when his uncle's and aunt's see me, they will ask "So were you surprised???" and then smiles.. ( family of liars) hahaha... How can i trust them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was just like a fairy-tale to me, I just could not believe that he was real nor was he really back?? I kept asking myself that.. It is a wonder of joy to be able to hug and kiss him again. The sensation of seeing him again was something miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJCivyGXQI/AAAAAAAAB5k/SfzrE3WZT5I/s1600/DSC03574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJCivyGXQI/AAAAAAAAB5k/SfzrE3WZT5I/s400/DSC03574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481516861172899074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time we get to be together alone on the first day of my arrival. In the car with him just driving around and getting a bottle of coke for his dark rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBMgdDeZWSI/AAAAAAAAB50/FNFlgoU6Kq4/s1600/DSC03586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBMgdDeZWSI/AAAAAAAAB50/FNFlgoU6Kq4/s400/DSC03586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481760854961117474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Carrigan's Pub the next day, Alyssa's dad open this new Irish pub near Bukit Jambul. Free flow of Tiger beer from 12pm to 5pm. To get the Kilkenny beer for free with just the a simple password &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"FAMILY"&lt;/span&gt; appealed both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBMhRMVNnLI/AAAAAAAAB58/TsL6lifhxqU/s1600/DSC03600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBMhRMVNnLI/AAAAAAAAB58/TsL6lifhxqU/s400/DSC03600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481761750691716274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then Alyssa arrived with her maltese/toypoodle in hand. Jazzy-girl stole some mutton curry right off Damian and Esther's plate. See how Damian is protecting his beloved curry.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJBBVuZuZI/AAAAAAAAB5U/wvFfkqHjFf0/s1600/DSC03633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJBBVuZuZI/AAAAAAAAB5U/wvFfkqHjFf0/s400/DSC03633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481515187730758034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful breakfast that we made, egg tortilla and banana smoothie. Simple and scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJAfGLnL8I/AAAAAAAAB5M/3I1PIuO5ET4/s1600/DSC03659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJAfGLnL8I/AAAAAAAAB5M/3I1PIuO5ET4/s400/DSC03659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481514599442755522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really not sure what is the name of this shop cause there are 2 names on it. One would be Bon Ton and another Kopi Cine..so.. I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;But this is a very nice corner coffee shop and has an array of food items as well.&lt;br /&gt;Set in a row of pre-war houses, this is a must to go to have a quick nice bite. Just went there for coffee and the blended coffee items is not what you see everyday at Starbucks or CoffeeBean. Contemporary local ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJAJOWz4dI/AAAAAAAAB5E/6kJNj4ZbgUQ/s1600/DSC03675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJAJOWz4dI/AAAAAAAAB5E/6kJNj4ZbgUQ/s400/DSC03675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481514223680086482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The corner view of the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI_CsdVB1I/AAAAAAAAB40/Te9Tm7pkoYs/s1600/DSC03681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI_CsdVB1I/AAAAAAAAB40/Te9Tm7pkoYs/s320/DSC03681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481513011989776210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJXfIJDMZI/AAAAAAAAB5s/hACAF-qaIVY/s1600/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJXfIJDMZI/AAAAAAAAB5s/hACAF-qaIVY/s320/DSC03679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481539888736317842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                                                         Machiato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBMkTNTmPyI/AAAAAAAAB6M/mzx43ZOc2jA/s1600/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBMkTNTmPyI/AAAAAAAAB6M/mzx43ZOc2jA/s400/DSC03678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481765083847999266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBMj0urNI4I/AAAAAAAAB6E/FaDwnyOoTNc/s1600/DSC03674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBMj0urNI4I/AAAAAAAAB6E/FaDwnyOoTNc/s400/DSC03674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481764560229442434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The decor were mostly decorated with antique's and most of the olden days decorations were kept as it is without much renovation to the pre-war houses, right beside the cafe was the Reading room where you can just pick a book and read it when your there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI9SM4yFEI/AAAAAAAAB4k/N7TFrh1IBfA/s1600/DSC03753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI9SM4yFEI/AAAAAAAAB4k/N7TFrh1IBfA/s320/DSC03753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481511079369643074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinokuniya, KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI9E__-BDI/AAAAAAAAB4c/vlVgETgBeSc/s1600/DSC03754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI9E__-BDI/AAAAAAAAB4c/vlVgETgBeSc/s320/DSC03754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481510852571825202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Old Coliseum, KL. 90 year old restaurant where the staff is as old as the restaurant itself.&lt;br /&gt;He was having sizzling steak so he gets a bb napkin. *jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI6nsio3-I/AAAAAAAAB4U/Vk2emKO9Ljo/s1600/DSC03756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI6nsio3-I/AAAAAAAAB4U/Vk2emKO9Ljo/s400/DSC03756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481508150109069282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ampang look out point in KL. It was chilly and windy, 23celcius as it also just rained..! Was so cold till I needed hot chocolate to keep warm. Well yea I cant stand cold okay..!&lt;br /&gt;(Will blog more once I get the pictures from Nicole, as my camera died after this shot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoyed my time with him that somehow I am so reluctant to head back to work. All I want to do is be with him, but I cant! Work have to come first for now. I can't slack so much now, I have to understand that love comes later. 4 more weeks begone!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBI4850qjGI/AAAAAAAAB4M/OkkYG97cwM0/s1600/DSC03756.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-925201028403790798?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/925201028403790798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=925201028403790798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/925201028403790798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/925201028403790798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-hate-situation.html' title='Love hate, situation.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TBJCivyGXQI/AAAAAAAAB5k/SfzrE3WZT5I/s72-c/DSC03574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-939929361765008427</id><published>2010-06-02T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:58:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TAZjJmOcJrI/AAAAAAAAB38/ms0pCG7dU3Y/s1600/Photo1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TAZjJmOcJrI/AAAAAAAAB38/ms0pCG7dU3Y/s400/Photo1429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478175013273872050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My new badge at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cute?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile people smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-939929361765008427?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/939929361765008427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=939929361765008427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/939929361765008427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/939929361765008427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TAZjJmOcJrI/AAAAAAAAB38/ms0pCG7dU3Y/s72-c/Photo1429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4293388312420515060</id><published>2010-05-29T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:48:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant's!</title><content type='html'>An idiot scolded me as for I said "NO" to him.&lt;br /&gt;Well partly yes I was wrong for not pleasing the guest's but well, he is a fussy lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;He asked for a BOWL of blueberries and red berries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(i am guessing that is raspberries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;, and come on, I find it ridiculous for someone to ask this much. Personally I did not know we could give them such expensive fruit's anyways and I kindly told him we don't have that. But he insisted since yesterday another chef did gave it to him, so he want's it again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So the i asked another girl, she was more familiar with this than I do. She was hesitant to do so as it was almost towards the end of the breakfast buffet as well but did It cause we have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then I went on to do my own thing he came back again! WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;He asked if there was any other big plate, but looking around at my area I said there was only small plate here for now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( BAD CHOICE, I should have just tell him there is outside).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;He went off outside, and then I went behind to look for the steward to get me bigger plates cause that is their job!  It was really busy as well so many things were out, so I don't blame them but in a way pissed cause I am the one who get the blame as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I saw some big plates near somewhere, and I took a pile of it and went back to my shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;He was standing there talking to some of my work mates, and I got a damn bad feeling that this is not good. He saw me and came to me and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;" What is this!"&lt;/span&gt; Showing me a big plate on his hand, and then I said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;" I went behind to get more big plate's".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then he was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;" there are so many big plate's outside and you said no big plate's! You should not say NO to your guests as this is a hotel line, you should never say NONONO...!!"&lt;/span&gt; as least this is what I remember what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's be frank, it is a buffet, like have you not ever been to a freaking buffet? There must be plate's around aint it, It's not like a said there isn't any, is just that there isn't any in the shop that I was in.. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;And I did went to get more big plate's isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;This are some of the basterds and bitches I have to face everyday at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other scenario's while he was there, he wanted salmon and there was not any on the counter buffet, my work mate went to get it for him.&lt;br /&gt;I think he was also at the omelet section making a fuss saying why is so slow. And HELLO?? Can't you see its fucking busy? Its first come first serve, not 4th!&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing he is German by the way he speaks a strong heavy accent and his blonde hair with metal oval frame spec's..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TAEZaFVWyZI/AAAAAAAAB30/3owu8bmvnkY/s1600/german_men_are_best_tshirt-p2351018614121536843y69_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TAEZaFVWyZI/AAAAAAAAB30/3owu8bmvnkY/s400/german_men_are_best_tshirt-p2351018614121536843y69_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476686557758278034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea rub it in mister, rub it in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-4293388312420515060?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4293388312420515060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4293388312420515060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4293388312420515060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4293388312420515060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/05/rants.html' title='Rant&apos;s!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TAEZaFVWyZI/AAAAAAAAB30/3owu8bmvnkY/s72-c/german_men_are_best_tshirt-p2351018614121536843y69_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7428869325320876853</id><published>2010-05-26T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:53:57.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skypeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a great time skyping with you, Chagiya...!!!&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile since we have skype! Miss you so much...! Has been a long while since we chatted for this long, all i could do is smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing you sleep.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&amp;amp; hearing you snore) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_0ni7B2K0I/AAAAAAAAB3s/TMXZJOBMHbE/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_0ni7B2K0I/AAAAAAAAB3s/TMXZJOBMHbE/s400/Video+call+snapshot+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475576202866862914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_0nQEMks6I/AAAAAAAAB3k/v_RW_duBIxI/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_0nQEMks6I/AAAAAAAAB3k/v_RW_duBIxI/s320/Video+call+snapshot+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475575878910260130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The hardest part is saying goodbye to you again. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-7428869325320876853?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7428869325320876853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7428869325320876853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7428869325320876853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7428869325320876853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/05/skypeeeee.html' title='Skypeeeee!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_0ni7B2K0I/AAAAAAAAB3s/TMXZJOBMHbE/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2401070666700000436</id><published>2010-05-25T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:22:32.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry, be happay!!</title><content type='html'>It is sucky to have my off day again, Tuesday and Wednesday, oh well I should blame myself for changing it with Thu Hoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I was planning to change my off days to Thursday and Friday as Stephanie and I were planning to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince of Persia&lt;/span&gt; together but haih, maybe next week? I hope we could do something before she leaves back to Switzerland, she barely does hangouts here as she don't have many friends in KL.  I'll be her friend.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I like talking to her, cause personally, someone who could understand what I am saying because whatever I say could sometimes be totally opposite of what I meant so yea if you don't speak like me then you would be confuse. Unless your trying to be innocent and act dumb then that is your choice. :)&lt;br /&gt;So she won't act dumb, the fact that shes pretty sporting too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and she told me about this Reggae bar in Chinatown. BOB MARLEY MY LOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;His face is all over the walls of this bar, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to go there, I need to be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but I read from a review saying that this fella got spiked and got robbed after going to that bar!! Tourist are amongst the targeted crew, but what if it's a girl or a women? Raped could be the answer.. I don't think I'm going there until there are guys going with us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_uZqh9eOtI/AAAAAAAAB3U/2IKuC2J7z4Y/s1600/1472418701_bdff5f56da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_uZqh9eOtI/AAAAAAAAB3U/2IKuC2J7z4Y/s400/1472418701_bdff5f56da.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475138727948729042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He looks gorgeous in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway here is the link of the the Reggae bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://reggaebarkl.com.my/main/location/"&gt;REGGAE BAR, CHINATOWN.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Okay how about another Reggae bar of this would be nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://eatdrinkkl.blogspot.com/2010/01/reggae-bar.html"&gt;REGGAE BAR, CHANGKAT STREET.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now this is not related to any of it up here.&lt;br /&gt;I have been losing lots of weight &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Okay people I know,  don't judge me if you have not seen me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, due to walking to train stations, to work and I only have smoothie in the morning or whatever I can get to eat at work and 1 main meal which is either rice or noodles, dinner, I won't have appetite by then.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess why I lost so much weight in such short period is because of my excessive water weight. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes I drink lots of water especially when I am home doing nothing much but just stare at this screen of mine).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not STICK THIN but I am thinner like when I was still going to gym. Oh how much I miss gym, but I don't need it now. So for this, I indulge... . ..  more than I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to drink so much LOW-FAT milk with my cereals. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I drink FULL-CREAM now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like having whipped cream on my Blackforrest ice-blended, I am not a big fan of whipped cream anyways,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, I'm fine having it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat alot of carbonara pasta, cause YOU KNOW why. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm making it almost every time I get a chance to, and yes with cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike fattening food especially like bacon full of fat, but to hell with it!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just add em into my pasta and everything turns to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I feel like it,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; add a spoon-full of cream into my coffee. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl needs some cream in her lifetime &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least once&lt;/span&gt;. * smiles at you, yes you! Now smile back!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_uYZuA8UtI/AAAAAAAAB3M/iFBY-nwomkM/s1600/Bob-Marley-1-1Y3EZJ8I9D-1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_uYZuA8UtI/AAAAAAAAB3M/iFBY-nwomkM/s400/Bob-Marley-1-1Y3EZJ8I9D-1280x1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475137339615105746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;es*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2401070666700000436?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2401070666700000436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2401070666700000436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2401070666700000436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2401070666700000436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-worry-be-happay.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, be happay!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_uZqh9eOtI/AAAAAAAAB3U/2IKuC2J7z4Y/s72-c/1472418701_bdff5f56da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4906706603715950417</id><published>2010-05-23T15:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:35:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Surprise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_kRT4C0zvI/AAAAAAAAB28/LEsGbCD6rC4/s1600/me1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_kRT4C0zvI/AAAAAAAAB28/LEsGbCD6rC4/s400/me1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474425855204970226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa a.k.a Aly told me a surprise is coming up for me. Oh gosh, and she would not tell me what it is. The suspense of THE KNOWING is killing me, part of me don't want to know what is going on but part of me just want's to find out the truth!&lt;br /&gt;If I am not mistaken, I hope, I really really really hope it will be something or someone that I really want to see. I am missing him so badly, and not getting to chat with him nowadays makes me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone out to Ikea with Aly and her friend Sherlyn last night as her friend wanted to buy some stuff for her house. The initial plan was go to Ikea and then head to KL to club along with Aly's brother Damian and Esther his girlfriend. But the plan got canceled so with nothing else to do, and our in need to drink and to do something before we call it a night, we went to MJ somewhere near Tropicana club? Got there and got ourselves a beer tower and double-apple shisha.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh heavens was the shisha strong! It was stronger than the time I smoked with the pineapple on it! I coughed many times but in the end got used to it and enjoyed making clouds of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_j94QicL1I/AAAAAAAAB20/qhEkK7AhxsI/s1600/jaz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_j94QicL1I/AAAAAAAAB20/qhEkK7AhxsI/s320/jaz.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474404490022760274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzygirl needed some beer as well and the owner that could not care less of her.. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_j8Z1XaWiI/AAAAAAAAB2s/hmX4s_qmH1A/s1600/jaz4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_j8Z1XaWiI/AAAAAAAAB2s/hmX4s_qmH1A/s320/jaz4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474402867821042210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_j4M9tSSqI/AAAAAAAAB2U/ClQvCg2nx04/s1600/jaz3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_j4M9tSSqI/AAAAAAAAB2U/ClQvCg2nx04/s320/jaz3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474398248675461794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_j2roAb8II/AAAAAAAAB2M/c2xWaZ70nTQ/s1600/jaz2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_j2roAb8II/AAAAAAAAB2M/c2xWaZ70nTQ/s320/jaz2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474396576402894978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool session after our drink and yea, I'm still good at it even though with a headache.&lt;br /&gt; xP&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/1767237510910010501-4906706603715950417?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4906706603715950417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4906706603715950417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4906706603715950417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4906706603715950417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-surprise.html' title='Another Surprise?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S_kRT4C0zvI/AAAAAAAAB28/LEsGbCD6rC4/s72-c/me1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5441384837249854549</id><published>2010-05-21T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:33:18.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>The day was great today!!! Was a lil' boring at first, of course, the morning &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;blue's&lt;/span&gt;. But i was relatively happy today.&lt;br /&gt;Sneak out at lunch time with Stephanie, my new found friend, shes a Swiss but more like an American to me. Yea she is training in Westin hotel as well, yea, who knew.. She's cool, timid, always smile's but still hard to tell about her, something is inside of her.. I had a good time with her, talking mostly talking and talking getting to know her more as she has travel so many country and has stayed in India, Venezuela, Switzerland again and now her family moved to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;How I want to be in her shoes. To walk around the globe like a bus ticket to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly shes leaving soon after her internship, oh well, at least I know someone I can talk to for now. Then there is also Sarah Ali, shes a senior of mine in Taylor's, did not know her till in Westin hotel, shes only 18 people...!!! (I feel so old). She is a Pakistani but with a very good english so it is also nice talking to her. I'm getting to know a wide range of people from different countries and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe was telling me that he want's to work in Singapore sometime after he comes back. I was and maybe still rather reluctant about this, but I think it's for the better for both of us. I still have college until July, and for him to work in KL for me would be hard and torturous as you know, the humans here work like COW's.&lt;br /&gt;I most probably will go. .. .. . .  work in Singapore as well? I don't know, never been there so I don't know what it is like. But of course, another long-distance-relationship, ahhhh I know it sucks and a pain in the arse but what to do, what to do, what to do.. Cope with it..&lt;br /&gt;I am more worried if I can cope with Singapore standard of working..yike'ssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with my novel&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Eat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(did I mention it before??),&lt;/span&gt; it is a good book!! I really learn alot from it, it is when depression hits! Run for the fridge, it helps to have a stomach full.. Lol...  What other novel is there for me to read?? I want to read something non-fiction, something that is more related to true human stories, I love reading about some else life. hahaha!!!! Hey!! It's good to learn from other people mistakes. I am waiting for my monthly cash to come then only I can start getting a new one. Need to keep my brain busy and running so I don't get bored out on my lovely long train/bus ride's to work.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my day off, finally some freaking day off after 10 days without any break.. gosh! I need to keep this baby butt's nice and firm on my bed for long hours tonight. Till next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gutenacht!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5441384837249854549?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5441384837249854549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5441384837249854549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5441384837249854549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5441384837249854549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/05/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-8156231781283132577</id><published>2010-05-20T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:32:42.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unhappy phase.</title><content type='html'>I have been doing kitchen for a week now, have not had a off days since last Tuesday! I am getting pissed at work and tired. I barely smile today, work is boring, especially in the Living Room where we serve breakfast, lunch, dinner and all that. I call that the MAIN dining area.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stand at a station where we would make sandwich, noodles or pasta.. bla bla bla.. just heating food and serving the food to guest's. Not interesting at all! Especially when your station is the Not-So-Famous-Station, not many guest's goes to your station then. It get's boring, tiring standing doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cook something man.. I want to use my hands and do more cooking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ONE MORE DAY KRISTI!! BARE WITH IT!!! Tomorrow will be a sucky day Kristi, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;BARE WITH IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not in the mood today, was bored and tired.&lt;br /&gt;It then rain when I got off from work, the umbrella barely helps, soaking wet again.&lt;br /&gt;I get off at 5pm, so rush hour is a bitch. Everyone is trying to get onto the train and never wait's for the person to get off but just rush in to get a seat. I hate the sight of that, but I have to do that as well,  if I don't move, eventually I get pushed in anyways.. there's nothing more I can do but roll my eye's.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand it, at the monorail, everyone waits for the others to come out, but in the KTM, it's a different story, nobody waits.&lt;br /&gt;City life does change someone good to become an elusive bitch. No one cares for no one no more.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is on their own, no one want's to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't keep my feet from walking slow, everything needs to be fast, somehow some people still walks like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;A blind person can even walk faster than the normal person, I am amazed whenever I look at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-8156231781283132577?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/8156231781283132577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=8156231781283132577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8156231781283132577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8156231781283132577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/05/unhappy-phase.html' title='The unhappy phase.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-414535284370807989</id><published>2010-05-12T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:43:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Him, with LoVe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S-rh4ej4mwI/AAAAAAAAB18/OqEaGsdcYBc/s1600/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S-rh4ej4mwI/AAAAAAAAB18/OqEaGsdcYBc/s320/love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470433057787386626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S-rhll4BTXI/AAAAAAAAB1s/twzU2q0aC0U/s1600/love.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 3 month's to go till I see the man that I have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I thought of him more often now then ever I had been since he left, I am not saying that I did not miss him, I did and still is, but since it is only 3 more months I am getting more and more excited, yet a solemn sadness of him still not back yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that past this 10months, all I could think of is just get over this 1 year as soon as possible. Feeling that I have done nothing much but stare into this big screen of mine and waiting for time to pass me by in a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now look where I am? Doing my internship after 10 months in College.&lt;br /&gt;But hey!! I can have all a lot more fun once he is back and maybe in the future we could go somewhere together and have a more joyful time.&lt;br /&gt;How is this crazy that I am so crazy in love with this guy, I don't think I can ever find another one just like him? I know, they say this is the honeymoon period, but it does not seem like it is a honeymoon period anymore and I still can say that I long for him to be beside me for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; But sometimes it worries me to be in such a serious relationship, cause as I know, we know, every happy relationships can also turn sour and lead to a massive train wreck &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BREAK-UP!&lt;/span&gt; I have seen so many that has gone down so sour, till there was no more reviving back or they just lied to each other everyday that things will eventually turn better. I have seen so many that it scar-ed and scares me, from my parents, to my friend's parents, to my friends, sister, brother and relatives. It will kill me to be in that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, we are so much alike.. even our thinking is so much alike that we could actually say the same thing's or thought's at the same time and laugh it off by saying to each other " Why do you always follow me??" then we would argue back and say " NO! I did not, you did!!".&lt;br /&gt;We are also so much different from others that sometime I would ask myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Why am I born in this country?"&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; "Why am I even born a Chinese?".&lt;/span&gt; ( do not get offended, I am not saying being a Chinese is bad nor being a westerner is all good, but somehow, I wish I was born in a different country).&lt;br /&gt;I can give you many reason's why? First of all, I can't speak no damn Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;My mandarin is BAD like really B-A-D!&lt;br /&gt;My Hokkien sucks of course due to bad slang.&lt;br /&gt;My cantonese had gone down as I had not use much of this language ever since I have moved to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;My Hakka, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;And one thing really dislike is those superstitious thing's that people always say like, don't stick your chopstick into your noodle bowl as this allow's the ghost's or demons to eat your food.. -.- I know it is a bad habit, but it is better than to see my chopstick rolling onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I don't always fancy Chinese food, too much rice. I love pasta's and anything that does with cheese, milk, butter, egg and of course, salad's with dressing's.&lt;br /&gt;I am different. I know. I brought Western and European food onto my household, watch loads of American and English films, cooking shows too and I think, If I was in their country, they would understand me more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and I can't eat spicy, :( one thing I am really really sad about.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, he is pretty much more Asian than I am but still something about him got me to love asian food more, made me fall in love with spicy food, thought me how to speak hokkien better &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(half of the time he laughs at me for I sound stupidly funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , thought me how to cook better, understand our nation's most treasured food, how to be a better person, how to love myself more and made me fall in love. The love, something I have been searching for, something I long for.&lt;br /&gt;He who has given me so much love, and ask for nothing in return but for me to just love him back and listen to him. He who has so much passion, ambition and idea's for the future makes me want to be with him even more.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I see myself traveling around the world with a backpack and rolling around the globe and snacking off everything we see that is good, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no wait good is not good enough&lt;/span&gt;, that is AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to love reading, mostly non-fiction novels. I know&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;read with me, or he will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;listen to me&lt;/span&gt; reading to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to travel, adventurous travels, I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;he will&lt;/span&gt; travel with me. I will do the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; to live in a simple modest home, I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to sit in a bookstore and just look at cooking books, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to clean the house, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;he will&lt;/span&gt; happily do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are saying,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;" Are you sure he really is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;all that&lt;/span&gt;??". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do argue, no one is perfect. But the best part is, we never let it linger for a long time. The more you linger the bad aura, the more the love aura leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still believe there are first love that can live happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy to be so in Love at such young age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I am, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Crazily&lt;/span&gt;-in-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S-rhar3ChFI/AAAAAAAAB1k/tRe_ycjDLdY/s1600/love2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S-rhar3ChFI/AAAAAAAAB1k/tRe_ycjDLdY/s400/love2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470432545961313362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;our first picture together..love you forever more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-414535284370807989?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/414535284370807989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=414535284370807989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/414535284370807989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/414535284370807989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-him-with-love.html' title='To Him, with LoVe.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S-rh4ej4mwI/AAAAAAAAB18/OqEaGsdcYBc/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6226140353900650780</id><published>2010-05-11T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:18:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For now is work, Work and EAT! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know I know, I have been neglecting my blog due to work work work but that is no excuse as I have 2 days off in a week, I am just too lazy.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Work has been fun, I might had hated waitress-ing for a long time but I am starting to like it. I know I am not that bad with or to customers, of course sometimes there are the occasions of fake smile but most of the time, I smile because I want to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The first week was pretty tortures as there were many functions and I was new, resulting in being abit clueless and sometimes dumb. Well I got better as the weeks pass by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am also starting to enjoy reading!! Reading on my way to work, current book that I am reading Eat Pray and Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It sounds abit stupid to be reading such book isn't it? But this is not going to be about me, more like a woman in search for everything. It is vital to read this book before you realize that, everything that she said in the book is really what every one of us need to do before we actually settle down and rot. This book has been selling great and I heard it is coming out to movies! Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One thing I am for sure is after reading this book, I will never see the world like how I used to see it or how others would see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I might learn a thing or two and start loving life even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZzmqHJ0gPU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Pray &amp;amp; Love movie trailer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I am moving into the kitchen department starting on Saturday. I hope all is well in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I gotta  start thanking myself for going through this restaurant department for a month and not having to wear anymore pantyhose and office shoes no more!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now all I want to do is just relax at home, go to places alone and enjoy reading and making me a plate of pasta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-6226140353900650780?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6226140353900650780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6226140353900650780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6226140353900650780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6226140353900650780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-now-is-work-work-and-eat.html' title='For now is work, Work and EAT! :)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2695380965786681721</id><published>2010-04-20T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:58:20.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working makes the time goes by faster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As some of you might know, I am back in KL after one long week in Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Always reluctant to head back to this hole after heading back to Penang. It is always so much more relax over there. Although I did not do much, but I had a great time with my college indon-chinese friends who went there for holiday.  The food and the pandan coconut. I am missing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;badly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow will be my first day working at Westin Hotel, starting in the restaurant as a waitress. Great another torture month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes! I pretty much dislike serving and seeing customers, I dont know why, something about me hate's to look at people sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I rather hide behind the kitchen and do my own thing and not being eyed at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This 3 months will be a hectic one for me as I have to walk to the train station and change trains to another train which requires more walking, and to my hotel.. .. .  more walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It would be nice to have a bike with me around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Work starts at 9am for restaurant and if I am in kitchen I heard it starts at 7am! Halleluyah! * smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And my darling boyfriend is going to Jamaica next month to work for a month as they need extra staff. I hope there are internet lines there, if not, it be hard not chatting for a month!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But I guess its for the better too as I will be working most of my time, I won't have to worry &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;about rushing home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then again, I will miss him so dearly . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want this 4 months to pass as quickly as possible! I miss him, I miss my friends, I miss the Island already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2695380965786681721?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2695380965786681721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2695380965786681721&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2695380965786681721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2695380965786681721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/04/working-makes-time-goes-by-faster.html' title='Working makes the time goes by faster.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3108090108588137983</id><published>2010-04-18T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:08:08.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick-ASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8sBo1-DT2I/AAAAAAAAB1c/wL3nWOdkcgE/s1600/shut_up_kick-ass_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8sBo1-DT2I/AAAAAAAAB1c/wL3nWOdkcgE/s400/shut_up_kick-ass_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461460774310596450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8sBjo3RAzI/AAAAAAAAB1U/9pHIaVCbEpk/s1600/hitgirl_kickass1-500x331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8sBjo3RAzI/AAAAAAAAB1U/9pHIaVCbEpk/s320/hitgirl_kickass1-500x331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461460684893127474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8sBe9sziMI/AAAAAAAAB1M/GtOhv3HE1o0/s1600/KickAss_Johnson_Dave-thumb-550x344-20532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8sBe9sziMI/AAAAAAAAB1M/GtOhv3HE1o0/s320/KickAss_Johnson_Dave-thumb-550x344-20532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461460604587051202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Awesome Movie! lol..&lt;br /&gt;The best movie so far, along with Kill Bill and any other super-hero ass kicking movie!&lt;br /&gt;Kick Ass kicked those movie's off!&lt;br /&gt;Emkay, Brian and I love it so much.. At first it was just a random movie we chose and not knowing what kind of movie it is. All we knew was it is western film, thats it!&lt;br /&gt;Untill we saw the poster we were like, errrrr....?? And Emkay wanted to refund for another movie but we could not do that. But it was worth it..&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, nice action moves, good visuals which does not come to as fake when you watch it. Very much like a Kill Bill, assassin movie but this time the assassin its a guy and his daughter! Cool ey? Love the lil girl..&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it in cinema's or download it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-3108090108588137983?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3108090108588137983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3108090108588137983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3108090108588137983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3108090108588137983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/04/kick-ass.html' title='Kick-ASS'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8sBo1-DT2I/AAAAAAAAB1c/wL3nWOdkcgE/s72-c/shut_up_kick-ass_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-844532094298517371</id><published>2010-04-14T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:07:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not knowing who you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8WEcgDEmvI/AAAAAAAAB00/8m1jFjzttUI/s1600/Mother-and-Child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8WEcgDEmvI/AAAAAAAAB00/8m1jFjzttUI/s400/Mother-and-Child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459915748430617330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought had been on my mind since this morning. Never made to bed till 6am with mummy cause we talk and talk, well mostly she did the talking as usual. And I just love to listen to stories.&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing stories all my life, over and over again, Yea it gets boring but its part of my life and interest to listen to people's rants, sorrows and just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something got me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;what if, you were born a bastard child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I know that sounds wrong, but it is the only way to get my point right on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who your real father is but oblivion to the fact that the father that you call everyday isn't quite your biological father?&lt;br /&gt;Although you were treated and loved like you were his child.&lt;br /&gt;What happen when you found out one day that this was just all a lie?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that your parents hide you away from your biological father so that the pride of the family would not be jeopardized and all they want for you is a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really a normal life? Or isn't it just a lie to keep your pride and humanity while you hold the biggest guilt for your entire life not letting the innocent child to know who she is?&lt;br /&gt;Part of it, to protect the child from getting teased and looked down?&lt;br /&gt;But the child would be a fool to find it out later.&lt;br /&gt;This problem does not need to be filled out to the entire family, the only person who needs to know is the child. And the biological father has all the rights to see the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping away the child from the father will just hurt both parties even more, although the child does not know, but sooner or later, all the lies will come out one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It be damn lucky if the child does not act out and find faults when he or she finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8WFsk_s2FI/AAAAAAAAB1E/xFdPI-LWb5o/s1600/MomChild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8WFsk_s2FI/AAAAAAAAB1E/xFdPI-LWb5o/s320/MomChild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459917124148189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Guilt. A burden you carry everyday, a past that lingers on your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-844532094298517371?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/844532094298517371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=844532094298517371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/844532094298517371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/844532094298517371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-if.html' title='Not knowing who you are.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S8WEcgDEmvI/AAAAAAAAB00/8m1jFjzttUI/s72-c/Mother-and-Child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-606676748376442933</id><published>2010-04-07T20:30:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:35:32.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAT+ACC= OVER , ENG=FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7x_KaZjU6I/AAAAAAAABzE/tOyYPcFG6Zc/s1600/27020_379496997794_610927794_3746706_3235386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a high chance of failing accounts. Business Maths is still not bad! And yes if you guys are reading this, I can finally do some add maths.!!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm never ever going to be good in figures, numbers and whatever that is gotta do with counting.&lt;br /&gt;The only paper left, English! Easy as a pie but not too easy.. cause my English lecturer, well lets just say she was meant to be born from the royal family of England. No one can top her high expectations in English. But I like her, pretty much one of the lecturers I actually like listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had my wine tasting in College, the day was gloomy and it started to pour. The rain here is crazy, more than where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;Stepped on a pavement filled with grass, but I forgot that the earth on that particular part was really soft and muddy. Stepped right on muddy soil with me slippers on. &lt;s&gt;heaven sent&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could runaway from being seen with muddy feet on my way to the class, a whole bunch of students was at the hallway right where I just came in. I hope they did not notice anything. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the picture's were taken from Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yG8LSGUUI/AAAAAAAAB0M/NK4w1UfuO4g/s1600/wine5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yG8LSGUUI/AAAAAAAAB0M/NK4w1UfuO4g/s400/wine5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457385216845173058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had more than 4, we had 7 different types of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yGyvAv7gI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Vkyry5WL5J8/s1600/wine1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yGyvAv7gI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Vkyry5WL5J8/s400/wine1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457385054637387266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yGk3I0UeI/AAAAAAAABz8/whE3LVwRtbQ/s1600/wine3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yGk3I0UeI/AAAAAAAABz8/whE3LVwRtbQ/s400/wine3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457384816300544482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People who could not drink much, passes along their glass. To me!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yGORM63RI/AAAAAAAABz0/pfRz3sucAGw/s1600/wine4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yGORM63RI/AAAAAAAABz0/pfRz3sucAGw/s400/wine4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457384428160081170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realized it was too much in one glass, darn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yF-14liDI/AAAAAAAABzs/SBkJ7SL8tvE/s1600/wine2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yF-14liDI/AAAAAAAABzs/SBkJ7SL8tvE/s400/wine2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457384163129002034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry, Leslie and Dugong face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yFjgXAfCI/AAAAAAAABzk/25IY8uWnowQ/s1600/wine6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yFjgXAfCI/AAAAAAAABzk/25IY8uWnowQ/s400/wine6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457383693494549538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice wine everyone fell head over heels. It was nice, but not as good as the other sweet wine, Kressmenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yFYY8OR1I/AAAAAAAABzc/XgXpQFZQod4/s1600/wine8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yFYY8OR1I/AAAAAAAABzc/XgXpQFZQod4/s400/wine8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457383502524598098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was our last service class for this term, I am going to miss them and college for 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;Internship is just a week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yFPkw28UI/AAAAAAAABzU/FkG-HxU-1a4/s1600/wine7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yFPkw28UI/AAAAAAAABzU/FkG-HxU-1a4/s400/wine7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457383351079334210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit by me, nice? lol.&lt;br /&gt;Art does not have corner's nor end's .  . just be creative and appreciate what you may create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yAT6LO8fI/AAAAAAAABzM/PjBWIglgAHY/s1600/27020_379631327794_610927794_3750139_1210816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7x_KaZjU6I/AAAAAAAABzE/tOyYPcFG6Zc/s1600/27020_379496997794_610927794_3746706_3235386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-606676748376442933?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/606676748376442933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=606676748376442933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/606676748376442933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/606676748376442933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/04/matacc-over-engfriday.html' title='MAT+ACC= OVER , ENG=FRIDAY'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7yG8LSGUUI/AAAAAAAAB0M/NK4w1UfuO4g/s72-c/wine5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7959215008101864902</id><published>2010-04-03T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:24:18.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relentless</title><content type='html'>It is going to be my last week of term 3.&lt;br /&gt;Finals is just around the corner, and I'm not up for it. Business Maths and Cost Accounting oh ya and English.&lt;br /&gt;I am never good in counting and if I fail any of this subject this term, I will have to re-sit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determination to do well = 8/10&lt;br /&gt;Determination to study = 4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I don't, I will be the one sorry and feeling the blue's later on.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to finish it up and head back to Penang! Need to chill and just have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;And this few days my mood had been down, relentlessly not happy, stress and angry.&lt;br /&gt;Some problem arise, to solve and understand it.&lt;br /&gt;I just found out my confirmation to work in Westin Hotel is still pending, uggh! Nightmare. Need to wait till Monday to find out. Not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this problems go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-7959215008101864902?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7959215008101864902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7959215008101864902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7959215008101864902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7959215008101864902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/04/relentless.html' title='Relentless'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-335090104582554212</id><published>2010-04-02T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:16:35.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Two Fat Boy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Remember I told you guys how funny the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TWO FAT BOY's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; are in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well some may have wonder why is it so funny to me and am I just exaggerating about it? I remember so clearly where the TWO FAT BOY's come from, obviously they never actually did appear in any of the Alice in Wonderland that I/we read, or as far as I can remember, I never seen  them being in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyways, here it is, the actor behind the Two fat Boy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7X6e7aifeI/AAAAAAAAByc/0vkmqw_hX6M/s1600/little_britain_narrowweb__300x431,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7X6e7aifeI/AAAAAAAAByc/0vkmqw_hX6M/s400/little_britain_narrowweb__300x431,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455541932881247714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7X4tJovgFI/AAAAAAAAByU/eQNagQTOi4Y/s1600/mattlucas1207_468x544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7X4tJovgFI/AAAAAAAAByU/eQNagQTOi4Y/s400/mattlucas1207_468x544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455539978193829970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7X4fsvf_1I/AAAAAAAAByM/SgiXGY7RgYU/s1600/Live1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7X4fsvf_1I/AAAAAAAAByM/SgiXGY7RgYU/s400/Live1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455539747099246418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh yes his a guy alright, not a girl..but he is gay.. I love the way he act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You guys should really watch it, you will laugh till you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't you just love how he loves to frown, his signature mark even in Alice in Wonderland you can see his character frown most of the time.. and it's his voice. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If you have seen his shows before, you would understand why I laughed so much when I watch Alice in Wonderland. I seen it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, the first time, I laughed a lot not the second time though maybe because not many people were laughing the 2nd time. More silence and question marks on their forehead can be felt around. But I would not mind watching it again brings back childhood memories. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Have fun watching, have a great laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-335090104582554212?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/335090104582554212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=335090104582554212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/335090104582554212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/335090104582554212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-two-fat-boys.html' title='Little Two Fat Boy&apos;s'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S7X6e7aifeI/AAAAAAAAByc/0vkmqw_hX6M/s72-c/little_britain_narrowweb__300x431,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3586908236957797561</id><published>2010-03-27T03:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T03:56:42.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday night,  went for movie with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asaad, his brother Khalood ,  and bunch of his friends Madeh , Muhammad and Chung Hyu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why I am mixing with them? They are fine people.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they are even more gentlemen than any of the guys here&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Im not saying that you guys arent, just need to straighten up your game show abit more of respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was really good!! I really love it, it is odd, funny, and of course its from the story book who would not love it...! I really love how they play the roll in it especially the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO FAT BOY's&lt;/span&gt;..The actor must be from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Britain&lt;/span&gt;! Remember that British comedy with this fat guy..?? Hahaha, hilarious!!! I don't mind watching it again, but in DVD la..&lt;br /&gt;And Johny Depp! His odd character, I just Love him!&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab home with them cause we all stay the same area, but I was reluctant to head home, cause it was still early and I'll be bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So.... Shisha!!!&lt;/span&gt; :D  My Long time friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Rm15 for PINEAPPLE special plus peach and double apple.. Cheap right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Why is it call PINEAPPLE special? You'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60H31uCOeI/AAAAAAAABx0/Pi9yUxp4eOE/s1600/ass.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60H31uCOeI/AAAAAAAABx0/Pi9yUxp4eOE/s400/ass.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453023379709901282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60Hj7jrgdI/AAAAAAAABxs/c8NBBKwSdB8/s1600/ass2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60Hj7jrgdI/AAAAAAAABxs/c8NBBKwSdB8/s400/ass2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453023037679698386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60HfMyeq_I/AAAAAAAABxk/niDmKUhi-UY/s1600/ass3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60HfMyeq_I/AAAAAAAABxk/niDmKUhi-UY/s400/ass3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453022956405828594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muhammad claims that his shisha is&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; INFINITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; and who does not share his cause he smokes like crazy. He likes to learn Korean language. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60Hab6EXUI/AAAAAAAABxc/9nRuRLPMBf8/s1600/ass4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60Hab6EXUI/AAAAAAAABxc/9nRuRLPMBf8/s400/ass4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453022874564844866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't mind my stone face, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is an actual pineapple between the bong and the aluminum foil. It is very smooth, unlike the ones you taste in Penang. Disgusting and dry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-3586908236957797561?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3586908236957797561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3586908236957797561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3586908236957797561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3586908236957797561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderland.html' title='Wonderland'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S60H31uCOeI/AAAAAAAABx0/Pi9yUxp4eOE/s72-c/ass.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4151280874956107781</id><published>2010-03-25T02:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T03:09:35.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachiko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pgw9gZ1iI/AAAAAAAABxU/n4ASRJRrMeg/s1600/hachiko_wordpress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452276693145867810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pgw9gZ1iI/AAAAAAAABxU/n4ASRJRrMeg/s400/hachiko_wordpress2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Base on a true story back in Japan about a Professor and a dog name Hachiko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A devoted and friendly dog who waits for his master everyday at the train station at the same time..!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Please if you have the time, just get the dvd! It's better! Don't wait for it to come out in the movies, cause you would not want people to stare at you for having puffy red eye's at the mall wouldn't ya? I wasted like a half a roll of tissue's, and it was not even the ending yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The dog is definitely better than a golden or labrador retriever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I add this Akita breed to my list . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pglCFxI6I/AAAAAAAABxM/OMU5yDXbOHs/s1600/Hachiko+and+Richard+Gere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452276488217895842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pglCFxI6I/AAAAAAAABxM/OMU5yDXbOHs/s320/Hachiko+and+Richard+Gere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; My favourite actor and the cutesy lil'puppy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pgSLq7JBI/AAAAAAAABxE/7aWjQH1tNWM/s1600/hachiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452276164372145170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pgSLq7JBI/AAAAAAAABxE/7aWjQH1tNWM/s400/hachiko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It does look like a Husky aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pf2lUW_3I/AAAAAAAABw8/touwQ-bIcxI/s1600/hachiko_statue_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452275690220486514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pf2lUW_3I/AAAAAAAABw8/touwQ-bIcxI/s400/hachiko_statue_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The real Hachiko monument stands at Shibuya train station! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jessica! Please pet Hachiko for me, and do take me there one day, I want to feed him. Poor thing had nothing much to eat while waiting for his professor. He rather starve than to leave his master. Sobx.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME MOVIE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do remember to get ready your tissue's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-4151280874956107781?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4151280874956107781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4151280874956107781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4151280874956107781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4151280874956107781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/03/hachiko.html' title='Hachiko'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6pgw9gZ1iI/AAAAAAAABxU/n4ASRJRrMeg/s72-c/hachiko_wordpress2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-17933425555923027</id><published>2010-03-24T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:37:18.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6josjbNDSI/AAAAAAAABw0/AiTEo3z5984/s1600-h/Picture7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451863201053216034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6josjbNDSI/AAAAAAAABw0/AiTEo3z5984/s400/Picture7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There are some thing's that are always on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I can't wait, for this Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;By the end of this Summer, hopefully things will be back on track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We always count the days, the days left, always put a smile on our face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's hard not to live without you guys, it makes it so easy being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Surely there are bad times and good times, just cherish the good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Keep the bad ones in a box and throw the key away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6joaFQVnzI/AAAAAAAABws/QHxuKCnfwng/s1600-h/Picture8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451862883716931378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6joaFQVnzI/AAAAAAAABws/QHxuKCnfwng/s320/Picture8.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been wanting to make this, just did not had the drive to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I've done it, can't stop looking at the happy faces spend in highschool, the beach, prom, phuket and right before all left from the island we call home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MISS YOU GUY's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-17933425555923027?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/17933425555923027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=17933425555923027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/17933425555923027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/17933425555923027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/03/familiar-faces.html' title='Familiar faces'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6josjbNDSI/AAAAAAAABw0/AiTEo3z5984/s72-c/Picture7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6634006933897477987</id><published>2010-03-21T17:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:37:42.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good food, wine and friends.</title><content type='html'>My lecturer had this good idea of having a dinner out together, to taste food and wine together and see how the wine complements each other.&lt;br /&gt;I was not going for the dinner as it was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Rm100&lt;/span&gt; per person for 4 course meal and 4 different types of wine. Too expensive for me...&lt;br /&gt;But in the end someone could not make it, so I ate for free..:D&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Barry, Cha cha, and Oscar at our Speacial table from the rest..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was Ravioli stuffed with spinach and ricotta cheese top with basil leafs and the wine would be a Rose wine by Jacob Creeks. I love the meal as it refresh the palate but the wine was a tad too strong for a starter meal tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2nd meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was Potato &amp;amp; Leek soup, nothing speacial, not my favourite and he did not sieve the soup, so its really fiberous. But the wine is really nice! When drink the soup and end it with some wine, it becomes realy buttery and creamy at the same time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3rd meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was Braised Lamb Shank with some Aglio Olio on the side. By the time the food got to me, i was pretty full but the food was too hard not to resist it! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;I ate some and gave most of my lamb to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was more into the Red wine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6Ywd_0pc1I/AAAAAAAABwk/_WW2wSj3Ybs/s1600-h/Picture6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451097690885157714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6Ywd_0pc1I/AAAAAAAABwk/_WW2wSj3Ybs/s320/Picture6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The picture on the left would be the starter and right one would be the Braised Lamb Shank. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The last course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was Apple Strudel and serve with a sweet wine. Orange Muscat and Flora by Brown Brothers. Nice! I am falling in love with sweet wine. I really wish I can have more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YwVYqpjuI/AAAAAAAABwc/Sk5g9i_lrbc/s1600-h/Photo1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451097542935285474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YwVYqpjuI/AAAAAAAABwc/Sk5g9i_lrbc/s200/Photo1254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oscar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YwC2BzkwI/AAAAAAAABwU/CXCYXbPjEAM/s1600-h/Picture3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451097224399524610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YwC2BzkwI/AAAAAAAABwU/CXCYXbPjEAM/s320/Picture3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barry and Cha cha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YvDPVPpEI/AAAAAAAABwM/Rih8hYQ8W0Q/s1600-h/Picture4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451096131680314434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YvDPVPpEI/AAAAAAAABwM/Rih8hYQ8W0Q/s320/Picture4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The chef and owner of this Italian restaurant, dont know his name, but he was explaining to us about the food and wine that he will be serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YuQfBamuI/AAAAAAAABv8/DhOWHQ7vkr0/s1600-h/Picture5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451095259718785762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YuQfBamuI/AAAAAAAABv8/DhOWHQ7vkr0/s320/Picture5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He used to study in Taylor's College as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night, I had a good time, good laugh and a good time talking about food and wine. It's always nice to wine and dine with friends. You gain more knowledge when you eat and share your idea's of the food. Some may have different points of views but nevertheless its always good to argue abit of what you feel is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YSYPmDhDI/AAAAAAAABv0/4vpVtGsw6_k/s1600-h/Picture1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451064606690870322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6YSYPmDhDI/AAAAAAAABv0/4vpVtGsw6_k/s320/Picture1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some extra meals that I have made recently, top left would be Grilled chicken with fettucinni carbonara with asparagus wrapped in bacon. Top right, some japanese rice crackers top with some salmon roe cream from IKEA, and cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chiffon pandan cake that I made at college, in that pic it belongs to my lecturer, Chef Vincent. The one that I made, came out perfectly nice but it got ugly cause my lovely friend Thu Hoong cut into it.. lol! Niways..the cake is nice and fluffy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last pic will be Fettucinni carbonara with bacon, asparagus and brocolli..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I Live to Eat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food makes me tummy happy, and it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-6634006933897477987?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6634006933897477987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6634006933897477987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6634006933897477987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6634006933897477987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-food-wine-and-friends.html' title='Good food, wine and friends.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S6Ywd_0pc1I/AAAAAAAABwk/_WW2wSj3Ybs/s72-c/Picture6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4190449780010520358</id><published>2010-03-14T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:49:06.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad of "M"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My day was not that bad until I found out that my white short pants that I've hung outside last night is gone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who could have stolen it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm guessing that it is the Myanmar girls whom are staying next to my room, and I just found out that they are moving out tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My landlord gave allowed me to access into their room and check if my shorts were in there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadly there was nothing in there.. guess they moved their luggage already and a great plan to take my shorts away too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I should not be accusing them, but stealing my shorts with the hanger on too? Come on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Any insane bra, underwear stealer would know it be too obvious to be seen with a hanger in hand and walking around the streets like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So it should be an inside job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I should not be fussing just because someone stole my shorts but I save my money to buy the things I want. Materials things just don't appear on my doorstep so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now all I can do is regret that I did not bring it in earlier after it rained. All I can do now is just curse the person who stole it, to trip , and shatter their teeth into pieces. There is nothing more worst than to lose all your teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After reading so many emails about this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"MALAySIA BOLEH"&lt;/span&gt; crap, I just can't wait to graduate and just leave this god-forsaken town and just go somewhere else and live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At first I thought that this Malaysia my second home was something different and good to boast our economic exchange rate, but now that I think of it, what for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You want more old and derange people to live in our country? What's next? A home-retiree for them to live on as they are too old to go back to their own country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes things need to be look at a long-term run. We are letting in more foreigners to stay here and what for? Just more rape cases and shit. More indon's, philipino's, myanmar's, thai's, cambodians, and even china people because they are cheaper and so our country is just nothing but a cheap country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I pretty much can say I regret studying in Malaysia now, and in my current college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The people here just don't care much of their studies, and i wonder why are they still in the same class as I am. I just wish they would just disappear from this group and find another course that actually suits them. Or maybe just go get a job, if they can stay in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We can start hiring maids in Malaysia in 10 to 20 years time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Good luck. Go clean your house now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-4190449780010520358?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4190449780010520358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4190449780010520358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4190449780010520358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4190449780010520358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad-of-m.html' title='Mad of &quot;M&quot;'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6971128540495746227</id><published>2010-03-13T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T16:56:09.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I had a great time yesterday, interview with Westin Hotel in the morning, sucky accounts class in the afternoon, and then movie and pool with Asaad, his brother and his friends from language center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The whole time with them, I was the only Malaysian and the rest, are Arabs, Koreans, Maldivians, and one China girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There were pretty much language barrier among the Koreans and the China girl, but it was okay we manage to have a good laugh together and just have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One of the Korean girl name Ji Su? or Ji -Shu, the way she speak is really funny, shes here to learn English so I was not really bothered by the fact that she speaks pretty slow and thinking half of the time. At least she wants to learn and improve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now, I should be doing my English essay of 2 to 3 pages. Dratz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-6971128540495746227?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6971128540495746227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6971128540495746227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6971128540495746227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6971128540495746227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/03/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4623569677065561053</id><published>2010-02-27T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:29:34.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Going to Ikea with Alyssa and her family tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just love going to furniture or household item shop. Partly maybe cause I know I can always look at all those wonderful creation and interior designs and can never be able to afford and buy it. Maybe next time when I am earning for myself? xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can I have the salmon please oh please..? And and the pear soda drink?? oh . . I just need it so I can sleep peacefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Satisfaction is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have always loved interior designing, it's such and artistic job, photography too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well I have chose Culinary as my first choice, cause I am such a pig and craves for food constantly. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I need a bigger handbag so badly!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Saw one today, which is not bad.. but did not bring enough cash..dratzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Will find another type tomorrow then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ola Humans.. night night.&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/1767237510910010501-4623569677065561053?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4623569677065561053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4623569677065561053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4623569677065561053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4623569677065561053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/02/ikea.html' title='Ikea'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-441456962455495716</id><published>2010-02-20T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:13:05.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE ROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought, I could resist the fact that your not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought, I could resist myself from tearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought, I can now sleep peacefully on your bed without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact that I even play some lovey dovey slow songs to make it as though as you are there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I know you always need songs to sleep. I never really like hearing songs to sleep, only once awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried hard not to think so much of you, but being in your room makes it hard because every time when I face my head towards the empty side of the bed. It's .......sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;That whole time I just want you to appear, just appear by my side and kiss me on the forehead, wish me goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to hear your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need your smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need what I need most is your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why I am so vulnerable this few days, maybe cause I am leaving tomorrow back to Subang? The sense of your presence is every where whenever I am in Penang. The places we've been together, shared together, happy times.. reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3_4RWSruQI/AAAAAAAABvs/2X-kNoMY414/s1600-h/Photo1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3_4RWSruQI/AAAAAAAABvs/2X-kNoMY414/s320/Photo1201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440339851812256002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love the new shade of baby blue and this floral&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sheets &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3_4IT1obmI/AAAAAAAABvk/NBqoLOv4ytI/s1600-h/Photo1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3_4IT1obmI/AAAAAAAABvk/NBqoLOv4ytI/s320/Photo1199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440339696534711906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Miss the dim light in your room, makes it so cosy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1767237510910010501-441456962455495716?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/441456962455495716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=441456962455495716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/441456962455495716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/441456962455495716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/02/linger.html' title='BLUE ROOM'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3_4RWSruQI/AAAAAAAABvs/2X-kNoMY414/s72-c/Photo1201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-1309075262372859576</id><published>2010-02-14T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:42:19.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day babe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love me, love me...say that you love me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fool me, fool me....go on and fool me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love me, Love me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretend that you love me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cant care bout anything but you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you chagiya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kisses for you * its going to Carribean, for you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-1309075262372859576?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/1309075262372859576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=1309075262372859576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1309075262372859576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1309075262372859576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-babe.html' title='Happy Valentines Day babe..'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5039579283898041891</id><published>2010-02-13T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:46:52.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3aPuxFss6I/AAAAAAAABvU/v_qQcpAHj-c/s1600-h/Photo1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3aPuxFss6I/AAAAAAAABvU/v_qQcpAHj-c/s320/Photo1133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437691633710445474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3aPWOodMlI/AAAAAAAABvM/uGGMck1GGq4/s1600-h/Photo1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3aPWOodMlI/AAAAAAAABvM/uGGMck1GGq4/s320/Photo1140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437691212144128594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Time for Chinese New Year Reunion with old,young,thin,tall,short,fat and bold humans.&lt;br /&gt;Eat, drink, gamble and the cycle goes on for days till it ends.&lt;br /&gt;How many days ah????? 15days?? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Miss you lots babe, even though you did not show up today :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5039579283898041891?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5039579283898041891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5039579283898041891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5039579283898041891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5039579283898041891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/02/reunion-dinner.html' title='Reunion dinner'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3aPuxFss6I/AAAAAAAABvU/v_qQcpAHj-c/s72-c/Photo1133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4092100096905827033</id><published>2010-02-11T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:02:28.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind me why I Love You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3Q2WgcX6yI/AAAAAAAABuk/QYuDpzQi-jQ/s1600-h/Roses.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3Q2WgcX6yI/AAAAAAAABuk/QYuDpzQi-jQ/s320/Roses.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437030410436995874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season of romance and having another big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;celebration which is&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; makes it more Red than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I dont really fancy Chinese New Year despite the annoying songs and hot hot weather around makes u just wanna stay home and chillax.. But the angpao's makes it worthwhile and the gathering can be somewhat fun at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be having any &lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;valentines specials&lt;/s&gt; this year, but what I feel I am lacking in this relationship is that I tend to forget about what made us? What made me love you? Why do I love you? Is it worth waiting for you?&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes when I am so caught up with my own life, I tend to forget what I love most out of that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the last answer to that question is Yes..:)&lt;br /&gt;What I miss most is being swept away in his arms by him, being pampered, seduced in his words, be a doll towards him, I dont mean being dumb but being lovely and a darling towards him. In another words, I miss being woo-ed by him.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying his not good enough for me, but the physical contact has been missing for about 8months now, so its rather sensitive and dry now.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever his with me I think his too good for me that I dont deserve him at times and look down upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know he loves me dearly and whichever way he looks and thinks of me is equally same as me.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I cant feel the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What makes our love so special is that, I know I can handle and workout things by myself. Not having him to guide me all the time I learn to makes mistakes and solve it in my own manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-4092100096905827033?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4092100096905827033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4092100096905827033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4092100096905827033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4092100096905827033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/02/remind-me-why-i-love-you.html' title='Remind me why I Love You?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S3Q2WgcX6yI/AAAAAAAABuk/QYuDpzQi-jQ/s72-c/Roses.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2336882327750765941</id><published>2010-02-05T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:02:24.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship 19 April - 10 July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2xQO-wtA6I/AAAAAAAABuU/IyR2VdJV8Vc/s1600-h/chef+cutting+carrots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2xQO-wtA6I/AAAAAAAABuU/IyR2VdJV8Vc/s400/chef+cutting+carrots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434807068625011618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My mind is clouded with thoughts of where should I do my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt;. It is so fast ain't it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Time passes like a speeding train that never stops, the time is always ticking.. With a blink of an eye, you stand before something you never expect to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We need to make&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at where we want to work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Taylor's has a list of good hotel's. If not, I gotta apply for it.. It is going to take time and what if it can't be done..??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the nervous part. You don't know whether will they accept you or not, only a certain period of time will let you know. I think the most important in all of this is your CV and how you present it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks shouldn't be much of an issue, but first impressions says it all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I hope what I have done in the past helps with my resume.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am glad that I have worked at a number of places, at least I know how it is like to actually work in the kitchen or as a waitress.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I know that I hate being a waitress despite having to put a fake smile every time a customer walks in to the restaurant. I am passionate about working in a kitchen and make someone smile when they see and eat the food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly,yes, I am still serving food to my guest..but it's best to just feel the smiles from the food itself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am not a big fan of fine dine, cause I hardly had any "good" fine dine anyways. Not in Penang of course.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I had a fine dine experience recently at a supposing-ly famous hotel, but it was rather a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; with the bill totally to a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BOMB&lt;/span&gt;..!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thank god I was not paying for it. lol...&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/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2xQk6FR4TI/AAAAAAAABuc/nny2Zv3JrVs/s1600-h/20070913_redmeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2xQk6FR4TI/AAAAAAAABuc/nny2Zv3JrVs/s320/20070913_redmeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434807445326258482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pictures are taken from the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Having this internship could make me change my perception of fine dine (good) food.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;From there I could explore more on my taste buds and hopefully one day cook some real fine dine and be the best in what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I like comfort food..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly pasta's and stew's.. :)  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it sound comfy and filling already? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2336882327750765941?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2336882327750765941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2336882327750765941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2336882327750765941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2336882327750765941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/02/internship-19-april-10-july.html' title='Internship 19 April - 10 July'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2xQO-wtA6I/AAAAAAAABuU/IyR2VdJV8Vc/s72-c/chef+cutting+carrots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7463945324313896473</id><published>2010-02-04T20:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:37:05.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day goes by with an AHHHhh CHiiiiuu...!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I have been neglecting my blog.. (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;My college days goes by with just a blink of an eye, there are days when its real fun and sometimes a real bore. With the new campus, its still boring... its so huge but its so empty.&lt;br /&gt;I like the look of it though its boring, It has the College/Uni look. Feels much more better than the miserable/shared/campus/business buildings at LCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here are some picture's of the new campus and college mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2rfWYd7g9I/AAAAAAAABuM/YIqJXwskuPU/s1600-h/Photo1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2rfWYd7g9I/AAAAAAAABuM/YIqJXwskuPU/s400/Photo1039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434401475994026962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2re9Hs5irI/AAAAAAAABuE/JDHgS14-Drc/s1600-h/Photo1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2re9Hs5irI/AAAAAAAABuE/JDHgS14-Drc/s320/Photo1047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434401041996679858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2rep3Fl7hI/AAAAAAAABt8/wbBnkqNLAjE/s1600-h/Photo1048.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/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2rep3Fl7hI/AAAAAAAABt8/wbBnkqNLAjE/s320/Photo1048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434400711119334930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2rect4wcEI/AAAAAAAABt0/UcEUqvtBlBo/s1600-h/Photo1086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2rect4wcEI/AAAAAAAABt0/UcEUqvtBlBo/s320/Photo1086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434400485311279170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2reUl1X6kI/AAAAAAAABts/RZ9prlDtsfQ/s1600-h/Photo1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2reUl1X6kI/AAAAAAAABts/RZ9prlDtsfQ/s320/Photo1085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434400345710651970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically drink more coffee than I should now. All the morning classes and also practical classes pretty much weigh someone down. I think I am the only girl there that drinks Coffee like water? lol.. I hardly see any guys drink more coffee than I do there.. maybe soon?&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 cups of coffee today, 1st during service where I was the bartender, 2nd was after service, and the 3rd was unintentionally. Let me tell you why, I was out getting some groceries cause I was so eager to make some Indonesian food which is call Rawon which Cha Cha gave me. Its a thick paste of spices and u mix it with Beef and accompany with some rice and veggie, It is good..:)&lt;br /&gt;So after getting me groceries, I looked out and it was raining real heavily.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to just walk under the rain but despite my weeks of getting flu on and off, I rather not risk getting worst. The only place to wait is, yes... STARBUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;Got a latte and wait wait wait wait...&lt;br /&gt;Im hyper yet SICK! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I read the newspaper ;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WELLINGTON,NZ &lt;/span&gt;a girl is willing to give up her virginity in exchange on getting money for college tuition fees. The highest bidder will get to ...you know..  Yea, betcha anyone will do anything for money. And the highest bidder is approximately 45thousand NZ dollar.. wow! That is more than enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the person is nice enough to just give her the money with no exchange or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you go to the extend of losing ur virginity for a lifetime education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever do that ad in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, the highest bidder will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"SEPULUH RINGGIT MAU TAK MAU??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-7463945324313896473?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7463945324313896473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7463945324313896473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7463945324313896473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7463945324313896473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-goes-by-with-ahhhhh-chiiiiuu.html' title='The day goes by with an AHHHhh CHiiiiuu...!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S2rfWYd7g9I/AAAAAAAABuM/YIqJXwskuPU/s72-c/Photo1039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-1319827007056331991</id><published>2010-01-06T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:42:11.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here You go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Anna&lt;/span&gt;! I took this sometime ago! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I bet you know where this is, but there are still books right?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S0Q886YTXAI/AAAAAAAABtk/9POK2HYnkW4/s1600-h/Photo0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S0Q886YTXAI/AAAAAAAABtk/9POK2HYnkW4/s320/Photo0912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423526868421925890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am emotionless sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes I feel like talking, I really do want to talk to you. It was an act of hunger, a hunger to talk to you. Somehow somewhere in between, people do get lost for words and I really dislike talking to you when others are around. Just like when I draw, I hate people looking, just like when I cook, and talk &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;(unless it's people that I am comfortable with)&lt;/span&gt; . This is something I really need to change, I am like this since young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The fact that the person was talking to herself beside me, was just annoying. I'm sorry but I find it really really really rude, because she always does it. It's not only this time but it is ALWAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Even when I am on the phone, she will talk,yell and scold me despite whoever I am talking with, she does not seem to care. She always say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I won't give you face in front of your friends or guest".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Yes, I will lose my face in front of them but I guess she will be the biggest loser of it all. A person who does not respect people's priority and would rather just make a fool of herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Never once she is satisfied nor appreciate things people does for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She just loves to compare, and compare and compare us with others &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( never good to compare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bring out about the past and the bad stuffs. Talks to herself, mumbles, clean,CLEAN, and VERY CLEAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be saying stuff like this, but I just want people to understand why am I like this towards her because none of you know this. You are not in my shoes, you will never understood the torment I go through. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love her very much but she just love sticking a pin into your butt and the pins just slowly evolves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My boyfriend thinks that I am talkative, but I'm not.. Really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am only talkative towards the person that I am comfortable with and have lots in common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I maybe noisy at times, but it only last for awhile. When I'm beat and down, thing's gets a bit too quiet around. I am pretty much dead/ lifeless/ motionless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I barely even mingle around with my college friends, because I am not comfortable around them.. It's pretty hard to actually find people who are nice to talk with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Some people do talk a lot of crap, like really crappy, but there are people who really enjoy this.. I just don't get it at times. People just love crappy words I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I do like being quiet you know, let peace into the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-1319827007056331991?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/1319827007056331991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=1319827007056331991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1319827007056331991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1319827007056331991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/01/emotionless.html' title='Emotionless'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/S0Q886YTXAI/AAAAAAAABtk/9POK2HYnkW4/s72-c/Photo0912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-139095813976924775</id><published>2010-01-03T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:23:02.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIme wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Got up late as usual nowadays..it's a holiday, don't blame me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Went out with Emkay and her friends, Alvin, Brian, Samantha and Christ for a movie called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Imaginarium of Dr.Parnassus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;by the great late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, Christopher Plummer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;( the guy who acted in the Sound of Music as the father)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; yes he is still alive. Lol.. along with Jude Law, Johnny Depp and Colin Farrell. It was definitely a messy movie, and I would not want to watch it a second time man. The actors were good, just not the story line, it was messy and somewhat I called confusing you and makes you just want to close your eyes and fall into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lala - land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. For a movie like that, TOO MUCH DRAMA !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Then got to Nando's and had dinner which I should be eating since I was suppose to go home for dinner, but the smell of the chicken was too tempting!! So I had Chicken Salad instead to fill my craving! lol... Emkay add too much of Hot sauce in her salad ended up sweating along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Then Alvin drop me off home and they head to Nicole's Birthday party! I should had gone , I should had gone to kill this Boredom here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had dinner at home! Lol...again I know.. and watched Mary Poppins and waited for bf to come online, but he never showed, so I waited till the movie end but still no sign of him got me to message him on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He showed up for awhile and then offline again..-.- Then it was the end of it! The line over there was down again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So there goes my night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know I shouldn't be a baby and get pissed, but sometimes I just can't help and just get angry at the world! How it is so unfair at times. I've barely had time to online with him and when I do had the chance, they give me shit!    ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't I have the rights to be pissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-139095813976924775?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/139095813976924775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=139095813976924775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/139095813976924775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/139095813976924775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-wasted.html' title='TIme wasted'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3325371437459830226</id><published>2010-01-01T16:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:34:50.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year @ 1 year Annivesary Babe..</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe that we could make it to 1 year.. yeah time kinda travel's really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Some times you want it to last as long as it can and sometimes you just want it to end really fast..&lt;br /&gt;Time is all that we can count on now, I am focusing more on college and I party less now. It's all about me Me ME time.. I guess this is the time where we want to focus on what do we really want and need in our life.&lt;br /&gt;As we are still very young to jump into a wagon and say goodbye to our youth. Are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this pics so I could remember your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3DNhi48YI/AAAAAAAABtE/hP2Got3aT7g/s1600-h/Photo0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3DNhi48YI/AAAAAAAABtE/hP2Got3aT7g/s200/Photo0152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421704163534369154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember your nose and your lips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3DIQv7aGI/AAAAAAAABs8/yFdQhTaMVA4/s1600-h/Photo0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3DIQv7aGI/AAAAAAAABs8/yFdQhTaMVA4/s200/Photo0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421704073126307938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your thick eye brows which I loathe to pluck out again someday.. d:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3cWZXG4iI/AAAAAAAABtM/OwzsuU65Nzg/s1600-h/Photo0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3cWZXG4iI/AAAAAAAABtM/OwzsuU65Nzg/s200/Photo0154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421731803746984482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3ddGr_k8I/AAAAAAAABtU/w4NgV-WlB8E/s1600-h/4909_203533715197_861285197_7378888_1696763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3ddGr_k8I/AAAAAAAABtU/w4NgV-WlB8E/s320/4909_203533715197_861285197_7378888_1696763_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421733018505024450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3dhctjbfI/AAAAAAAABtc/Est6m6VN2sU/s1600-h/4909_203535655197_861285197_7379055_5780509_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3dhctjbfI/AAAAAAAABtc/Est6m6VN2sU/s400/4909_203535655197_861285197_7379055_5780509_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421733093136625138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1year Anniversary Opa!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarang-he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks..~&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/1767237510910010501-3325371437459830226?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3325371437459830226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3325371437459830226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3325371437459830226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3325371437459830226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-1-year-annivesary-babe.html' title='Happy New Year @ 1 year Annivesary Babe..'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sz3DNhi48YI/AAAAAAAABtE/hP2Got3aT7g/s72-c/Photo0152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2008477525065099099</id><published>2009-12-19T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:20:36.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello..&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new Template for my blog..ehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;I like it so much. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be blogging more often soon! woots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smilesssssssss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2008477525065099099?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2008477525065099099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2008477525065099099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2008477525065099099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2008477525065099099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-hello.html' title='Say hello~'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6783038820546773443</id><published>2009-10-25T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:53:14.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the game. .</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing your out now watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MU&lt;/span&gt; football match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those times when we watch the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EPL&lt;/span&gt; games at your house..&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they are about to score or scored a goal, I will always go nuts and shout so loud middle of the night. The first time I did that you were shocked to see my enthusiasm.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; ( I do get excited for sports you know) &lt;/span&gt;=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things has change...&lt;br /&gt;I don't get this kind of services anymore. All I have is the laptop and some friends to entertain me while I'm on it..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why do we put ourselves in this position.&lt;br /&gt;I used to ask myself this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;" Is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all that ??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; "It's much more...It's everything but once it's broken, it's not easy to mend the broken pieces".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will still wait for you everyday despite how the situation we are in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Annoyed and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hurt.&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/1767237510910010501-6783038820546773443?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6783038820546773443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6783038820546773443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6783038820546773443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6783038820546773443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/10/game.html' title='the game. .'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-9189908067971040752</id><published>2009-10-25T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:23:55.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The line is ...........</title><content type='html'>I need to stay connected all the time. But I can only do so when I'm home..!&lt;br /&gt;I want a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BlackBerry&lt;/span&gt;.. !!!&lt;br /&gt;If only I have the money I would just get it now! argghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sick when I cant chat with you, and the fact that the line is so shitty there just makes me feel so angry and annoyed that when there is line, I get fed up and the mood of chatting is gone!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it made you fed up too, but it's been happening all the while, it's getting under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you feel that way too?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you stayed home  just to chat with someone  and this things still always happen... it really does make someone feel so frustrated..!!&lt;br /&gt;But I still stay on despite I know that this is 99.9 % chance of that happening..&lt;br /&gt;Because of you know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If I get frustrated, bare with me.... Because it ain't easy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Live is a roller coaster, It brings you up and down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they said, the colour&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; is for loneliness... so here it is, im lonely. =)&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/1767237510910010501-9189908067971040752?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/9189908067971040752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=9189908067971040752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/9189908067971040752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/9189908067971040752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/10/line-is.html' title='The line is ...........'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7683412656265752655</id><published>2009-10-04T13:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:55:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "INTERNATIONAL" friends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, most of you must be thinking what the hell my title means.&lt;br /&gt;Well, look at all of us..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Each of us is somewhere across the big ocean. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Psycho-logist!&lt;/span&gt; ( Canada/Penang )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now here is Melissa a.k.a Emkay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Born and raise in Canada..You can just remember how crazy she was when we just met her..lol... usually shes the one who will leave us. But now shes staying in Penang while everyone has left the lil island we call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388625734452980418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-jimZKsI/AAAAAAAABr8/dEXprBLO_ZI/s200/5780_236255225360_502250360_7900093_1322639_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt; ( Australia ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeap, shes the girl that you can shop-till-you-drop!!! ahaha..Oh and not only that, she loves food. Throw anything into her mouth and she will munch..ahaha..miss my cooking?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still shopping much Wern??? haha xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-diuEmhI/AAAAAAAABr0/_h7oR55OXR4/s1600-h/6010_268094710200_833050200_8467669_1620373_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388625631405971986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-diuEmhI/AAAAAAAABr0/_h7oR55OXR4/s200/6010_268094710200_833050200_8467669_1620373_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Gym freak&lt;/span&gt; ( Australia )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel Mel Mel...!! Just left last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She my cooking/ baking and use to be my gym buddy!! haha&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh..come back and bake with me!! I love and miss the shitty cookies..=)&lt;br /&gt;She will take you to the best place to indulge, I think I wouldn't had survived in KL without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-Yd84LDI/AAAAAAAABrs/mW8QGzeMf2o/s1600-h/7330_171652814061_581034061_3817623_4709764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388625544226548786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-Yd84LDI/AAAAAAAABrs/mW8QGzeMf2o/s200/7330_171652814061_581034061_3817623_4709764_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Drama Queen~&lt;/span&gt; ( unknown )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stays on the roadside with her luggage full of heels..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just kidding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She use to study in Singapore, now moving to SABAH??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no...becarefull there. I never knew how Sabah actually look like, only know there is Mount.Kinabalu.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our crazy yet loud yet noisy friend. You can never shut her up unless shes angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After that, the stories never ends.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-SXQ7q9I/AAAAAAAABrk/Wb56285n-TE/s1600-h/n583760906_1260663_6855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388625439352400850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-SXQ7q9I/AAAAAAAABrk/Wb56285n-TE/s200/n583760906_1260663_6855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Skinny 1&lt;/span&gt; (UK)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know why I use the no.1??? Cause shes size 1?? If im wrong, then it be size 0!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha..shes bloody thin, but complains that shes fat sometimes... o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't say in UK May.. there are lotsa fat people there, you would't want to insult them...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She a great friend to hang out, easily persuaded and she can hold her liqour now.=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-M-bzWUI/AAAAAAAABrc/VEMB4BQN3FE/s1600-h/6288_114030965998_771075998_2204952_4975724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388625346787760450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-M-bzWUI/AAAAAAAABrc/VEMB4BQN3FE/s200/6288_114030965998_771075998_2204952_4975724_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Miss Retarded&lt;/span&gt; ( UK )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She jumps, she shouts, she runs, she FALL's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeap, she's the friend who will just make you laugh and you will give her the "look".. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She spills hot coco on her bed, wth? And sat on it..=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I known her since I was 7..nothing change much except her looks of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She likes it there, cause the sun aint that bright.. You can see how pale she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388625032952834178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg96tTuaII/AAAAAAAABrM/4T0OBLMX01A/s200/10534_151345911244_656676244_3212606_254367_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Philosopher&lt;/span&gt; ( Japan )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The thing's she says something gets you thinking....and then it confuse you.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes into a circle.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt shes short, she definitely has a bitchy attitude..haha..&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for her to come back, dec yaaa!! Hopefully you still remember how to drive..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this picture, so cheeky so you!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg90Wr88nI/AAAAAAAABrE/huFwYSh04hc/s1600-h/n537736205_2826017_278167.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388624923801219698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg90Wr88nI/AAAAAAAABrE/huFwYSh04hc/s200/n537736205_2826017_278167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ggHead&lt;/span&gt; ( Carribeans )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, his the furthest amongst all.. Britney is what he hates, but I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Miss having him to just whip up something for me to eat and its not just something simple. He never like making simple food. That's what I like about him. Always being creative and doing something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Look at the moon babe, and just think of me...cause I will too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The calls you make, you sound so near but your far away. Sometimes I think the distance is making us stronger rather than pulling us down. It take &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; to clap your hand is what he always says. Im starting to understand what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no this aint the current picture of him, lol, its a year ago. I just love this picture of him although I did not snap it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg9pl1DMvI/AAAAAAAABq8/cfKLbppDrE4/s1600-h/n652070051_3888894_7625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388624738887348978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg9pl1DMvI/AAAAAAAABq8/cfKLbppDrE4/s200/n652070051_3888894_7625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And me!!!&lt;/span&gt; ( KL )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting adapted to staying alone. The best part of it is cooking dishes that I'm craving for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love spending my time grocery shopping now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can call me the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Coookaholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I do miss everyone, but the only thing I hope for the most its that we will all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REUNITE&lt;/span&gt; once again. No hard feelings, just the feeling of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SshNQ9xUKhI/AAAAAAAABsE/zQrfO9OoJgw/s1600-h/5609_128441740763_656635763_2951186_3716972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388641908003449362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SshNQ9xUKhI/AAAAAAAABsE/zQrfO9OoJgw/s200/5609_128441740763_656635763_2951186_3716972_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you can see why we can't live without the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I rather just sit here and online whole day. I'll try my very best just to see him once more, each day, everyday. It makes me sleep easy. Makes my heart at ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If time does not allow us to, we will always find out way to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing beats this, cause you are special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We are all Special in a way, and none of us are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-7683412656265752655?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7683412656265752655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7683412656265752655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7683412656265752655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7683412656265752655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-international-friends.html' title='My &quot;INTERNATIONAL&quot; friends..'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Ssg-jimZKsI/AAAAAAAABr8/dEXprBLO_ZI/s72-c/5780_236255225360_502250360_7900093_1322639_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3615462530448933159</id><published>2009-09-17T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:49:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down, 2 more to go..</title><content type='html'>You know they say high school friends will always be the one who stays by your side when your down. They will always be the closest friends you will ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They are the ones you want to see when they are away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The ones that you are longing for to come back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The ones that will always let you know first when they are coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The ones that you will miss badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shes gone till next year. And I cant wait to see her already.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be fine, cause she had been away for more than a year in KL but I guess my heart is just weak whenever someone leaves.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not easy to see someone close to you, leave.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to endure this again next week.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think It will be easy to see both of them leave, cause where they are going is far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that now Im studying in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Because it wont make me think much about them, Im not saying it in a bad way or whatsoever..Just that, I wont be that sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why, people I love always leaves.&lt;br /&gt;The new ones can't replace the closest friends that you have. It's the old heart that enlightens our mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day, we will all rejoyce again back in the little Island we called HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will come back, is the matter of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wish you were here, the part when I need you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The part when I need your hug to warm my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im sorry for the things I've done,  for the things I did not do and for the things to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im here today, It's all because of you. And Im glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You will always be mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In my mind, soul and heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for always posting emo craps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-3615462530448933159?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3615462530448933159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3615462530448933159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3615462530448933159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3615462530448933159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-down-2-more-to-go.html' title='1 down, 2 more to go..'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3278138118618987619</id><published>2009-09-03T18:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:25:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint OCD, just Clean. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sp-vaDJ0GoI/AAAAAAAABqM/O3_uM6qseTA/s1600-h/3268142749_54ac6702bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377209342161590914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sp-vaDJ0GoI/AAAAAAAABqM/O3_uM6qseTA/s320/3268142749_54ac6702bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been renting a room in a house for like 1 and a half months now.&lt;br /&gt;We have a maid that cleans the house but not ur rooms, alternatively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she doesnt clean the fridge, well, cause i'ts not her responsibilty to simply throw out our food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the only thing I hate when I first moved in was the kitchen racks and the FRIDGE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The maid finally cleaned the kitchen rack a few days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, the fridge was still pack, a mess, smelly and warm due to too much storage!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I finally got myself to clean the damn fridge..to my horror, the first thing I threw away was a papaya, the thickness of a pancake.. It has been there infront of me but I never knew, rotten, squashed and flatten due to my "clean" housemates who just stack their goods ontop of it and never even bother to throw it away..it was soooo smelly..omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those big big boxes containing those Him Heang biscuits ( must be left by the old tenant, I guess that person must be from Penang.)It was already expired!! Nowanda there wasnt any room in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolates that has also expired, fruits rotten like fuck..I just throw every damn thing away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my housemates came home and saw me cleaning, I ask if any of the stuff is theirs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only a few..And most of the stuff was left by the old tenant. WTF..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how long has that person been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucking Ikan Bilis is scattered below the fruit container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One girl housemate of mine open the fridge to look for her chocolate, and said " Wow, it's really smelly in here huh?". I was thinking in my heart, "Duh, now only you notice?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiots...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My god, why cant they just throw stuff away when they know its already rotten or not in use anymore??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inconsiderate people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me an hour to clean, wipe and wash everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are staying in someone's place, at least clean up after yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea you pay for the room, doesnt mean you have to keep the outside dirty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im not saying that I am VERY CLEAN, but I do clean up after myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lived with a VERY CLEAN mother, and thank god for that, but too much can be a pain in the arse!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I might be a bitch about being clean, but hello, would you bath in a filthy toilet???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldnt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-3278138118618987619?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3278138118618987619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3278138118618987619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3278138118618987619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3278138118618987619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/09/aint-ocd-just-clean.html' title='Aint OCD, just Clean. =)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/Sp-vaDJ0GoI/AAAAAAAABqM/O3_uM6qseTA/s72-c/3268142749_54ac6702bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3264652585768985251</id><published>2009-08-15T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:05:42.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I can turn back time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite grandma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..let's just call her Ama alright..&lt;br /&gt;She had a minor stroke last week when she was in KL staying with my uncle. And it was the day before he was leaving to China with is wife for a business trip.&lt;br /&gt;So end up, only his wife went and he stayed to take care of my ama.&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen her since she came up because of lack of time and my uncle was busy with work and couldnt pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before she had stroke, she called me while I was about watch G.I Joe.&lt;br /&gt;She called to tell me that shes in KL, and I promised her that I will see her one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;But I didnt..&lt;br /&gt;She cant talk that well, cant hear that well nor walk that well anymore. &lt;div&gt;Shes leaving back to KK tomorrow and I dunno when will I get to see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she called me again just now telling me how sorry that she couldnt stay long in KL for me to meet her. Hearing her voice stammering was heartbreaking.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; WHY MUST SHE BE SORRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SHOULD BE THE ONE SAYING THAT...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to go down to KK to meet her and bring Zach along as she always asked when will she get to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;But it was time again that bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sign that she can't live that long anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But she is strong, I know.. cause she had gone through a bypass, and she is still walking tall till now.&lt;br /&gt;All the time my mum had been asking me to go see her, and I always say &lt;em&gt;"I WILL",&lt;/em&gt; but I never once did.&lt;br /&gt;Im regretting in what I should had done. I miss her, and so does she.&lt;br /&gt;She always call me and ask how am I.&lt;br /&gt;She even said she wants me to go see her so that she can give me some pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;It made my tears roll down prefusely.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is hide in the toilet and cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to call your Grandma or Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;Ask them, how are they doing?&lt;br /&gt;It might not be much, but its a gesture of Love and at least they know that someone still care and thinks of them as much as they do to us.&lt;br /&gt;Without them we wouldnt be here.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and make a lovely phone call, or better yet, meet them.&lt;br /&gt;Its worth every penny of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I still Love her cooking, cause shes my &lt;strong&gt;hero&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-3264652585768985251?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3264652585768985251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3264652585768985251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3264652585768985251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3264652585768985251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-can-turn-back-time_15.html' title='I wish I can turn back time.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-4565796448842302103</id><published>2009-08-13T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:25:54.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you ~</title><content type='html'>The place where Im staying, theres a road that leads to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; main campus and Business School. And my friends who stays around my area says that theres alot of robberies or students getting mug there..&lt;br /&gt;So today I have to walk to the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is like around Taylor's, therefore I had to use that road. I was pretty scared at first and thought of many ways to either &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;run or kick the mugger on the nuts if i ever encounter ONE.. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I walk along that road, there were 2 police men by the road and a security guard down the road...I felt, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SAFE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there will be a security guard, but I didnt expected police to be patrolling either. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back home, I saw &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and couldnt resist it as their speacials was turkey ham today for only RM7.50.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Yes, gotta save up..cant keep spending on expensive food.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna buy some groceries tomorrow and start cooking at home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt do much today, was bored out to death..&lt;br /&gt;I did not buy dinner either as I was lazy to buy dinner which will be teow chew economy rice again..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; * can taste the aji inside which is killing my tongue *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . So I end up eating weetbix with milk and sugar..lol Anna thought me..&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chagiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to wake up and come online. =)&lt;br /&gt;I know, It seems like it's so lifeless waiting for your loved one everyday to come online.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's worth every second, minute of my life &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;( that is IF he shows up )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..lol&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just a phase we are going through now, I wonder what will be like in another few more weeks or months?&lt;br /&gt;Will I or you still wait for each other to come online?&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~23~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-4565796448842302103?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/4565796448842302103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=4565796448842302103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4565796448842302103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/4565796448842302103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you ~'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2161910042270426913</id><published>2009-08-11T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:57:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still do...</title><content type='html'>I've been staying in KL, well, about a month already. But it doesn't feel like it's KL when you have friends like &lt;em&gt;Amelia, Anna and May&lt;/em&gt; coming to KL every other weekend to party. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is in KL but I still feel like Im home! ~ which is a good thing ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/strong&gt; ~ yes they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy&lt;/em&gt; ~ Yes IM GOING CRAZY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hyper &lt;/span&gt;~ SOooo hyper when night falls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SoDl3QY9v4I/AAAAAAAABqE/77sD-5JH7OM/s1600-h/5215_123909870906_583760906_3463054_6213135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368543493280874370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SoDl3QY9v4I/AAAAAAAABqE/77sD-5JH7OM/s320/5215_123909870906_583760906_3463054_6213135_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parties, parties and more to come~&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have friends like them, cause who know you aint gonna be bored.&lt;br /&gt;This are the times when I need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still chat with my beloved boi although we've &lt;em&gt;"broken up".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not everyday, but we try our best to see each other whenever we can.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt seem like we can let go of each other yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we may be apart from each other, but the heart still wants what it wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" There are times when I thought you will one day forget about me, but I will have to erase it from my mind, just walk along the path where I'm suppose to. I dunno where it leads to, but I have to move on. Move on to know the world, to meet other people and to know myself better. You might feel the same way as I did too, that I don't love you anymore, but you are wrong, because no matter what, you will always be my no.1 , your heart stays in mind".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Im waiting for you here, I don't know how long I can take this.&lt;br /&gt;I will just have to wait, wait for you to come.&lt;br /&gt;Be patience and wait.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where are you or what you are doing,&lt;br /&gt;but Im just glad that everytime I see you, you will tell me what you did.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is what I need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2161910042270426913?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2161910042270426913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2161910042270426913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2161910042270426913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2161910042270426913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-do.html' title='Still do...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SoDl3QY9v4I/AAAAAAAABqE/77sD-5JH7OM/s72-c/5215_123909870906_583760906_3463054_6213135_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2791686167901839766</id><published>2009-07-26T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:48:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You belong with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SmxZK_iIw8I/AAAAAAAABp8/QSQmT6W66eE/s1600-h/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SmxZK_iIw8I/AAAAAAAABp8/QSQmT6W66eE/s320/DSC02770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362759301679596482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How are you chagiyaaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we are thousands of miles away from each other. Im not getting used to not seeing you , are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to you that i will be strong no matter what happens,  and not cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I broke the promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem strong, but Im not. I'm dreading to go college, I'm dreading in KL, I don't like it here and I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm getting what I've always wanted, to be in college. To study, to learn what I have been missing this pass 1 and a half years. But everything happens for a reason. If I did went to college before I met you, I wouldnt had ever met you I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret a single bit by choosing to be with you. I knew you were different.&lt;br /&gt;You listened to everything I have to say whenever you fetched me to work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We laughed, we joked, we bonded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that I can't do the same and listen to you for once. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For that I'm very sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time we spend in your car, it was a sweet escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature and sensitive, that's what made me drawn into you.&lt;br /&gt;You were caring and you had that sorta charm that I think what made so many girls fall for you, including me. Well it's not a bad charm, it's just your sweet charm.&lt;br /&gt;I fall so deeply in love with you, that sometimes, I don't know where I'm heading, I don't know what Im thinking and I don't know what Im saying that makes such words into circles that will just make you laugh and cuddle me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;* I love those times whenever you do that to me, I can just feel the warmth from you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Im different, egoistic and weird.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you even like me in the first place. My bad mood swings, my rudeness and my stubborness. But only you can pin-point it out and make me change. I know I didn't change much, but I am trying.&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to be a better person, more patient and less stuborn.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find what is the purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why am I here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Remember the first time I've ever opened-up myself to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after the big opening party, and you insisted on fetching me home. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*That time, I had a lil thing for you too, but I didnt know if you felt the same.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going home, we end up going to gurney drive and sat along the shore and drank somemore beer.&lt;br /&gt;We talked,  and the talk was no longer that funny, it was more of a serious talk about the past, present, future and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what I wanted all this while&lt;/span&gt;. The part where I poured my tears and soul, shocked you. You did not see that coming, but still, you listened and you gave advices that I never knew you could. Those advise made me realise about life and made me know how mature you are.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't ashamed that I whipped like a baby , It felt good to finally tell someone about it. And it was you who gave me the courage to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, things changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;We finally understand a lil bit of each other and what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I only get to knew you for 7 months, but I've already get to know almost your entire family.&lt;br /&gt;Your cousins, aunty's, uncle's, your mum, dad and especially your sister gave me the warmest welcome to your family chain. I really do love your family and you, it made leaving Penang even harder everyday. I love being love by you and your family. Something that I've never got much before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will never forget the day that I've found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just couldnt let you go to the Carribeans without sending you off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just cant! I don't want a phone call that says goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you will get used to the place at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turks and Caicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of this day, I want to hear a happy day that happen over there okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise I'll do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, please take care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take care of your health okay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHAAAAGI YAAAA !!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Muacksss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2791686167901839766?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2791686167901839766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2791686167901839766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2791686167901839766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2791686167901839766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-belong-with-me_26.html' title='You belong with me'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SmxZK_iIw8I/AAAAAAAABp8/QSQmT6W66eE/s72-c/DSC02770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6080253698827992521</id><published>2009-04-16T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:26:55.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cross on my Heart '</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SeYmzPG9eOI/AAAAAAAABpc/rVzmvzz1s6o/s1600-h/Photo0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SeYmzPG9eOI/AAAAAAAABpc/rVzmvzz1s6o/s320/Photo0229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324986271083100386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't waste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another minute of your life wanting to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't worry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought that I could,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; fall in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found you,&lt;br /&gt;the reason that I'm smilling everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-6080253698827992521?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6080253698827992521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6080253698827992521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6080253698827992521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6080253698827992521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/04/cross-on-my-heart.html' title='The Cross on my Heart &apos;'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SeYmzPG9eOI/AAAAAAAABpc/rVzmvzz1s6o/s72-c/Photo0229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7858376944516929288</id><published>2009-01-14T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:16:29.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://e3anna.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html"&gt;Tagged&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khor Choo Lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea it does!! Cause now I have one baboon who smokes. Im not asking him to stop or whatever, just minimise his intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. How about drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as he can enjoy drinking with me, it will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. Do you like someone you can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends if I like them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favourite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, Bballing, hiking, and whatever I can get, ill do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. It's saturday night, you're home alone. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call up my buddies of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Yeah.!!! Ahh...I miss going to Genting with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When's the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Have One.     SWT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Oliver..my celebrity CHEF Hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work then maybe go chill somewhere familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11. What is your favourite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE REEF!!! hahahaha, my 2nd home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren't attracted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap yeap..some not proud of, some are just dare games. Im a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Just one baboon tho. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Can I say everything? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which do you prefer, Beach or Mountains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The beach!!!! I hate the cold, love the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phone which has a cracked screen, oh no wait, NO SCREEN at all!!!! pfff~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Computer or Laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;19. Jeans or sweats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which year(s) has/have been the best so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 &amp;amp; 2oo7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nineteen!  Sobx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SLeeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favourite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot..but currently now, havent been watching TV shows..No time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's been your last purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKFAST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I dont..but I seem to attract guys who smokes. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea..ice skating. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;27. What do you do when you're at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch tv, online If I could, read my cook books, shower, cook and yea.. SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favourite subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography and Art anddddd cooking lessons!  =)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the best thing that happened on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work at Blue Reef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;30. 10 person to tag: (not arranged according to favourites and not tagging those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;already tagged)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; TAG Yourself...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1767237510910010501-7858376944516929288?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7858376944516929288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7858376944516929288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7858376944516929288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7858376944516929288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6503095607781080376</id><published>2009-01-01T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:58:32.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy New Year People..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;200&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year with a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;A day which I will look back at it, and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda too much in a day?&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;will see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-6503095607781080376?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6503095607781080376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6503095607781080376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6503095607781080376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6503095607781080376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2009/01/112009.html' title='1/1/2009'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2963620481001343796</id><published>2008-11-17T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:29:54.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back.. sort of!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i havent been blogging!&lt;br /&gt;My line is down, and mum does not want to fix it..&lt;br /&gt;One of her ways of torturing us..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been partying, hanging about and working.&lt;br /&gt;Worked for 4 days for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Penang Bridge International Marathon&lt;/span&gt; with Diana.&lt;br /&gt;The pay was awesome and the job easy. Haha, thanks to Diana for introducing me to that work.&lt;br /&gt;But the last 2 days was pretty tiring as we worked from 10am till the next day 12pm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did not sleep at ALL..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time the sun was up, everyone was pretty agitated and stressed out plus, SLEEPYYYYyyy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The work was fun, was an experience for me too, to actually do something like this and seeing soooo many thousand people participating in the run. Around &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17thousand&lt;/span&gt; participated.&lt;br /&gt;End of the day, I got my pay and also a certificate for volunteering, wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i reach home, I was happy to see my lovely bed..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 1pm till 12am, woke up to eat a lil and then off to bed again, till 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I went swimming with Emkay at her house.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda kicked too hard while I was swimming, and I got the cramps or I tore my leg legiments.&lt;br /&gt;Still hurts abit now, so I don't think it's the cramps right? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then got to bt.ferringhi with emkay, got some dvd's.&lt;br /&gt;Then took the bus down to anna's house.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Genting &lt;/span&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;A college trip, which is not my college and Im not even in one..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2963620481001343796?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2963620481001343796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2963620481001343796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2963620481001343796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2963620481001343796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/11/yellow-i-know-i-havent-been-blogging-my.html' title='im back.. sort of!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-8701540423654059022</id><published>2008-10-31T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:08:40.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQrYZ2GEQ6I/AAAAAAAABek/SoeEdmtrQNI/s1600-h/Picture+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263257053065135010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQrYZ2GEQ6I/AAAAAAAABek/SoeEdmtrQNI/s400/Picture+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQrYLKrFrvI/AAAAAAAABec/ZnQ5udO_MQs/s1600-h/Picture+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263256800891088626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQrYLKrFrvI/AAAAAAAABec/ZnQ5udO_MQs/s320/Picture+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ppy Hall&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ween . . .!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or we will &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-8701540423654059022?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/8701540423654059022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=8701540423654059022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8701540423654059022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/8701540423654059022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween..'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQrYZ2GEQ6I/AAAAAAAABek/SoeEdmtrQNI/s72-c/Picture+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2486663091606400402</id><published>2008-10-30T06:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:15:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies of joy .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of the movies below here, all share &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;one thing in common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes.. they are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;musicals&lt;/span&gt;..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and yes..they are my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;favourites&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiz15IsKI/AAAAAAAABbk/jiS2KUvRAzU/s1600-h/my-fair-lady-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262705544850354338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiz15IsKI/AAAAAAAABbk/jiS2KUvRAzU/s400/my-fair-lady-DVDcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just watch this a few hours ago. It's a very english movie, a real cracker and I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt; in it! Shes fineee... so fine indeed, if you get what I mean..haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I love the songs in it. Especially the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;" Wouldn't it be Lovely "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Audrey Hepburn. Got me hooked! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjivEPqamI/AAAAAAAABbc/M1aX5V8HKpg/s1600-h/sound+of+music+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262705462803589730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjivEPqamI/AAAAAAAABbc/M1aX5V8HKpg/s400/sound+of+music+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sound of Music&lt;/strong&gt;, by Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer. Oh yess..the best of all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you havent watch this, &lt;strong&gt;oh-my-god&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;what planet are you from???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This movie just gets me off every single time, so touching, especially when the dad starts singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;" Something good "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer, they sang that song when they were in this lil &lt;em&gt;"pondok"&lt;/em&gt; so lovingly..haha dunno how to call it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjikjmxLQI/AAAAAAAABbU/0zo4FiT9_oo/s1600-h/marry+poppins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262705282243439874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjikjmxLQI/AAAAAAAABbU/0zo4FiT9_oo/s400/marry+poppins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mary Poppins!!&lt;/strong&gt; Also by Julie Andrews. Animation and real life... one of me favourites too when I was young, I havent get to watch it again tho. I havent watch this for yearsss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjicSKAIVI/AAAAAAAABbM/ed61kX681fk/s1600-h/Phantom+Of+the+Opera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262705140120428882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjicSKAIVI/AAAAAAAABbM/ed61kX681fk/s400/Phantom+Of+the+Opera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Phantome of the Opera&lt;/strong&gt; by Emmy Rossum and Gerard Butler. Whole of this movie is just singing, never talk but sing, could be sickening at first. But if you listen to the lyrics, you will feel so touched with it, it's a heartbreaker whenever they sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Make me weep the whole way~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiWkcfPCI/AAAAAAAABbE/HlC8SuRJO3o/s1600-h/mamma_mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262705041950587938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiWkcfPCI/AAAAAAAABbE/HlC8SuRJO3o/s400/mamma_mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahh..&lt;strong&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/strong&gt;. What can I say about it? Its just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;superb!!&lt;/span&gt; By Meryl Streep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I grew up hearing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ABBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so I don't mind all the songs and the singing.&lt;br /&gt;I love all of the songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiMTWVIRI/AAAAAAAABa8/OVpcoiD4kRw/s1600-h/high-school-musical-07-f-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262704865562665234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiMTWVIRI/AAAAAAAABa8/OVpcoiD4kRw/s320/high-school-musical-07-f-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..!! &lt;em&gt;The new version of musicals!&lt;/em&gt; A teenage love musical which I find not bad. Other people thinks it's kinda &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;, but mind what they think, as long the songs are good and the dance are awesome..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjmZsVN4UI/AAAAAAAABbs/a0krPl73yu0/s1600-h/Picture1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262709493653692738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjmZsVN4UI/AAAAAAAABbs/a0krPl73yu0/s400/Picture1.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't watch &lt;strong&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/strong&gt; though, but I would love to.&lt;br /&gt;ahh..cant wait.. and of course, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is in it again. She just look so pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Her face is worth a Million!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh and I edited this pic by putting the WORDs in..haha cause the others that I found were pretty much paintings of her, not so nice..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Aint it nice?&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;EST &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;EACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiGfa7AsI/AAAAAAAABa0/roig2isbrDQ/s1600-h/HSM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262704765723935426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiGfa7AsI/AAAAAAAABa0/roig2isbrDQ/s400/HSM3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So now, this is out in Theathers!!! I wanna watch it. Whose up for it???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I havent watch the 2nd one though, oh well, heard it aint that nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT..!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you are watching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im dying to watch this!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I dont look like the type who &lt;em&gt;fancy old movies or old songs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2486663091606400402?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2486663091606400402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2486663091606400402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2486663091606400402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2486663091606400402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/movies-of-joy.html' title='Movies of joy .'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQjiz15IsKI/AAAAAAAABbk/jiS2KUvRAzU/s72-c/my-fair-lady-DVDcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6553638216840883320</id><published>2008-10-28T00:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:57:10.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swen's 25th   =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday Night is like my usual routine, clubbing!&lt;br /&gt;But this one was different.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;Swen's &lt;/em&gt;birthday and she asked me to find her at&lt;strong&gt; SOHO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I agreed duh, since I know I'll be around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to UPR pretty late though, cause of this &lt;em&gt;2 &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Anna &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Amelia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Picked them up, but &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;, waited for them to get dress and make up first! One after another.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;So we got to &lt;strong&gt;MOIS&lt;/strong&gt; first to get the chop, met &lt;em&gt;LiPing&lt;/em&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to &lt;strong&gt;SOHO&lt;/strong&gt; it was already like&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 am&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt; And Ling ask me to get back MOIS at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.25am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;-.-&lt;/strong&gt; that would be entirely impossible.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pretty rude to arrive late and leave early aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I got there and immediately Swen grab me to get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tequila Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. O.O &lt;em&gt;Did she knew that It's my favourite?&lt;/em&gt; Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXxGL2C6hI/AAAAAAAABZk/sFFVOdeopEw/s1600-h/KS.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261876828213275154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXxGL2C6hI/AAAAAAAABZk/sFFVOdeopEw/s320/KS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunty Swen!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAPPY 25th Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXxVmGrrzI/AAAAAAAABZs/i-5kg3uJa2Y/s1600-h/SKC.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261877092960415538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXxVmGrrzI/AAAAAAAABZs/i-5kg3uJa2Y/s320/SKC.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Uncle Chris wants to take a pic with us too.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Swen went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Swen to finish doing her business, suddenly, this girl just bang the door wide open, I got shocked as I was standing behind the toilet door -.- it nearly hit me.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually &lt;em&gt;SooBee!!!&lt;/em&gt; hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Before I get to say SwenLin is inside the stall, she already took a deep breath and just shout her lungs out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" SWEN LINNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lu kameh ka wa chut laiiiiiiiii....!!! ".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;There was 2 other ladies inside the toilet as well, covering their ears due to SooBee's high pitch!! But they were pretty much laughing at her too.&lt;br /&gt;After she stopped shouting, there was still a ringing in my ear..! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swen was definitely shocked, thank god she was done peeing , or not she might had fall into the toilet bowl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ooohh..then Mamma Mia song came out, &lt;em&gt;DANCING QUEEN&lt;/em&gt;..haha&lt;br /&gt;I drag them outta the toilet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXytSIfLcI/AAAAAAAABaM/LHDprbdz_rE/s1600-h/ssk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261878599427763650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXytSIfLcI/AAAAAAAABaM/LHDprbdz_rE/s400/ssk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;With the Bubbly SooBee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha..a cracker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXyjT5MGNI/AAAAAAAABaE/s1KsN47gHzY/s1600-h/KSS.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261878428101777618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXyjT5MGNI/AAAAAAAABaE/s1KsN47gHzY/s320/KSS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXyGZSEHMI/AAAAAAAABZ8/YUHCs-AuR94/s1600-h/KC.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261877931332082882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXyGZSEHMI/AAAAAAAABZ8/YUHCs-AuR94/s400/KC.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind the finger's, its for him ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha..he was taking random pictures of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And mua..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna has been texting me while I was at SOHO, asking what time am I going back to Mois..&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there till 2am.. xP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opps...!! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got in MOIS VIP.. Wahh..so bloody pack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so we were practically standing at the same spot for an hour. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, thank god I wasn't there for long..hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Anna left back early with Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Ling and I too left at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way for supper at Subaidah, I beat a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; light at Kelawei road. Then came the nice &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;bright&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; flash&lt;/span&gt; lights&lt;/span&gt; on me.. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traffic camera, thats what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shhhhh...&lt;/strong&gt; Will just blame my brother??&lt;/em&gt; hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Subaidah along with Chi and Wei, plus other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then this boastfull guy came to our table and sat right opposite me and ling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kept talking/bragging to another friend beside us, drinking his RM7 Evian water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;=.=" Ling was pretty piss at him, and then kept shooting him and his manicured tukau nails..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA..I was just amused with everyone shooting him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you guess who?&lt;/span&gt; haha.. so easy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then his bragging got worst, cant stand, we left early then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took out my money to pay for the food that we ate, but then&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;boastfull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; offered to pay for our food. That's what Ling wanted him to do so since he can't stop bragging about money. So she straight away ask me to take back my money. lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drop Ling home and head home &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;driving at night, less cars. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks for the night Swen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1767237510910010501-6553638216840883320?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6553638216840883320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6553638216840883320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6553638216840883320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6553638216840883320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/swens-25th.html' title='Swen&apos;s 25th   =)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SQXxGL2C6hI/AAAAAAAABZk/sFFVOdeopEw/s72-c/KS.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6294553765607040962</id><published>2008-10-27T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:04:06.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear of Guilt</title><content type='html'>A called from her.&lt;br /&gt;I was already pretty emotional from watching &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;god that movie is so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And hearing her &lt;em&gt;trembling&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;voice &lt;/em&gt;got me teared up.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the clock which shows &lt;strong&gt;5.45pm&lt;/strong&gt;, my guilt for not being there.&lt;br /&gt;Her asking me, if the rest were going.&lt;br /&gt;The answer was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tears started streaming down on my cheeks, I can hardly speak.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty silent the whole time, listening to her voice.&lt;br /&gt;She sensed it and asked&lt;strong&gt; what is wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say was, &lt;strong&gt;Im fine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was saddening when I heard the words&lt;em&gt; " Im going back on Monday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we spend was merely a week.&lt;br /&gt;But it lasted while it could.&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to have change, that's what I love about you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish and wish I could go there, but my chance of getting there is so slim that I rather not think about it.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get to go there by the end of this year, I will have to wait and see you next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's like losing another friend all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; goodbye's. Im &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; in goodbye's.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; one to sob and the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; one to heal on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not in the mood to head out for this week.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay in the &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt; for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-6294553765607040962?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6294553765607040962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6294553765607040962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6294553765607040962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6294553765607040962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/tear-of-guilt.html' title='Tear of Guilt'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-9074237871781507901</id><published>2008-10-23T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:25:10.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands down...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ladies night again and this time, with my clique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ling is back , and LiPing came along too, sooo...its&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; of us !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And then Carmen came into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we forgot the camera, so we used Amelia's &lt;em&gt;5mega.pixel phone camera&lt;/em&gt; to snap our night out.. &lt;strong&gt;haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then there is the &lt;em&gt;Sexy dance competition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Emkay and I are in it.. &lt;strong&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did horribly, No doubt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emkay got 100bucks outta it. Hands down to Emkay's dance, its between &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a Marilyn Monroe signature pose to a drunkard running around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hahaha..&lt;strong&gt; damn entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;After that, theres more of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; drinking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;kissing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;* AHEM *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nuisance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;came.. but what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;we just had fun being happy and taking care for a friend in need of a hug and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'You asked for it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'You broke it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'You lied'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need I say more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some were hammered.&lt;br /&gt;One can barely stand.&lt;br /&gt;Two were still sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the sober one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost my I.C and Ling lost her driving license plus sim cards..??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haihzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niways..&lt;br /&gt;We overnight at Lings house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2 were teaching sex-ed 101.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 were trying to mind 'it'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;were forced to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAhaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 girls cramp into a queensized bed.&lt;br /&gt;2 were snoring.&lt;br /&gt;3 were wide awake!!&lt;br /&gt;Three of us end up watching&lt;strong&gt; Mamma Mia&lt;/strong&gt;. =)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-9074237871781507901?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/9074237871781507901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=9074237871781507901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/9074237871781507901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/9074237871781507901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/hands-down.html' title='Hands down...!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5874001243408746684</id><published>2008-10-22T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:02:28.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs.Ling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;k..&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahaha...yea..Met up with her along with LiPing and Emkay.&lt;br /&gt;Her puppy is cute!! Well, I saw it through her phone video though, she did not bring it back here cause she wont be able to bring it back home to S'pore once she goes back.. =(&lt;br /&gt;Niways, her pup is a 4 month old female &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Miniature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Schnauzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; named, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muffin Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; something something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We played some pool and play a fool around&lt;/em&gt; there while waiting for this Ms. Anna to wake up at home, so we can decide whether to go RedBox or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Well in the end we decide to go first without her, haha, but then it was so freaking expensive!!&lt;br /&gt;46bucks per person.. hmm... Emkay and I are like broke, and I dont think its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..not in the mood to sing either. So cancel that plan...&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to pick Anna up first and then so we got ourselves in Subaidah.&lt;br /&gt;It was just 5 of us girls. =)&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;alot and alot&lt;/strong&gt; of talking there, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girls talk...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'wink'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty much it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sums up my day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Why must you leave next Monday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Doh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5874001243408746684?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5874001243408746684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5874001243408746684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5874001243408746684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5874001243408746684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/mrsling.html' title='Mrs.Ling'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5711264744967782430</id><published>2008-10-21T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:42:07.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My crave for it just died...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mummy and I got ourself to wake up early for DIM SUM..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..yea, I was bugging her the &lt;em&gt;whole month&lt;/em&gt; already, and finally today we made a decision to go.&lt;br /&gt;We finally got there at 1030 at this &lt;strong&gt;Hong Kong Tea cafe&lt;/strong&gt; izzit? At Macalister road.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got ourselfs Chinese Tea &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'kok po'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. nice tea, I remember Dad always order it. And so does my mum too. Got ourselfs&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'har mai', 'siew kau har mai', 'fishball', ' crabmeat ball' and ' braised spareribs'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; They run out of&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;egg tarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; though, one of me favourite.. =(&lt;br /&gt;OKay, truthfully it was our first time eating there and it has been a long time since we had Dim Sum together, we used to had alot of it back when we were still staying at Ipoh though.. But was the food nice today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It felt like I was eating some plastic crap, even the fishball was tough. doh'&lt;br /&gt;Really was forcing myself eating it.&lt;br /&gt;And the service?? My god.. Even when our pot was empty no one came to refill,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; and as usual, people just place the pot at the side and open the lid, to indicate that it needs refill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy pass by, saw it but just look away and walk off, another lady, the same.. Me and my mum was wondering if they were blind or what? Finally this kind ama who works there got a hold of our curiosity and help us to refill.&lt;br /&gt;Bahh.. was it self-service? hmm guess so since then we started to realise people keep refilling their pots from this particular section.&lt;br /&gt;But then what are the workers standing and walking around for? They aint doing anything but talking, so why cant they just be humane and do their job, there aint any sign telling us its &lt;strong&gt;SELF-SERVED...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;guess they just got lazy and that people got tired of their slow service, so the rather do themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got some Pau's since none of it was filling enough. Got a kaya and corn pau for me and char siew for mum.&lt;br /&gt;Worst, the corn and pau is like coloring -.- and mums charsiew pau was too salty.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. guess thats what you get for eating at hawker DimSum. Lol.. yea thats what I call it.&lt;br /&gt;I rather go Ipoh next time for DimSum, totally..it will &lt;strong&gt;rock your socks off!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Way betterr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Quality&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Service&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;" cheng...!! " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... Im a sucker for Ipoh foods. That is why, Penang foods are never my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;I don't favour Hokkien mee, Curry mee, Laksa, Rojak, Pasembur and CharKoayTeow( sometimes ).&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people wonder why I never seem know much about Penang food.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you know, I just don't favour 'em..&lt;br /&gt;Just the sight of it , make my head turn the other way round..... to " Wan Tan Mee" yea!!! HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;My lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well at least I had fun, having morning talk with mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I miss my hometown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I dont mind gaining weight from eating there, now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anywhere, anything, everything is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Satisfactory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5711264744967782430?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5711264744967782430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5711264744967782430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5711264744967782430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5711264744967782430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-crave-for-it-just-died.html' title='My crave for it just died...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3221668190046500712</id><published>2008-10-20T02:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:45:48.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penn Badgley. Remember him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt6S8yW3eI/AAAAAAAABYI/MLd_RecVKiA/s1600-h/Penn+Badgley.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258931455858761186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt6S8yW3eI/AAAAAAAABYI/MLd_RecVKiA/s400/Penn+Badgley.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt6Gs9oULI/AAAAAAAABYA/acNlcmznrf8/s1600-h/dan-humphrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258931245452644530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt6Gs9oULI/AAAAAAAABYA/acNlcmznrf8/s400/dan-humphrey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all everyone can do is post NATE's and CHUCK's pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tribute is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;DAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the amount of blogs I've went to only has, well, only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. -.- and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;umpty &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;umpty&lt;/span&gt; is my man.. cutest among all..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt5_-Er1tI/AAAAAAAABX4/vDyYj_cepeg/s1600-h/a-cosmopolitan-blake-lively.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258931129786554066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt5_-Er1tI/AAAAAAAABX4/vDyYj_cepeg/s320/a-cosmopolitan-blake-lively.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake Lively..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aww...what can I say about her.. She is just plain GORGEOUS..&lt;br /&gt;She and Penn, are perfect together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other candid and funny pictures I found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt5z8K_0UI/AAAAAAAABXw/sincMpFDfL8/s1600-h/061708_penn_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258930923117728066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt5z8K_0UI/AAAAAAAABXw/sincMpFDfL8/s320/061708_penn_400x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Innocent yet charming, Is all I need..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like his nose, its really.... different tho. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt5u6feyaI/AAAAAAAABXo/cxxjOxDLyVE/s1600-h/061708_blake_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258930836767426978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt5u6feyaI/AAAAAAAABXo/cxxjOxDLyVE/s320/061708_blake_400x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks rather different aint it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she had a nose job? Well, at least its prettier now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's face feature is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;highlighted&lt;/span&gt; on the nose, therefore, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;GO GET A NOSE JOB IF YOU HAVE AN UGLY ONE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt2_xYcltI/AAAAAAAABXg/_0pFnUxU6cw/s1600-h/chuck-bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927827844896466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt2_xYcltI/AAAAAAAABXg/_0pFnUxU6cw/s320/chuck-bass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea, you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUM DUM DUM&lt;/span&gt;...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt2wFsURtI/AAAAAAAABXY/4D597UFC1BY/s1600-h/chace_crawford_ed_westwick_2-300x209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927558419039954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt2wFsURtI/AAAAAAAABXY/4D597UFC1BY/s320/chace_crawford_ed_westwick_2-300x209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ed Westwick and Chace Crawford.&lt;/div&gt;Sources says they are gay and together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm.... sorry girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1767237510910010501-3221668190046500712?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3221668190046500712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3221668190046500712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3221668190046500712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3221668190046500712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/penn-badgley-remember-him.html' title='Penn Badgley. Remember him?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPt6S8yW3eI/AAAAAAAABYI/MLd_RecVKiA/s72-c/Penn+Badgley.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-1452810487047613830</id><published>2008-10-19T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:08:40.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control is what I need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Partied too much on friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on Saturday was kinda like a day for me to rest, charge up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was really sick till I could not even sit up straight infront of the computer nor type properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I did was lay on me couch and watch tv all day/night long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hardly remember what I did the night before, but my whole body ached like I played extreme sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignored my phone the whole night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My guilt, for drinking that disgusting Gin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spirits do get me down fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey.. I really do had fun that night.&lt;br /&gt;All that partying just satisfies me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I missed one night of fun, I know I'll have much more to come.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Mrs. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt; to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Should we surprise her at the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh..I can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will blog about me Friday once I get the pics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thanks to all who took care of me that night, I know, I'm weak when it comes to controlling .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-1452810487047613830?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/1452810487047613830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=1452810487047613830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1452810487047613830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1452810487047613830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/control-is-what-i-need.html' title='Control is what I need.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5580026694791548315</id><published>2008-10-17T21:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:27:53.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nights~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Belated post about my Saturday night out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can always see the pictures in &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt; though since pictures speaks more than a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;Emkay, May and I predrink at Emkays house before we get going to Mois.&lt;br /&gt;So we were pretty hammered when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;And my sis was there too, whom she said she would not go out that night. Yea rightt..&lt;br /&gt;Niways...got in and she got us some shots!!! One called Sex and the city, and another I dunoo what is it called..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Then the night went on with flashes and drinks all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiZ2b6SCfI/AAAAAAAABXI/Ou9Yxh52er0/s1600-h/DSC02611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258121725439248882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiZ2b6SCfI/AAAAAAAABXI/Ou9Yxh52er0/s320/DSC02611.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sandwiched by your's truelyy... =)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiZk7eJDHI/AAAAAAAABXA/McQqLtJOnTU/s1600-h/moiss2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258121424673508466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiZk7eJDHI/AAAAAAAABXA/McQqLtJOnTU/s400/moiss2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiY3ocvgoI/AAAAAAAABW4/vhnBhN1w4ww/s1600-h/moiss1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258120646473253506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiY3ocvgoI/AAAAAAAABW4/vhnBhN1w4ww/s400/moiss1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened on the dance floor was just some crazy acts of drunkness.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it looked like some gay fest, HAHAhaha..hell it was just all for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Since people like posing kissy poses we give em the real deal. Hahaha.. kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ladies NIGHT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woot~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sadly, it was only Emkay and me meeting up some of her friends which I did not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Came with a storm that night, rained like it never rain before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then it was all goood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got to FAME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marylin, Charmaine, Angeline and Sagu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiXcWi68GI/AAAAAAAABWw/acKklWPFlko/s1600-h/DSC02715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258119078299234402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiXcWi68GI/AAAAAAAABWw/acKklWPFlko/s320/DSC02715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats Charmaine and Emkay eyeing on her.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ she got a thing for her the whole night...hahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiW19dBXqI/AAAAAAAABWg/wBthxdXTLJ8/s1600-h/n761435320_4473730_6227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258118418728574626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiW19dBXqI/AAAAAAAABWg/wBthxdXTLJ8/s320/n761435320_4473730_6227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hot chick in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be Angelin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiVX3wMBzI/AAAAAAAABWY/h4orBdnZcQw/s1600-h/DSC02779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258116802290648882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiVX3wMBzI/AAAAAAAABWY/h4orBdnZcQw/s320/DSC02779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She just loves opening her mouth and spoiling the pic aint it? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiU8fbZi1I/AAAAAAAABWQ/uLmxUzF1zI8/s1600-h/DSC02759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258116331904535378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiU8fbZi1I/AAAAAAAABWQ/uLmxUzF1zI8/s200/DSC02759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiU0VTWzmI/AAAAAAAABWI/lfrRS--T3lY/s1600-h/DSC02760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258116191747493474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiU0VTWzmI/AAAAAAAABWI/lfrRS--T3lY/s200/DSC02760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPibxSUw8SI/AAAAAAAABXQ/WfypfB3OtkE/s1600-h/another+nite.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258123835989881122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPibxSUw8SI/AAAAAAAABXQ/WfypfB3OtkE/s400/another+nite.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiUfBiDXzI/AAAAAAAABWA/3IepyPBPqhs/s1600-h/DSC02789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258115825663172402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiUfBiDXzI/AAAAAAAABWA/3IepyPBPqhs/s320/DSC02789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we got to Ss.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't that high..so i wasnt really feeling the LIVE BAND in there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rest.. just gone wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must say, they are so wild..haha wilder than us. If you know what I mean...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are like &lt;strong&gt;Coyote Ugly WILD&lt;/strong&gt;...hahaha..not in a bad way la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had a fun time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiXGHQFKxI/AAAAAAAABWo/MfethZHSHAg/s1600-h/n761435320_4473912_1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258118696236559122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiXGHQFKxI/AAAAAAAABWo/MfethZHSHAg/s320/n761435320_4473912_1490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5580026694791548315?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5580026694791548315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5580026694791548315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5580026694791548315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5580026694791548315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/late-nights.html' title='Late nights~'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPiZ2b6SCfI/AAAAAAAABXI/Ou9Yxh52er0/s72-c/DSC02611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5691007005096936320</id><published>2008-10-15T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:57:20.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia concert is coming to KL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPTWvVUiS4I/AAAAAAAABV4/8wYmFi-8oPY/s1600-h/template01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257062773713685378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPTWvVUiS4I/AAAAAAAABV4/8wYmFi-8oPY/s400/template01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can someone sponsor me the tickets as my Chrismast' pressie??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lol ..&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/9/15/nation/2017721&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Click here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLeaseeeee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's once in a lifetime chance!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I still love the songs which I heard since I was 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I still love it eventhough it's from the 70's and 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am loving it even more ever since Mamma Mia movie is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love ABBA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am still, listening to it.. forever more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's old, but its something I call.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5691007005096936320?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5691007005096936320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5691007005096936320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5691007005096936320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5691007005096936320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/mamma-mia-concert-is-coming-to-kl.html' title='Mamma Mia concert is coming to KL!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPTWvVUiS4I/AAAAAAAABV4/8wYmFi-8oPY/s72-c/template01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2670111745589178685</id><published>2008-10-15T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:29:23.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" My turnnnnnnn..!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Wait wait... &lt;/strong&gt;rast round, rast round please.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Noo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what rast round?? sorry, I don't speak Engrish..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" .... =.=" .......... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" HAHAHAHAHA.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*note, she was in the toilet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.. I cant help but post this.&lt;br /&gt;Was hurrying him to finish his &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MAPLE =.=&lt;/span&gt; which he played for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 6 hours!! &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/1767237510910010501-2670111745589178685?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2670111745589178685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2670111745589178685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2670111745589178685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2670111745589178685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6275826250080050750</id><published>2008-10-12T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:22:26.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handbag Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courtesy to May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Want to win HandBAgs??&lt;br /&gt;Well.. then dont waste your freaking time and &lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are giving away free handbagsss..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPHASLUAgDI/AAAAAAAABVw/TjcWjixf7mM/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPHASLUAgDI/AAAAAAAABVw/TjcWjixf7mM/s400/logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256193658624966706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign up and win a handbag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, not 100% you will win, but hey..just give it a go and try your luck..&lt;br /&gt;The handbags are uber nicee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy signing up..!!!&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&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/1767237510910010501-6275826250080050750?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6275826250080050750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6275826250080050750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6275826250080050750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6275826250080050750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/handbag-planet.html' title='Handbag Planet'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SPHASLUAgDI/AAAAAAAABVw/TjcWjixf7mM/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6346101534251308410</id><published>2008-10-10T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:03:32.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;laps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea in my midget-sized &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But im still proud to hit that target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Stay tune...&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/1767237510910010501-6346101534251308410?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6346101534251308410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6346101534251308410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6346101534251308410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6346101534251308410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-end.html' title='Its not the end.'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-619783441792087392</id><published>2008-10-09T23:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:00:53.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junky day with a smile on my face. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I WOKE UP EARLY today&lt;/span&gt;..!!! &lt;em&gt;Weee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30am.. well I know not very early to you, but it has been a long time since I've woken up at that time. &lt;em&gt;I finally succeed.&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Tesco&lt;/span&gt; with Mum, bought whole lot of everyday supplies. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;' stockup-stockup '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and Mum asked me to clean the pantry as it was pretty messed up. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;' yea thanks to people who are blind '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it, without any hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;While cleaning, I couldn't help but clean out the other cabinets too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mums&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"SOUVENIRs"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4w7oKQvlI/AAAAAAAABVY/cOvfWr8Ns8w/s1600-h/poo5~.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255191616138821202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4w7oKQvlI/AAAAAAAABVY/cOvfWr8Ns8w/s320/poo5~.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I messed up the dining room by placing all the containers laying-around the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4wYTszzVI/AAAAAAAABVQ/xEFHqR3nRqs/s1600-h/poo4~.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255191009351159122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4wYTszzVI/AAAAAAAABVQ/xEFHqR3nRqs/s400/poo4~.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The self-called pantry on the left which I sorted out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Wet ingredients ontop and dry stuff, bottom.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;' hopefully no one messes it up again '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; =.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the cabinets which I find to be really annoying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a whole lot of junksss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4v9Uqux4I/AAAAAAAABVI/k3vGC-Sp1Pw/s1600-h/poo3~.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255190545754408834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4v9Uqux4I/AAAAAAAABVI/k3vGC-Sp1Pw/s400/poo3~.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plastic and glass containers which are not usedddd ..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum has a problem with throwing her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;" Favourite "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; containers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was gonna throw all this away but she was still reluctant to let me do so, saying that she&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; " might"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be needing it...yea &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" MIGHT "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I gave her a choice... told her that she could only keep &lt;strong&gt;3 of the plastic containers&lt;/strong&gt; and ask her to choose, she end up &lt;strong&gt;choosing 5!!&lt;/strong&gt; ~ lol ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, Im not gonna let her keep such junks. She can get all this containers once CNY is near. And hey!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Everything adds up when we keep buying, no point keeping the old ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH ya..and while I was throwing out junks from the pantry, I found this...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;\/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4vAhYEdiI/AAAAAAAABVA/fzQj3MN8Yc8/s1600-h/poo2~.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255189501193778722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4vAhYEdiI/AAAAAAAABVA/fzQj3MN8Yc8/s400/poo2~.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was SCREAMING my lungs out for my mum asking her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" WTH is this crap!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAhaha.. well as you can see, yes, it is the stuff you get from the Hotels and restaurants. And it was given by my &lt;em&gt;AUNT&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aunty Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! Hahaha.. my oh myy..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Junk again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never seen so many packets of &lt;em&gt;sugar, brown sugar, creamer, tea, coffee and more tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;See..my family &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*mums side*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;yndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Yea I call it a &lt;strong&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as I can see my cousin's and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; *ahem* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bro are becoming like my mum, and aunts! They will just bring back all this crap for I dunno what reason, &lt;em&gt;can I call it for emergency???&lt;/em&gt; Or just for the sake of bringing it home, but in the end, leaving it in the dark corner of the cabinet and not using it.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=.=""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Runs in the family I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So instead of throwing this "junk" away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sort it out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4ujGUaaiI/AAAAAAAABU4/Bth7iyQiiSQ/s1600-h/tea.coffee.sugar.creamer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255188995714476578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4ujGUaaiI/AAAAAAAABU4/Bth7iyQiiSQ/s400/tea.coffee.sugar.creamer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea....&lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt;, I know.. And its all from &lt;strong&gt;Bayview Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the worst of all is the opened tea-bags which my aunt even manage to throw into the whole lot. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Did she think we were too desperate to have tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA... I don't know what was my aunt thinking when she did that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I threw it away duh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the rest, I placed it nicely into one of my mums &lt;em&gt;"trash".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4tYo6SAtI/AAAAAAAABUw/0LEwYBWSxDk/s1600-h/poo~.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187716509926098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4tYo6SAtI/AAAAAAAABUw/0LEwYBWSxDk/s400/poo~.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap it used to be a chocolate box. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will have to use it.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;If they dont! I'll make them..&lt;br /&gt;Lol..already force my sis to start using it, after I've done arranging it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got meself a new small salad bowl. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;*ill start eating more salad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vinegrette bottle? haha..&lt;br /&gt;And yea.. Got a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bloodyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;knife..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4s7LZKDRI/AAAAAAAABUo/hloCUBVBD1U/s1600-h/knife1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187210370157842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4s7LZKDRI/AAAAAAAABUo/hloCUBVBD1U/s400/knife1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* nyeh nyeh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4sNHubx-I/AAAAAAAABUg/Gzf4SAAJ2L0/s1600-h/09102008(022).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255186419111675874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4sNHubx-I/AAAAAAAABUg/Gzf4SAAJ2L0/s320/09102008(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Rufuz being curious aka kpc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell you the truth. It was my first time buying a watermelon.. lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum hardly buys watermelon home. So while I was choosing watermelon at tesco &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*alone*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I saw some people choosing their watermelons by knocking on it a few time and placing the ears near to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To hear something? Hear what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how to choose, so I did the same.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;'knock-knock'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;' hear nothing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;'knock-knock'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;'I didnt know what to look out for'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I assure you, I was like one bimbo..knocking and laughing to myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I drag my mum to choose for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't knock on it though, she just say whichever is heavy will do fine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" hmm..wonder if she even knows how to choose"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever, got it anways.. I just cant wait to make...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ICE-BLENDED &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WATERMELON&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;~self-given drink name~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea I know i've said that I wont drink vodka anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Screw it..&lt;/em&gt; I'm back on my drinking track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tolerance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leveled again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-619783441792087392?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/619783441792087392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=619783441792087392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/619783441792087392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/619783441792087392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/junky-day-with-smile-on-my-face.html' title='Junky day with a smile on my face. =)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SO4w7oKQvlI/AAAAAAAABVY/cOvfWr8Ns8w/s72-c/poo5~.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-2730601203423430700</id><published>2008-10-08T23:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:59:17.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Greens !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No freaking Vegetarian today???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh im not a vegetarian tho, I just like eating it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;*i still love meat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Better than eating McD and KFC everyday right?&lt;br /&gt;I rather have me veggies than those processed food.&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile is fine, like for&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;my temptations..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Im a sucker for veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im glad to be brought up to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Even my dog's learned to love it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-2730601203423430700?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/2730601203423430700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=2730601203423430700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2730601203423430700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/2730601203423430700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-greens.html' title='I Love Greens !!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-5350146427817315086</id><published>2008-10-08T01:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:14:55.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My&lt;strong&gt; liver&lt;/strong&gt; is dying,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from the amount of flu tablets im taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;head&lt;/strong&gt; is tired,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from my countless late nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt; is stopping,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from the way Im living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My will to Live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to die in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-5350146427817315086?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/5350146427817315086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=5350146427817315086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5350146427817315086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/5350146427817315086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-dying.html' title='Im dying'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3596235504052239908</id><published>2008-10-07T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:14:36.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S ; Im not her FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you've tagged this &lt;a href="http://rentedwheels.blogspot.com/"&gt;girl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware.. she likes making up stories.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im not her &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fuckbuddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&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/1767237510910010501-3596235504052239908?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3596235504052239908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3596235504052239908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3596235504052239908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3596235504052239908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/ps-im-not-her-fb.html' title='P.S ; Im not her FB'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-3796397988409210890</id><published>2008-10-06T23:06:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:41:19.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last but not least, just when I thought my weekend was over, Im out again.&lt;br /&gt;Asked Emkay and May out, Anna nowhere to be contacted.&lt;br /&gt;Finall get to meet up with Emkay! yay~&lt;br /&gt;Boy did she changed..well physically the same, but personallity abit different.&lt;br /&gt;Well, people change from time to time.. Im not really bothered about that part.&lt;br /&gt;As long as she still keep in contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOo0fJNKyBI/AAAAAAAABUQ/CJzQ7sUb-yo/s1600-h/237.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254069624932845586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOo0fJNKyBI/AAAAAAAABUQ/CJzQ7sUb-yo/s320/237.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving this picture which May took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOo0FJK8wWI/AAAAAAAABUI/AJZv-Vjox1s/s1600-h/236.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254069178246938978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOo0FJK8wWI/AAAAAAAABUI/AJZv-Vjox1s/s320/236.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beef stroganoff &lt;strong&gt;* =) *&lt;/strong&gt; May's &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green tea&lt;/span&gt; frappucino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOoyjWoa96I/AAAAAAAABUA/F9Krlzuu0GY/s1600-h/235.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254067498233034658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOoyjWoa96I/AAAAAAAABUA/F9Krlzuu0GY/s400/235.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOox2efuq1I/AAAAAAAABT4/nB9dfwFTev8/s1600-h/234.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254066727249947474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOox2efuq1I/AAAAAAAABT4/nB9dfwFTev8/s320/234.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( I bet she wont mind me posting this..hehe )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely , shes actually doing some facial expression there.... &lt;strong&gt;* ouch *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOoxNPaCpCI/AAAAAAAABTw/JuJi-ehv0BQ/s1600-h/233.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254066018824922146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOoxNPaCpCI/AAAAAAAABTw/JuJi-ehv0BQ/s320/233.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOowewDVLfI/AAAAAAAABTo/N7mp86pS1Os/s1600-h/232.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254065220134186482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOowewDVLfI/AAAAAAAABTo/N7mp86pS1Os/s320/232.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what to do or where to go after starbucks, practically walked up and down the escalator. HAhaa..&lt;br /&gt;In the end played pool till &lt;em&gt;Ken Wee&lt;/em&gt; came to pick up Emkay off for dinner&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;* Ahemm *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then I got home to get the car to head for dinner with May and Anna at Ananda.&lt;br /&gt;Reach home, the car wasn't home, it was at the clinic with mum. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walked over to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was only 3 of us but it was definitely a nice one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anna off-ed her phone the whole day already, May and I just put our phone on silent because of some &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nuisance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Story-telling all the way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOovsA7rX6I/AAAAAAAABTg/ZLMl9rhGzGI/s1600-h/231.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254064348492160930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOovsA7rX6I/AAAAAAAABTg/ZLMl9rhGzGI/s400/231.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOou72xcHpI/AAAAAAAABTY/vOQFLmmwZxA/s1600-h/IMG_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254063521131142802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOou72xcHpI/AAAAAAAABTY/vOQFLmmwZxA/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We would had stayed longer but of course, my mum needs me to fetch her home everyday after work. She finishes at 11pm that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 10.45pm I rushed to her work place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ended up waited for an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;( &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;busy busy&lt;/span&gt;..the &lt;strong&gt;season&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sickness&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my phone died at that time too, so only musics were accompanying me the whole hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im pretty patient aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-3796397988409210890?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/3796397988409210890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=3796397988409210890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3796397988409210890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/3796397988409210890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOo0fJNKyBI/AAAAAAAABUQ/CJzQ7sUb-yo/s72-c/237.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-7954945598375612553</id><published>2008-10-06T03:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:17:27.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy days just added up..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you had read my &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;post &lt;/strong&gt;before this, you can see that I've been contented with my days out with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well , my happy days just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;added up&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;=) =) =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Thursday night before, I went to&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;istro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; I went there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol....&lt;br /&gt;Well before that, just let me tell you where I went to.&lt;br /&gt;Got to watch Mamma Mia again. Sis bought for us the tickets =).&lt;br /&gt;I said it before and I'll say it again, I can watch this movie all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Love it ! Mum was just laughing all the way at it, pretty loud.. So no doubt, she loves the movie too.&lt;br /&gt;Then, LinYee was trying to surprise my sis by being in Penang outta the bloom with 2 of her KL friends, TingMun and Ming but sis had an idea about her plan, so her plan kinda failed..Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;The night consist of &lt;em&gt;Sis, Eunice, Diana, Linyee, TingMun, Ming and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head off to &lt;strong&gt;SunsetBistro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emkay again, was the one who asked me to go, end up did not show up.&lt;br /&gt;I called and called.. she did not answer, thinking that maybe she did not take her phone out or whatever..&lt;br /&gt;So I pressume that she would still show up, but then I saw David and Sheena are already at SunsetBistro when I got there. No signs of her. Sheena said Emkay is having Jetlag, so shes nicely sleeping at home. =.="&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind..was pretty pissed, but well, it wont stop me from having fun though. =)&lt;br /&gt;Met SwenLin and Christopher there with their friends..&lt;br /&gt;I was mostly chatting with them the whole night as my sis and friends were busy with their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;" Business".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;* Pictures were taken but not send *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the guy who ask me and Zaya to go to Aglio Olio as the point of the game?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;He was kind enough to ask me to join him and his friends for a drink.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;And so I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with his friends awhile and end up asking them to join my friends as their place was pretty cramped up.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was also easier for me to walk back and forth to my friends tables and chat with em'. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;We left after awhile they came join our group. Haha... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sunset was closing niways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then head for supper at Old GreenHouse for hokkien mee.&lt;br /&gt;After that, they still wanted to chill..Beach it is..&lt;br /&gt;They bought a few beers there.&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( don't worry, I didn't drink at that time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there till&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't only us there though, there were a few people at the beach too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mostly couples la..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Diana Stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty tired from where we left off...but I was surprise to be able to get up at 2pm...&lt;br /&gt;Sis of course, at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;I was also having this nice energy in me, and got myself &lt;em&gt;'wanting to Swim'&lt;/em&gt;.. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I ran down the staircase to the swimming pool floor.&lt;br /&gt;And as I got closer to it , I &lt;strong&gt;heard&lt;/strong&gt; something that made my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart sinked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* The noise of kids screaming *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Oh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..!!! "&lt;/span&gt; is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I looked towards the pool, and seeing so many kids in the tiny adult pool, noway Im getting in there...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;*I gotta say, I really am not fond of kids.. &lt;strong&gt;They &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;annoy&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt;.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn away and got back home, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;UNSATISFIED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the same gang from last night, this time without Eunice as she left back to KL already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End of the world seafood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here we come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great, except for the sweet and sour crabs.. its better with another sauce, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I like it better with cheese sauce though.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lil ghost session after dinner. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;The guys were talking about ghost stories and then I told abit of MY stories about MY HOME to one and only Diana who was suppose to stay another day at our house...&lt;br /&gt;Yess people!!! My house is haunted. =)&lt;br /&gt;She end up, decided to drive home. =(&lt;br /&gt;So sunset was only us 5.&lt;br /&gt;Not a nice day to be there as there was some stupid rock band at another bistro there singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! *#*&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;%$^#&amp;amp;* ~ &lt;strong&gt;WAhhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:%@&amp;amp;*#!!??@OHHHHhhh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;%@&amp;amp;*#!!??@&lt;strong&gt;OHHHHhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;!%@^AHHHHHHhhhh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, none of the songs were sang properly..&lt;br /&gt;Its just all noise but no talent.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAhaha..&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the annoying small fireworks that are actually creating more sound than a display in the air.&lt;br /&gt;They could had just aim the fireworks towards the stage. Give them singers a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~Singing is not their calling~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it wasnt that bad just chilling there...having lovely beers and spending some time there is enough to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;Ming was kind enough to drop us infront of our condo entrance, rarely people does that...&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for them to head back to KL..&lt;br /&gt;Hope they had a save journey back .&lt;br /&gt;Nice fella's.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind meeting em' again for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..upon our way home.&lt;br /&gt;My first time seeing &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mat Rempits&lt;/span&gt; on the road, hogging up one of the lane!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TingMun said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Penang rempits&lt;/strong&gt; are like mosquito's, jeeZzzZZzzz jez jezzzz&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (doing the motor sound )&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;strong&gt;* PIAK!!!!!*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( slap his hands together )&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAhaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What he said is definitely &lt;strong&gt;true &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what is so nice about them &lt;em&gt;"empits"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beating at every traffic light at the speed of 40km/p??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;( scared of death now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Showing off their small bikes with the horrible &lt;strong&gt;tut tut&lt;/strong&gt; sound???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just by being in the group???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting for random cars to knock them down like playing paintball???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Their way of picking up chicks??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;( I pity the &lt;strong&gt;chicks&lt;/strong&gt; riding with em')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wasting more fuel???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wasting more money to steal more???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finding for more victims to snatch on???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's better than slacking???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Seriously, just stay home if your a pest.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are is TRUELY showing the TRASH in all&lt;strong&gt; MALAYSIANs..&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/1767237510910010501-7954945598375612553?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/7954945598375612553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=7954945598375612553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7954945598375612553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/7954945598375612553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-days-just-added-up.html' title='Happy days just added up..=)'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-6002915318346026162</id><published>2008-10-03T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:50:15.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Oh happy day * oh happy day *~</title><content type='html'>Sorry..I had been neglecting my blog, I know..&lt;br /&gt;Been doing chores at home, outing with family and going out in the end of the night with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Means I havent been able to online much.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't get to meet up with Emkay though. Shes been busy depriving herself at home, and me, busy going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im just having fun all the way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday &lt;/strong&gt;morning was crazy, with the &lt;em&gt;heavy rain&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;cool air&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;overflown drains&lt;/em&gt;. I got myself to wake up early to find &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Inti. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Well I am trying to sleep and wake up at my normal schedule)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pelita's&lt;/span&gt; nasi lemak, but sadly, we didnt know the other way around as the other road was flooded, and so we got lost for awhile and got fed up and just head to somewhere we are familiar with. Got to queensbay!&lt;br /&gt;We were there at 10am already, shops were all half open, but thank god CoffeeBean is one of the early birds there.&lt;br /&gt;Ate there.&lt;br /&gt;Shop around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; outting with family.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Manila Place &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;( mum's fav shop, duno why ),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and was suppose to watch Mamma Mia after dinner but tickets were sold out, thanks to the small theather! &lt;em&gt;pfff~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I got meself to shop for heels!!&lt;br /&gt;One from Vincci, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SALE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another one from Nose..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SALE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mummy got it for me, =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay for me~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, head home....was planning not to go out at night as I was pretty sick.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, Anna convinced me to go out! haha..&lt;br /&gt;She said all we need is tequila shots &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;( thats tequila pop to her )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, my version of tequila shots would be the brown tequila in a shot glass, with a lime on the side and some salt on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly it wasnt ladies night, its RAYA!&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it was all good, pretty messy but fun le.&lt;br /&gt;Anna got a bucket in Mois &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;( shocker, cause she dont like beer )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Made me drink the most and in the end, ask me to drive. lol..&lt;br /&gt;Yea so it was only &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that night,well.. almost. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Sis and Eunice was there along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprise that I even drove home safe.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty knocked out when I got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday!&lt;/strong&gt; Finally that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Canadian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called me. Haha.. depression freak there.&lt;br /&gt;Emkay and her friends was suppose to go to &lt;strong&gt;sunset bistro&lt;/strong&gt; and so are mine.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she was tired, so it was only me, sis, Eunice, Amresh and Clement.&lt;br /&gt;Met some new people there as well, they seem like in their late 20s or early 30s..&lt;br /&gt;One seems gay, another one seems like a pedofail, another one just cant stop looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAha...im not sure if I can trust them, but they seem nice.&lt;br /&gt;We just Talk and talk..&lt;br /&gt;Had Charlie Burger..but&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I still prefer &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Uncle's burger&lt;/span&gt; at Hillside!&lt;/span&gt; Best of all the Ramli's or Charlie's. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this are 3 days of my outting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always end up typing my stories too long, my habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to watch Mamma Mia again later with family + Diana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Don't worry, tickets had been bought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-6002915318346026162?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/6002915318346026162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=6002915318346026162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6002915318346026162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/6002915318346026162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-happy-day-oh-happy-day.html' title='~Oh happy day * oh happy day *~'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-1284474929513463360</id><published>2008-09-30T01:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:14:13.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......tagged by Anna Yeoh Ee-Ana</title><content type='html'>1. What is the relationship of you with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;funny, amuse herself, weird, caring, lovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wrote me loads of tiny notes in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she have said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Too many to remember. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he/she become your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ask her to take up cooking classes. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;solved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, she has to improve on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cooking still.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, the reason is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The overall impression of him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably, weird..and arrogant to whom may not know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Weird, subtile, easy-going, open-minded, quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They are one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 people to tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*scrathes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; (P.S.: not arranged according to favorites)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. May&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wernie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jessica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FeiCui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Angie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DianaChin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Melissa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Juven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Aric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 3 a male of a female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Should be a female...hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If number 7 and 10 were together would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ooohh...Noway, with her boyfriend best friend? drama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about number 5 and 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Would be a shocker...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is number 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HSC arts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Its complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My hiao sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Smart girl with a sense of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOEYglt0U8I/AAAAAAAABQA/vibexx4gb-w/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOEYglt0U8I/AAAAAAAABQA/vibexx4gb-w/s320/Picture+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251505588649874370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;" You want a piece of me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Read this with an open mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy slacking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767237510910010501-1284474929513463360?l=kristi23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/feeds/1284474929513463360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767237510910010501&amp;postID=1284474929513463360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1284474929513463360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767237510910010501/posts/default/1284474929513463360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi23.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-anna-yeoh-ee-ana.html' title='......tagged by Anna Yeoh Ee-Ana'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17056250990719508530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/TB4VzL-W_AI/AAAAAAAAB7c/apT7c7Ltxek/S220/Photo1427.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SOEYglt0U8I/AAAAAAAABQA/vibexx4gb-w/s72-c/Picture+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767237510910010501.post-843868354621396089</id><published>2008-09-29T02:43:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:53:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with em' girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally an outing that had been longed for.&lt;br /&gt;Anna, May, Wern, Fei Cui and Sunny all agreed on watching the movie&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was the Movie AWESOME!! Brings back loads of memories and tears.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Loving the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ABBa &lt;/span&gt;songs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;* Chiquitita is the best, try singing along with a lyric. Then you'll get me. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna watch it again with mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;She'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_ptREwhAI/AAAAAAAABP4/dfYZzzZBmWM/s1600-h/girlsouting.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251172654424032258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_ptREwhAI/AAAAAAAABP4/dfYZzzZBmWM/s400/girlsouting.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WAITING&lt;/span&gt; Ms. ANNA for her late arrival as usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_pVevK_JI/AAAAAAAABPw/HSIFHKFw7r4/s1600-h/girlsouting2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251172245774728338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_pVevK_JI/AAAAAAAABPw/HSIFHKFw7r4/s400/girlsouting2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Then it was time for dinner!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chilis&lt;/span&gt;..~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Milo was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Company was a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toilet sessions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_mTLW5wSI/AAAAAAAABPg/yvhTQVxiB-E/s1600-h/girlsouting3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251168907678040354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_mTLW5wSI/AAAAAAAABPg/yvhTQVxiB-E/s400/girlsouting3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took some pictures of Ms.Anna underneath her stall while she was taking a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;'DUNK'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAhaha...&lt;/span&gt;all she could do is scream and pose for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can't move away from her toilet seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a good time laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_lANTSy_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/BKp18qrTKrk/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251167482270632946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_lANTSy_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/BKp18qrTKrk/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the lift. Trying to take a pic before the lift door closes on us...xP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_lglVxMmI/AAAAAAAABPY/KkIymIL_wdk/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251168038479278690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_lglVxMmI/AAAAAAAABPY/KkIymIL_wdk/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was looking at a very &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Nasty'&lt;/span&gt; sports car..&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. nah im just exagerating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Nasty' &lt;/span&gt;would be a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smart Coupe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..just not liking the&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; neon&lt;/span&gt; lights underneath the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_ksB9FaOI/AAAAAAAABPI/6IvRZHdleuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251167135627307234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_ksB9FaOI/AAAAAAAABPI/6IvRZHdleuQ/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was the photographer, and was telling them to pose more &lt;em&gt;slutty&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guess they have hearing problems.&lt;br /&gt;pfff~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_gBm60hVI/AAAAAAAABN4/7iLP8Sh-mFg/s1600-h/girlsouting7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251162008769037650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_gBm60hVI/AAAAAAAABN4/7iLP8Sh-mFg/s400/girlsouting7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovely couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He became one of 'US'.. hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wern head for home after that.~ Ms.Curfew&lt;br /&gt;All of us then went to chill at CoffeeBean, Mr.Yeoh came, then we went to May's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suppose to go there and play mahjong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;End up.... anna left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leaving me there to make &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 star porn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;..HAHAHaha&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;..* kidding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nah..i went onlining and webcamming with Jessica+ disturbing the couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drinking Ryan's OTard or Ortard brandy..hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;4am left May's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't know why, I end up sleeping at 9am. =.=" Fucking head wouldn't let me sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next day was suppose to go Kuala Kangsar with mum to meet granny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then, no one else was going except me.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~ boringgg ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I decided not to go.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then I get to go visit Diana at Adventist Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a major fever a few days ago and stomach cramping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PATIENT &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;529&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_ftnAeJAI/AAAAAAAABNw/Oh9TXhFQsPg/s1600-h/diana.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251161665195353090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_ftnAeJAI/AAAAAAAABNw/Oh9TXhFQsPg/s320/diana.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Took this before we leave. Haha...shes looking cute eventhough in that hospital gown.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and I hang there for quite long, watching Disney channel..haha.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted awhile.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, she couldn't wait to get her arse outta that hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she gotta stay there for 2 more days. All alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, we jokingly said that we will come banging her door tonight, all drunk .&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't funny to her of course &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( you know, might be someone or something else banging her door)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still.. we &lt;strong&gt;laughed out loud&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we walked away from her room, I just glanced over the window beside me and saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HER.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_fixslmFI/AAAAAAAABNo/f11xycL9CdU/s1600-h/diana2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251161479086184530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_fixslmFI/AAAAAAAABNo/f11xycL9CdU/s400/diana2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAhaha.. seeing her &lt;em&gt;waving' waving' waving'&lt;/em&gt; sadly like a lost kitten.&lt;br /&gt;Sis and I couldn't stop laughing at her and quickly snap a pic of that scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;* sorry couldn't visit you today though*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night was dinner at Manila's with May, Anna, Jon and the annoying young one, Jef.&lt;/div&gt;Pretty embarrasing to have dinner with the young one.&lt;br /&gt;Espacially in a restaurant where people whisper instead of shouting..&lt;br /&gt;HAhaha..&lt;br /&gt;But all said and done.. pretty amusing to have him there.&lt;br /&gt;Julia came to find Anna.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just call her Ms.Paranoia/ insecure.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went for a drink at CoffeeBean.&lt;br /&gt;Had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BananaDates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recomended by Anna, and it tasted like&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Corn&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..I know it sounds weird, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Then Anna got this stupid idea of drinking from a long long straw.&lt;br /&gt;Sticking 3 straws together and 'us' forced-sucking it like crazy gal.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, and people looking at this 2 girls trying to drink from it.&lt;br /&gt;May took a picture of it. Not with me tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time to club, but before that, Anna has to drop her bro's and also change.&lt;br /&gt;End up all of us wore Anna's top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Mois the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fell, and now I have bruises. A big one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to...........................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_fV_qWmiI/AAAAAAAABNg/bPhxfycJNJA/s1600-h/mois.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251161259496610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDBT7j8pEnU/SN_fV_qWmiI/AAAAAAAABNg/bPhxfycJNJA/s400/mois.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Need&lt;/span&gt; more outting like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Need &lt;/span&gt;more 'girls' time.&lt;/span
