<?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-33389202</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:57:49.669+08:00</updated><category term='Tioman'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Miri'/><category term='Time After Time'/><category term='Dalmation Dog'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='little story'/><category term='Guns N&apos; Roses'/><category term='Explore'/><category term='Johor Bahru'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='Nikon D40'/><category term='Alternative Rock'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Penang'/><category term='Selangor Water Dam'/><category 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Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-4194261063071016838</id><published>2010-02-22T23:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:19:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the wave hits the shore</title><content type='html'>i want to lie down by a beach and listen to the sound of sea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have literally no life except working my ass off everyday since this beginning of the month, since i've started working. almost everyday i walk out of the Company whilst greeting to the start-of-night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was time when i awoke way before dusk just because i was dreaming about my long to-do list on the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my hormone becomes imbalance too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now all i want is listen to the sound of sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sounds heavenly when the wave hits the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sanctuary, which i couldn't find for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-4194261063071016838?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/4194261063071016838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=4194261063071016838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4194261063071016838'/><link rel='self' 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And no meetup after work since he'll be having dinner with his buddies and we had a simple celebration (no candles &amp;amp; no cake. we should have ordered one but were both bloated and tipsy.) over the dinner yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to go for Italian course and Italian On the Sixth at Pavilion was our choice. Other than a scene related to the wine we had and a not-so-friendly waitress, it was a great night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/S1cd_pg28BI/AAAAAAAACkA/PtK55h1EfP0/s320/IMG_5879.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428840855131058194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had the whole restaurant with us (well, for 2/3 of the time) while sipping the '06 Pinot Noir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/S1cd_JztG2I/AAAAAAAACj4/hmxCgs668Mk/s320/IMG_5876.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428840846620171106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best dishes of the night has to be this caesar salad. It was heavenly! The black vinegar was an added excellent touch. And don't begin with the cheese. Oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/S1ceARyQ7FI/AAAAAAAACkQ/SzbeeYjmfsM/s320/IMG_5886.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428840865941482578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another excellent dish would be this seafood pasta. The taste of fried garlic mixed with the freshness of seafood and pasta with olive oil was just SO right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/S1cd-8NdJMI/AAAAAAAACjw/gsM1Cpk6GpI/s320/IMG_5882.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428840842970080450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheese pizza was okay and could be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/S1ceAAbUMvI/AAAAAAAACkI/5efTZULf6Mg/s320/IMG_5892.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428840861281825522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we managed to go back safely after finished a whole bottle of wine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday, my dear. I can't offer  you much things but I'll be here for you always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-8775054132139012130?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/8775054132139012130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=8775054132139012130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8775054132139012130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8775054132139012130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/S1cd_pg28BI/AAAAAAAACkA/PtK55h1EfP0/s72-c/IMG_5879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1597129973686253190</id><published>2010-01-18T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:18:40.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start</title><content type='html'>I'm a slow person and so, I've only decided to mark down my resolution for the 2010. Not here, may be in my new &lt;a href="http://www.midori-japan.co.jp/english/p_travelers.html"&gt;Midori Traveler's Notebook&lt;/a&gt;. Yea, that's the name. Cool right? I like the concept of the book very much and so I bought it at Tokyu Hands during my trip to Japan. I made a right choice, although it's not as cheap as Moleskine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I just got back from Japan three days ago and I've started to miss it already. The weather has become colder and colder but I loved it! Although sometimes I dressed like a polar bear but I'm still loving the weather! Now, I'm back here, back to the friggin' hot weather again. &lt;i&gt;Bah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to 1Utama yesterday accompanying mum for some CNY shopping. The grey handbag she got reminds me of my grey MBMJ working bag. She got it for only RM80. That's a really good deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need to continue my cleaning job. My desk and my room is in a mess. Catastrophe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1597129973686253190?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1597129973686253190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1597129973686253190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1597129973686253190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1597129973686253190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1575102447609239217</id><published>2009-11-26T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:23:05.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream house</title><content type='html'>Today I'm on medical leave as I just went for wisdom tooth surgery. So I have been staying home and resting because of the surgery's aftermath. No I would not talk about the surgery as it's scary and I still have dull ache after taking the pain killer pills.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, since I have some time to kill, I then checked out Flickr for some pictures browsing. And so I began looking at the pools of interior design and related subjects. Oh well, heaven knows I have been secretly thinking about how would my dream house be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw52QS1DjEI/AAAAAAAACi4/mNXD8obIyzU/s400/3975665620_95e4d6b164.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408390224822897730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw571J95i_I/AAAAAAAACjo/OaVlAUHbCLQ/s400/sh1_rect540.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408396355657370610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dream, I can see mainly white colour, mixing with other earthy/ random colour. It's such a simple yet refreshing colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interior must not be over dramatic, it's not something that I would prefer and I think it's not my style afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some settings that I heart:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living room: love the white fur carpet and the random cushions on the white sofa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw5zyG6_dDI/AAAAAAAACiw/dAn_9CgUlJs/s400/3963993294_e34ac5487a_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387507207238706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heart every little detail of this living space, the white chair incorporating with the cozy sofa, the white shelves, the greenery and the warm fireplace &lt;i&gt;(picture courtesy of Jeana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw52RhQD2lI/AAAAAAAACjY/ESHiBBFl-XA/s400/living1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408390245874129490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Oh the natural sunlight! And the book shelves! I would love to spend my whole evening there reading and knitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw5zw34b-NI/AAAAAAAACiY/5KH0e_3UnkI/s400/3643231302_cd27cac53e_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387485990123730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dining space: A studio-like setting which I think is pretty cool. Love the chairs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw5zxRWWPbI/AAAAAAAACig/Iy-uJTCLTRU/s400/3891154866_1fe0493cdd_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387492826463666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I'm not fancy of dramatic design, but I have a thing on crystal chandelier. I just cannot stop looking at it. Again, love the eclectic setting of the chairs, the lovely white flowers and the black-and-white portraits on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw52Q-SPF0I/AAAAAAAACjI/1FE1YkcL3OQ/s400/4052936954_08a356abd3_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408390236488013634" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kitchen: Oh I always wish there is a center island in my kitchen!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw52RWqsZfI/AAAAAAAACjQ/IVqr-Y-kPlk/s400/kitchen.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408390243033048562" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Work space: Who would not love working in this quaintly space?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw5zwe-iYbI/AAAAAAAACiQ/AEb_8ALxGrQ/s400/0526-MegErinHouseTour02_small.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387479304823218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, there must be peonies in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw570ygJMdI/AAAAAAAACjg/CSfKMvEcKRo/s400/peonies.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408396349358551506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heart peonies :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I shall come back to reality, and continue working on my secret project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Note: all pictures are courtesy of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flickr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; unless stated wise.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1575102447609239217?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1575102447609239217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1575102447609239217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1575102447609239217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1575102447609239217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dream-house.html' title='My dream house'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Sw52QS1DjEI/AAAAAAAACi4/mNXD8obIyzU/s72-c/3975665620_95e4d6b164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-8864783351206364120</id><published>2009-09-24T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:18:51.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Comment ca va?</title><content type='html'>Hey ya (if there's still anyone reading this). I've abandoned the blog for the longest time, I know. Guess I've lost my mojo in blogging /writing since the past year. Sometimes when something really strike me up in my mind, I just couldn't state them down in words before I could still remember.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, the longest-ever hiatus up to date. Hmm, what an excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Life's been good for me, if the working life doesn't count. I have started working since June when I was still soaking in the holiday mood which I've always longed for. The typical working hours and workload just couldn't make me smile and laugh from the bottom of my heart anymore like those days back in my uni life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SruYTnsFIGI/AAAAAAAACiA/BcLpzTDVGGc/s200/IMG_3756.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385065242290364514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds like I don't satisfy enough for my job. Yea, I guess? Maybe I am not sure with the path that I'm walking on right now; whether is it wise for me to stand still for..say... the next 5 years. I just keep thinking whether I will be sick it or regret of choosing this. I am STILL sucks at making choices if I really don't have a concrete idea of it. Anyway, sometimes I would think that this career path has good potential, definitely and will always be challenging despite some of its seemingly-tedious daily routine work. The point of this path is, you have to deal with PEOPLE, poeple and people - both internal and external ''customers''. But of course, management skill is utterly important; same goes to decision-making, multi-tasking, and &lt;i&gt;pandai-pandai ing (that's what I think a freshie should have, as normally we freshie would never learn to say ''no'' to those tasks which are not within your work area).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, be &lt;i&gt;pandai-pandai &lt;/i&gt;at all times if not you will just end up NOT finishing the things that you are supposed to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are not getting right-things done, you are just not doing the right things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is your ideal working place? And what is your dream job or at least having a job which will make you a happy person?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are some of the questions running in my mind now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than 3 months I'll be done with my contract job and HOPEFULLY I could have a holiday to loosen up my mind for quite a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that said, I should start looking for another job if I'm not staying in my current company. Hmm... now off to bed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-8864783351206364120?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/8864783351206364120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=8864783351206364120' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8864783351206364120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8864783351206364120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/09/comment-ca-va.html' title='Comment ca va?'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SruYTnsFIGI/AAAAAAAACiA/BcLpzTDVGGc/s72-c/IMG_3756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1865660938605697969</id><published>2009-05-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:40:35.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>渐行渐远</title><content type='html'>人家对你好，你当作草。别人当你是草，你当作宝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;醒醒吧！别再自找苦吃了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该做的，我们都尝试了。再这样下去，只有绝望，没有希望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只期望你会有醒悟的一天。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1865660938605697969?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1865660938605697969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1865660938605697969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1865660938605697969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1865660938605697969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_12.html' title='渐行渐远'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7916312485549927983</id><published>2009-05-07T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:08:01.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>记忆的烙印</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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SgJrIWd4TRI/AAAAAAAACh4/FzfipttIaHA/s1600-h/IMG_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SgJrIWd4TRI/AAAAAAAACh4/FzfipttIaHA/s320/IMG_1417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332942699974118674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;话说，我爱上摄影已经有一段日子了吧。大概三年前的我还没领悟到那种按下快门的瞬间感动，所有无法形容的感觉。所以现在每当回想起那次的香港行，都会有点自责。那时的我超懒惰，就连启动相机的欲望都没有。所以那次的旅行，也是我的第一次远距离的海外出游，相较之下少了许多具体的回忆。如果再给我一个重游香港的机会，我一定不再让自己后悔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这两年来虽说拍了不少的照片，可是都没怎么整理和过瀘。一堆堆的相片还好好的存在记忆体里，心想得找个时间，冲洗它们才行呐。毕竟这做法非常的不保险。万一我的电脑或记忆体报销呢？呵呵，我一定会哭死。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，我能够把那些相片印成一本自己的摄影书，那该有多好啊。记载着满满爱的回忆。看着&lt;a href="http://rolla.pixnet.net/blog/post/23122348"&gt;肉拉的po&lt;/a&gt;，心中一阵感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕竟人生的旅程只有那么的一次啊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7916312485549927983?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7916312485549927983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7916312485549927983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7916312485549927983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7916312485549927983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='记忆的烙印'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SgJrIWd4TRI/AAAAAAAACh4/FzfipttIaHA/s72-c/IMG_1417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7719093627074561335</id><published>2009-04-19T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:57:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies...</title><content type='html'>been so busying on assignments and presentations this month. other than doing assignments, I've been spending time doing anything but no blogging cos I just seems to lose my mojo in blogging. time flies. in a month or so I'll be having my final and last exam in uni and I'll be saying byebye to my uni life. just saw a vid made by rika and started feeling emo. I'm gonna end my uni life very soon. what will be the feeling of saying goodbye to your friends that you have been having laughters with? moving into a different pace of life, all of us might not be meeting each other (anymore?). lately I've been spending my time with couple of new friends. and they are so cool (I mean, come on. I like them SO much). we played pokers together. we laughed so hard we almost teared. we had gin + sprite and chilled out together listening to my fav songs. singing the songs together. swaying. laughed again. swaying. so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then I started pondering - what if we all get to know each other earlier? like...way back then? could my uni life be different? oh I'm sure it's gonna be tons of fun. well oh well, at least I still own a month of FUN time with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cherish the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7719093627074561335?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7719093627074561335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7719093627074561335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7719093627074561335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7719093627074561335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-flies.html' title='Time flies...'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6105207631076731035</id><published>2009-03-30T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:27:12.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Here they come</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a sweet dream that pretty much sounds like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sweet boy gave the girl a sweet surprise by traveling all the way from the Venus (which was weird cause I heard that's where women come from) to the Land (where the girl's staying at). He told the girl not to worry about anything and it's going to be two awesome weeks. They spent their time happily together. Walking side by side along the never-ending-walkways. Spraying each other water while watering the garden. Playing games together. Teasing each other while the girl kicked the guy cause he tickled her. Eating nice food together. Holding hands. Looking into each others' eyes. But then the image got blurry and the boy faded away...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time I woke up. And now the nightmares are coming. They are knocking on my door. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away but I can't. It's depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6105207631076731035?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6105207631076731035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6105207631076731035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6105207631076731035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6105207631076731035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-they-come.html' title='Here they come'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1302361961615387154</id><published>2009-02-22T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:16:39.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Travel Diaries 1- Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this was my trip to Japan. There is so much I could say about Japan, as it has now become one of my favorite countries, but sometimes words just never express the impressions the country leaves in me. I will separate my travel diaries into separate entries, and try not to write too much at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows Emily is very blur and forgetful. Aha. What happened was I could not contact my bf after I reached Narita Airport because I did not know which number to be inserted before making call to local mobile number (I did not pay much attention when my bf told me about that and eventually totally forgot about it). Luckily I managed to get some help from an airport officer. She can't understand what I was saying at first, so I just used my very limited japanese vocabulary, and kept repeating "keitai" (mobiles). And she managed to get what I mean in the end and helped me to dial the numbers. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.wako-group.co.jp/top.html"&gt;Wako (和幸)&lt;/a&gt;, a restaurant which sells a range of &lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;とんかつ (Tonkatsu or Deepfried Pork Cutlet)&lt;/span&gt; for lunch, together with Yushi and Fatt as they were there traveling as well. You have got to try their Tonkatsu as it is SO crispy, crunchy and light, which I didn't find oily at all. I had lunch set of Tonkatsu with shoyu sauce, onion and egg inside. It was very nice although the pork had lost some crunchiness after soaking in the sauce. Anyway, the pork inside was soft and tender! My lunch set was a tad bit much for me, as the tonkatsu was huge and occupied the whole pot and so I had some leftover :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eyjgrOI/AAAAAAAACeY/PoU686m0XMs/s1600-h/wako_tonkatsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eyjgrOI/AAAAAAAACeY/PoU686m0XMs/s320/wako_tonkatsu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301363148762338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eVLYbgI/AAAAAAAACeA/9ip8hTr241g/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eVLYbgI/AAAAAAAACeA/9ip8hTr241g/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301355262930434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shopping is another thing that I missed about in Tokyo. There are wide choices of brands for you, no matter which style that you are opted for. Marui City (featured as 0101) was a shopping mall that I frequented the most, as it carries the brands that I like - Olive des Olive, Lowry's Farm, Pageboy and many more. I didn't get much stuff on my first day at Marui Shinjuku though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a brief walk in Shinjuku before heading to Oedo Onsen Monogatari in Odaiba. The weather was so cold and the strong wind just kept freezing me up. Even the scarf didn't help much. Anyway, Oedo Onsen has a large scale hot spring facility and will not dissapoint you for paying the price of 1900 yen (nightime price). Entree fees includes a yukata (there are at least 5 different designs for ladies!), bath towel and small towel. Soap, shampoo, conditioner, skin care and haircare products are all provided too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;There are 16 various baths including rotenburo (outdoor bath), which is a must visit if you ever visit onsen with rontenburo! (imagine you get to feel the cooooold breeze while enjoying the onsen)  It was pretty fun as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;couples and groups can meet up in between taking the waters, while dressed in yukata. The central section has plenty of restaurants, bars, noodle and various game stalls. We just used the barcode on our entrance pass to order/shop. The bill will be made when you are checking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; (it's a good business tactic as you will not be thinking while making the purchases.lol!)&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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3e3lDB8I/AAAAAAAACeg/6dJg3CEdeXY/s1600-h/oedo_onsen_monotakari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3e3lDB8I/AAAAAAAACeg/6dJg3CEdeXY/s320/oedo_onsen_monotakari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301364497385410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eVWu1cI/AAAAAAAACeI/oTKLoRSV0Gk/s1600-h/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eVWu1cI/AAAAAAAACeI/oTKLoRSV0Gk/s320/IMG_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301355310536130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left&gt;&gt; Front view of Oedo Onsen Monogatari. Right&gt;&gt; The lovely couple, Yushi and Fatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eqT09WI/AAAAAAAACeQ/kgH6WwRg8Qk/s1600-h/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eqT09WI/AAAAAAAACeQ/kgH6WwRg8Qk/s320/IMG_0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301360935499106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acting cool ar, darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5KUd_nqI/AAAAAAAACeo/J6yk7-JgbpY/s1600-h/IMG_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5KUd_nqI/AAAAAAAACeo/J6yk7-JgbpY/s320/IMG_0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303210498432674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5KsPAOEI/AAAAAAAACew/M5oI9q4Vyf4/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5KsPAOEI/AAAAAAAACew/M5oI9q4Vyf4/s320/IMG_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303216878008386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tower in the right picture is the NTT Docomo Yoyogi Building. It is the tallest clock tower in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After having our haircut at Earth in Takadanobaba on the next day, we headed to Shinjuku for Krispy Kreme. heee. Bf knows my love for doughnuts. So each of us got a free glaze-flavour while waiting on the line. We visited Takashimaya nearby after that and I bought a few hosiery. I spotted some cute Vivienne Westwood there but I just can't imagine me wearing them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5KtLZJQI/AAAAAAAACe4/gDXX4B5uuA4/s1600-h/IMG_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5KtLZJQI/AAAAAAAACe4/gDXX4B5uuA4/s320/IMG_0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303217131300098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed lost.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5K-FWG-I/AAAAAAAACfI/KCfRSr8Yz8s/s1600-h/IMG_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5K-FWG-I/AAAAAAAACfI/KCfRSr8Yz8s/s320/IMG_0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303221669338082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, we had our dinner at Nabezo, a famous reasonably priced all-you-can-eat shabu-shabu and sukiyaki restaurant, with a 90 minute course available for 1890yen. We got the mixed soup - Shiyo and Kimchi. The Kimchi soup was great for beef while Shiyo was better for pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5Ku19FcI/AAAAAAAACfA/j_yXKcc7eUE/s1600-h/IMG_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA5Ku19FcI/AAAAAAAACfA/j_yXKcc7eUE/s320/IMG_0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303217578251714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was the Adult's Day (成人式） in Japan on my 3rd day there. It is the Japanese coming-of-age ceremony and is held annually on second Monday in January. And so we visited Meiji Shrine (明治神宮) as we could get to see people dressing up (girls, to be exact) to celebrate the passage into adulthood. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA69KWdsDI/AAAAAAAACfg/CfxiHA5l5tg/s1600-h/IMG_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA69KWdsDI/AAAAAAAACfg/CfxiHA5l5tg/s320/IMG_0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305305183467450418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowded Harajuku Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA68wMHraI/AAAAAAAACfQ/XmTaOJ1lk9s/s1600-h/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA68wMHraI/AAAAAAAACfQ/XmTaOJ1lk9s/s320/IMG_0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305305176444743074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA68_MdI8I/AAAAAAAACfY/FjYfMVYrR2I/s1600-h/IMG_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA68_MdI8I/AAAAAAAACfY/FjYfMVYrR2I/s320/IMG_0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305305180472681410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before visiting the shrine, we had chocolate croissant at &lt;a href="http://www.saint-marc-hd.com/cafe/"&gt;Choco Cro&lt;/a&gt; (a part of Saint-Marc cafe), which is nearby to Harajuku Station. The croissant was so crispy and totally worth the price (140 yen each I thk.. can't remember) as you just can't resist the yummy gooey chocolate. A must-try for chocolate lover! It also has a selection of drinks and other delicious pastry as well. Sadly, I'd stupidly forgotten to try the banana chocolate version, even there is a chain store in Koenji and so very nearby to my bf's place :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA69ZWIKUI/AAAAAAAACfo/7rSpAchQ1z4/s1600-h/IMG_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA69ZWIKUI/AAAAAAAACfo/7rSpAchQ1z4/s320/IMG_0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305305187492571458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Torii gate from afar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8k988ccI/AAAAAAAACgA/sJ0PZQm_Njs/s1600-h/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8k988ccI/AAAAAAAACgA/sJ0PZQm_Njs/s320/IMG_0215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306966845583810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meiji_Shrine"&gt;Meiji Shrine&lt;/a&gt;....  It was fun to snap pictures of cute Japanese Girls dressed in beautiful kimonos! I'd written my wish on prayers, which is called 绘马 in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8ks87NCI/AAAAAAAACf4/VIREOKtc_RY/s1600-h/IMG_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8ks87NCI/AAAAAAAACf4/VIREOKtc_RY/s320/IMG_0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306962282099746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8k6n0zVI/AAAAAAAACgI/C9Qow8HXNKg/s1600-h/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8k6n0zVI/AAAAAAAACgI/C9Qow8HXNKg/s320/IMG_0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306965951696210" 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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8kygVBNI/AAAAAAAACgQ/0QhV9NdCaRo/s1600-h/IMG_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8kygVBNI/AAAAAAAACgQ/0QhV9NdCaRo/s320/IMG_0245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306963772769490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf writing his wishes on prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA69hgIAoI/AAAAAAAACfw/TS5uNZVTKV4/s1600-h/IMG_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA69hgIAoI/AAAAAAAACfw/TS5uNZVTKV4/s320/IMG_0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305305189681988226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the ice sculptures displayed in Meiji Shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8lKklhMI/AAAAAAAACgY/hIqFhw3momM/s1600-h/IMG_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA8lKklhMI/AAAAAAAACgY/hIqFhw3momM/s320/IMG_0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305306970233078978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cute lil' girl in Meiji Shrine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, we didn't missed Takeshita-dori, a famous street which is fulled with fashion boutique, cafes and restaurants in Harajuku. You can't miss the crepe if you're taking a walk in Takeshita-dori. Oh, and for girls, there are shops selling cute and affordable lingerie as well!! (do drop by Amo's Style... You can get pretty lingerie there ^_^ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at &lt;a href="http://www.ootoya.com/"&gt;Otoya&lt;/a&gt;, a typical Teishoku (定食, set meal) chain restaurant in Japan. It serves rice, Miso soup and some dishes for each standard meal set. If you are looking for cheap and delicious meal set, then this is the place where you can get a decent meal priced from 600 - 1000 yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA93ZmRnhI/AAAAAAAACgg/sBpZO95FCn0/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA93ZmRnhI/AAAAAAAACgg/sBpZO95FCn0/s320/IMG_0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305308383015968274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake food displays @ Otoya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a long walking/shopping trip around Harajuku and Jingumae [must-visit: LaForet, H&amp;amp;M, &lt;a href="http://ut.uniqlo.com/"&gt;UT&lt;/a&gt;, Gap and some designer shops like Burberry, Charlotte Ronson which I obviously couldn't afford lol], we had dinner at &lt;a href="http://r.gnavi.co.jp/fl/en/g085703/"&gt;Venire Venire&lt;/a&gt;, an Italian restaurant in Harajuku. The meal was great; I loved their cheese pizza (!!!), garden salad [with all leavessss but it was delicious serving with olive oil (?) ], lamb ribs and tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA93zoGFxI/AAAAAAAACg4/cpVSYzycBVA/s1600-h/IMG_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA93zoGFxI/AAAAAAAACg4/cpVSYzycBVA/s320/IMG_0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305308390002923282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA938w85RI/AAAAAAAACgw/7bm2QETnnno/s1600-h/IMG_0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA938w85RI/AAAAAAAACgw/7bm2QETnnno/s320/IMG_0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305308392455988498" 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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA93hnKleI/AAAAAAAACgo/yTOgbL1x7IQ/s1600-h/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA93hnKleI/AAAAAAAACgo/yTOgbL1x7IQ/s320/IMG_0293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305308385167185378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking H&amp;amp;M while dining in Venire Venire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Half of my 4th day was spent by shopping in Shibuya, together with Yushi. We stopped by to check out the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hachik%C5%8D"&gt;Hachiko's statue&lt;/a&gt; in front of Shibuya Station before heading to Shibuya 109.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_8qtFhgI/AAAAAAAAChI/7Oe1Ct4jVTU/s1600-h/IMG_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_8qtFhgI/AAAAAAAAChI/7Oe1Ct4jVTU/s320/IMG_0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310672530540034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, Shibuya 109 is not really a place I would shop in. It is loud and busy but really fun to have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA931uJiyI/AAAAAAAAChA/J-XfOpIPeJY/s1600-h/IMG_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA931uJiyI/AAAAAAAAChA/J-XfOpIPeJY/s320/IMG_0308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305308390565186338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I looked stupid while standing in front of the infamous Shibuya crossroad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_8yMdhMI/AAAAAAAAChQ/KX5yZIk5GTI/s1600-h/IMG_0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_8yMdhMI/AAAAAAAAChQ/KX5yZIk5GTI/s320/IMG_0312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310674541184194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just missed the Japanese pastry... so well done and delicious. oh chocolate shortcake...with caramel-coated chestnut on top somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the shopping trip, we met up with the guys and had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.rokkasen.co.jp/"&gt;Rokkasen&lt;/a&gt; (六歌仙), a grilled meat restaurant which serves all-you-can-eat yakiniku and shabu-shabu. The dinner was so fulfilling as we could get to taste a variety of Japanese-produced beef (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wagyu"&gt;Wagyu&lt;/a&gt;), Galbi, scallop, king crab and etc. It was pricey as we opted for Kikyou Set - all-you-can-eat + all-you-can-drink (桔梗(ききょう)の宴 / 食べ放題!飲み放題). Anyway, I should have more cocktail but my stomach was so full I can fill the food in my throat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_9E-9CTI/AAAAAAAAChg/ogvn3F7OxEo/s1600-h/IMG_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_9E-9CTI/AAAAAAAAChg/ogvn3F7OxEo/s320/IMG_0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310679584803122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_85t0bHI/AAAAAAAAChY/6m-h0P3IaBI/s1600-h/IMG_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_85t0bHI/AAAAAAAAChY/6m-h0P3IaBI/s320/IMG_0336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310676560145522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_9AAxlyI/AAAAAAAACho/JfbsBDmYlzI/s1600-h/IMG_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA_9AAxlyI/AAAAAAAACho/JfbsBDmYlzI/s320/IMG_0344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305310678250264354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had gained on weight (2kgs?) on the first week there as I had three all-you-can-eat meal in a week! THREE! I was like shit when I saw the reading on the weighing scale.  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day was spent in Gotemba, is a city located on the southeastern flank of Mt. Fuji in Shizuoka. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.premiumoutlets.co.jp/en/gotemba/"&gt;Gotemba Premium Outlets&lt;/a&gt; for shopping, not me but another couple (Fatt and Yushi.lol). Oh well, if only the Yen was cheaper. Bah. So, I rather enjoyed overlooking the beautiful Mt. Fuji instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaBCaNg75JI/AAAAAAAAChw/PgfNaXZ80Z0/s1600-h/IMG_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaBCaNg75JI/AAAAAAAAChw/PgfNaXZ80Z0/s320/IMG_0372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305313379114280082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next - Asakusa, Disneyland and Disneysea and others... Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1302361961615387154?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1302361961615387154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1302361961615387154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1302361961615387154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1302361961615387154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/02/travel-diaries-1-tokyo.html' title='Travel Diaries 1- Tokyo'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SaA3eyjgrOI/AAAAAAAACeY/PoU686m0XMs/s72-c/wako_tonkatsu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3008386745911823253</id><published>2009-02-08T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:44:01.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was heaven...</title><content type='html'>.. to have you by my side for the past one month. And now I am back and stuck in the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SY8K-QoGIFI/AAAAAAAACc8/3E7lepwicls/s1600-h/IMG_1994.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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SY8K-QoGIFI/AAAAAAAACc8/3E7lepwicls/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300467351169671250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, I was still in my heaven, but had started to feel uneasy and also had  insomnia for the past two days. It was the first time of me unable to sleep in the cold but warming (as I sneaked myself in the thick blankets and because, I'd got him) weather. It was weird. All I was thinking about is the flashing images of everything I'd gone through in the past month. It is like a dream, yet so true. It seemed far reach but I managed to touch it - to touch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, your hand, and your face that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo tastes like a dream, a dream which you fell in love with yet you might hate about sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; taste like a real dream, which is happened at somewhere in the heaven, some place which I really want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SY8LMFJrNTI/AAAAAAAACdE/Om_F5SIUM3g/s1600-h/IMG_1993.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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SY8LMFJrNTI/AAAAAAAACdE/Om_F5SIUM3g/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300467588607456562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just could not stop thinking about every seconds that we had spent together. I still remember the response I gave you when you hugged and kissed me goodbye before you going to class while I was still in bed. (Okay to be honest mostly I just continued sleeping and ignored all the action above cos the bed is super comfy...) I still remember how I yelled at you and stopped helping you to cook when you yelled at me first. (hmm, not yelling la but just slightly high pitch talking...) But you still managed to cook good foods without me, which is one of the great things about you. I still remember how we got into different fights, but we made up eventually :) Oh did I tell you it was so sweet of you when you offered your pocket to one of my freezing hands? You always give me the best. You always try to. Just like when you know that cream puff is so fattening but you will not fail to ask me to buy whenever we went for grocery shopping in kombini or just simply passing by the patisserie shop. Because you know I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done for you? Maybe it's little compared to what you have done for me, but you know better than on one that the only person which I have been thinking about is you. No one but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this feeling makes me hurt. Or should I say it hurts me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: I will be back very soon and till then, I will write about Tokyo. No more emo post, em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3008386745911823253?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3008386745911823253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3008386745911823253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3008386745911823253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3008386745911823253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-heaven.html' title='It was heaven...'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SY8K-QoGIFI/AAAAAAAACc8/3E7lepwicls/s72-c/IMG_1994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2989683711699991475</id><published>2009-01-25T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:14:59.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;First off, Happy Chinese New Year to all my friends! CNY is on tomorrow and we just did spring cleaning today! Haha, it was fun to do some hardcore house chores cos the bf's house (his room's windows to be exact) is fulled with mold. Not that he didn't clean well, it's because of the weather (The difference of degrees between outside and the room will make the room condition become wet). He cleaned out the dodgy looking mold, while I vacumed the floor and cleaned other places... It was fun to do the spring cleaning, despite all of the yuckiee scenes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72nSB5vKI/AAAAAAAACcs/tv9rpIOeFeU/s1600-h/IMG_1276e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295941366549429410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72nSB5vKI/AAAAAAAACcs/tv9rpIOeFeU/s400/IMG_1276e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choi.. 8 = Fatt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the last minute spring cleaning is because o&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72cJaUr5I/AAAAAAAACcU/BZVqO0RU2JE/s1600-h/IMG_1272e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f we just got back from a short trip in Nikko （日光）. Bf is cooking Bak Kut Teh and other jazz for dinner while I am blogging here. Gotta go before he finds out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post-editing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pic of the dinner! Simple but fulfilling... I was bloated! Had some beer by Suntory and Gin as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bsZPIrI/AAAAAAAACcM/7lIsTgLQLWM/s1600-h/IMG_1269e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bGDyhQI/AAAAAAAACb8/ZHMkFYrLKZk/s1600-h/IMG_1267e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295941157177689346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bGDyhQI/AAAAAAAACb8/ZHMkFYrLKZk/s400/IMG_1267e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bcQk4xI/AAAAAAAACcE/RrH75LxMpQI/s1600-h/IMG_1268e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295941163136901906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bcQk4xI/AAAAAAAACcE/RrH75LxMpQI/s400/IMG_1268e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bsZPIrI/AAAAAAAACcM/7lIsTgLQLWM/s1600-h/IMG_1269e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295941167468192434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bsZPIrI/AAAAAAAACcM/7lIsTgLQLWM/s400/IMG_1269e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72nT8hAEI/AAAAAAAACck/4nosPAFR0y8/s1600-h/IMG_1275e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295941367063707714" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72nT8hAEI/AAAAAAAACck/4nosPAFR0y8/s400/IMG_1275e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beer by Suntory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72cKOHR1I/AAAAAAAACcc/WSNO4d2Bbd4/s1600-h/IMG_1274e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295941175474603858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72cKOHR1I/AAAAAAAACcc/WSNO4d2Bbd4/s400/IMG_1274e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was showing the guys how to train the arms by using the thing he's holding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for this time. Hopefully I will be start writing post (from 1st day - present) in these 2 days. A great and exciting news is that I'll be going to Kyoto and Osaka on this weekend, if everything goes well! Can't wait... but gotta be prepared for the weather! It's getting colder and colder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bGDyhQI/AAAAAAAACb8/ZHMkFYrLKZk/s1600-h/IMG_1267e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72bGDyhQI/AAAAAAAACb8/ZHMkFYrLKZk/s1600-h/IMG_1267e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2989683711699991475?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2989683711699991475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2989683711699991475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2989683711699991475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2989683711699991475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SX72nSB5vKI/AAAAAAAACcs/tv9rpIOeFeU/s72-c/IMG_1276e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6915670553855992629</id><published>2009-01-18T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:40:48.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>The blog is having frequent hiatus for a while (well, a LONG while)... How are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had my French's final exam on 9th Jan. It went well... Only that I stayed up till very late on the night before that (approxiately 4am! My head was spinning and aching despite the nervousness of the exam and trying to squeeze everything into my little head). It was a hectic Friday, as I need to finish packing for my trip to Tokyo right after the exam in the evening. My flight was at night, well I should have got the Saturday's flight instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm in Tokyo now. The weather is pretty cold. Today is the first day of me and the bf staying at home, lounging... as we have been out everyday since after I reached here. The bf's friends were here so we were going around places like Shinjuku, Harajuku, Shibuya, Omotesando, Asakusa, Disneyland, Disneysea and etc. Also, I have to say that I haven't eaten so many meat (both beef and pork) in a week. And so that's one of the reasons staying at home (I'm not feeling well too, caught cold I guess) and eating homecook porridge (the bf made them! yummy) today. It's so nice to sneak myself in the thickkkk blanket watching drama and falling asleep with the bf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be doing updates about Tokyo very soon! I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama time! Gossip Girl...! I'm slow cos I just started watching season 2. lol. Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6915670553855992629?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6915670553855992629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6915670553855992629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6915670553855992629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6915670553855992629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2250818222681005523</id><published>2009-01-04T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:14:55.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009?</title><content type='html'>First off, Happy New Year to everyone. So any resolution for a better year ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post of random rant over. Stop reading if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just tired of repeating words when I really mean it but no one listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time people just won't be appreciative enough for what other people have done for them. What they do is: they ask for more, without practically "asking". You, on the other hand, being taken advantage without proper credits didn't really mind of that in the beginning, but become pissed off eventually. Yes, although you have been tolerating for all these shits for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I am going to a far away land in less than one week. And I can keep all these shits away from my eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a good news is that, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2250818222681005523?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2250818222681005523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2250818222681005523' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2250818222681005523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2250818222681005523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009?'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2511688883099308765</id><published>2008-11-27T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:54:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged: Are you face chemical free?</title><content type='html'>Tagged by the lovely Rika.. lol actually I was somewhat "self-recommended" to do this though.. (Rika, know what I mean rite? ;p) It took me almost a month to write this? I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the hiatus. I haven't been updating much, which is the stuff that I do always, since like.. ages ago. Not that I've been busy, just that I've been spending time on other activities - learning French (which is very interesting, but confusing at times), playing with my friend's doggie (which named Oolong Tea in chinese - SO cute!) if I have free time in between classes, and of course, checking out YouTube vids when I'm back at home. (guess what kind of vids I've been watching?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, crap aside... Back to the title, my answer is no, of course ;p If I were face chemical free, I guess I'll be having like 50 zits on my face and super big pores that cannot be covered even with the thickest makeup...Okay that sounds a little bit awful and scary :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my "chemical treatment" for my face.. To be honest, I couldn't finish using ALL of them - I'm lazy to apply/use some of them most of the time. *guilts*  Sorry for the sucky picture quality..Anyways, just my two cents about some of the products I use:&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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7O1AwZiGI/AAAAAAAACZw/wg0Y5_GvJ5Y/s1600-h/DSC08946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7O1AwZiGI/AAAAAAAACZw/wg0Y5_GvJ5Y/s320/DSC08946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273379623828818018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loreal Gentle Makeup Remover&lt;/span&gt; : Pretty good quality to remove the waterproof eye makeup. Great deal with a low price. Comparable to Lancome's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seaweed Purifying Facial Cleanser&lt;/span&gt;: Only use it to remove makeup if I have no choice. Dislike the minty/tinkling feeling when using it. It burns my skin literally and makes my skin become reddish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZA Cleansemax: &lt;/span&gt;It has been my good 'ol makeup remover for a couple of years. It's ok for my very sensitive skin. But, most of the time I would use it TWICE to make sure there's no makeup residue on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DHC Cleansing Oil:&lt;/span&gt; This is my Holy Grail! With 2 or 3 pumps, I gently spread this on my dry face and massage my face thoroughly including my eyes (yes!) in circular motion. After 30 secs, I just wet my hands and massage my face again for a while before washing my face with water. Guess what, ALL my makeup gone after the rinsing and my skin doesn't feel that oily (it's olive oil base)! Love it!! Anyways, I'd wash my face with my gentle wash soap to make sure it's 100% clean, although it is already 99% clean (almost) after using DHC. The only thing I dislike about is the texture, which is a bit thick to spread out on the face. But still, it is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apricot Invigorating Scrub:&lt;/span&gt; Love this scrub. It is very gentle and doesn't irritate my skin. After using it, my skin always feel soft. Bye bye dead skin cells. And it smells SO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himalaya Neem Face Pack&lt;/span&gt;: It is a clay mask with tiny particles to it. Tried once and it's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clinique 7 day Scrub Cream:&lt;/span&gt; I doesn't really like the chemical smell. And I think the texture is too thick for my liking. It feels coarse on my skin. Yikes. I wouldn't fork out RM85 (probably more now) to buy such a scrub.&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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7O1TctyDI/AAAAAAAACZ4/98VjllGoAjg/s1600-h/DSC08948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7O1TctyDI/AAAAAAAACZ4/98VjllGoAjg/s320/DSC08948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273379628846532658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ettusais Acne Gentle Wash:&lt;/span&gt; It is pretty gentle for oily skin but yet it cleans very well. I just discovered the correct method for using it lol. *blush* and I love it even more after that. Still new in package as you can see - just stocking up as I'm almost done with the current one. Affordable as the Clinique's face soap (again, chemical smell) but I like the Gentle Wash more. I still have whole bar of Clinique which I used for a while couple of years ago :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ettusais Acne Skin Version Up:&lt;/span&gt; I use it as a moisturizer after toner, although the correct sequence of it should be before using toner. Oh well, I just stick to what I'm comfortable with lol. It seems very moiturizing and hydrating when I applied it on the face, BUT it didn't seem to "absorb" into my skin, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ettusais Whitening Essence:&lt;/span&gt; I haven't really used it continuously so I wouldn't say it's useless. Anyways, my skin tends to get dry when I use whitening stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ettusais Aqua Shooter:&lt;/span&gt; I treat this as a toner. It works pretty good, I think. My excess sebum is gone when using it but it wouldn't dry my skin out. I just finished using one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ettusais Nightime Defense:&lt;/span&gt; I use it after applying all my skincare by applying the powder on my face, especially my T-zone. With the ultra fine powder particles, it is claimed to prevent and treat acne, suppress and smoothen out                                rough skin, and seal in moisture. Still in package as I haven't done with the sample yet. I haven't noticed much result, but I would say my skin feels silky soft after applying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some New York Skin Solution's products - soothing gel &amp;amp; cream, beauty cream, moiturizer &amp;amp; eye gel which I'm lazy to talk about lol.&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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7O1lowI6I/AAAAAAAACaA/3Pjb0AIstug/s1600-h/DSC08949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7O1lowI6I/AAAAAAAACaA/3Pjb0AIstug/s320/DSC08949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273379633728856994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random masks which I've got from bf and one from Ettusais. I'm lazy in the whole mask-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.. my makeup collection.. wouldn't say a collection though as it's hardly a collection -__- &lt;span&gt;Anyways, here's what I use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7PAaUnzUI/AAAAAAAACaI/7vjR5fs111E/s1600-h/DSC08956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7PAaUnzUI/AAAAAAAACaI/7vjR5fs111E/s400/DSC08956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273379819670195522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some MAC products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prep+Prime:&lt;/span&gt; It doesn't work on my skin and my makeup tends to fade and gets real oily after few hours. Seriously, don't buy this base from MAC. Not going to repurchase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Select Cover-Up:&lt;/span&gt; I use it to conceal my zits and under-eyes circle and it's been working out pretty well. A little goes a long way so I was wondering if I could finish using it up before the expiry period due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio Fix Fluid Foundation:&lt;/span&gt; I'm a NC30-35 now but I got the NC40 when I was tanned :( So my skin would look abit tanned than it should be after applying it. As a result, I just got myself a Revlon Colorstay (Sand Beige) which appeared fairer on my skin (argh). I should have bought the Golden Beige instead. Anyhow, Studio Fix gives good coverage but I don't really like it for daily use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loose/Blot Powder: &lt;/span&gt;Very fine texture to be used to set my makeup. Reduce my skin oilyness as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mineralised Skin Finish &lt;/span&gt;in Soft and Gentle: It's a highlighter for my cheek or part of my face. Lightly apply it and it adds a "glow" to your skin. Love. But be careful that it'll sort of enlarge your pores if you simply apply too much on your face. Not pleasant looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blushes&lt;/span&gt;: First off, the Dollymix from MAC. It looks pretty scary in the pan but it's lovely when you apply it lightly on your cheek. It will leave a hint of sheer candy pink on your apple:) Another one is from Lancome which I rarely use. It has a peachy undertone to it which contains gorgeous tiny gold shimmer. It is pretty but just doesn't show up well on my skintone. Would be gorgeous on lovelies with pale/fairer skintone. (anyone interested in buying? wondering to sell it off with cheaper price. Used 3x. Let me know..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some eyeshadow &amp;amp; paint pot from MAC and Silkygirl: I wouldn't say much about this as I have very less eyeshadow :( Now waiting for my 88 palette from Coastal Scents!(whee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benefit Dr. Feel Good&lt;/span&gt;: Another makeup base. I bought it last year, I think? And I haven't used it more than 5 times cos one of my close friend literally borrowed it since one year ago. I just got it back from my friend lol. Craps aside, I prefer this over the Prep+Prime. It is claimed to "minimize" your pore and act as a makeup base for a fresh look. I don't really like the smell though, but it's still acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ettusais Zero Pore Coat:&lt;/span&gt; It's a makeup base as it claimed. But I use it to cover (reduce) my pores even without wearing any makeup. I love this because it also controls and reduces the oilyness of my skin. The texture is very light too, which is lighter than the Dr. Feel Good. Half of the price of Dr. Feel Good, of course the same goes to the amount of the product. (probably less than half)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lipgloss/Lipstick:&lt;/span&gt; NYX Mega Shine (Smokey Look). NYX Round Lipstick in Thalia and Honey. It's good and dirt cheap (around RM11 for lipstick and RM20 for lipgloss after shipping and etc). Read on the reviews of other bloggers/YouTubers. And a peeachy Shu Uemura lipgloss. Oh Chanel's lipgloss is good but it's a tad too pricey. Any other recommendation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chanel Blanc Essentiel Compact Foundation:&lt;/span&gt; It will make your skin appear appear fairer, but in a good way of course. Use it when I'm in a rush, after I started using liquid foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliners: MAC Powerpoint Eye Pencil, Silkygirl Funky Eyeliner (Olive Green &amp;amp; Silver - I don't know why I got the silver lol). The Silkygirl's are pretty good deal considering the price of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the Fasio's mascara is pretty good BUT very difficult to wash off, even with your eye make-up remover. Takes more than one day to go off. Not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyelash curler from Shu Uemura is my HG. Got it for like RM35 (if not mistaken) which is a good deal. I heard that it retails for around RM50? Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Eyebrow Kit: It takes me 2 mins to draw my eyebrows. So easy to work with. *thumbs up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some face brushes and eye brushes. The big fluffy face brush from TBS is soooo soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, gotta stop here cuz I've got lazy to continue typing. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness: See the cute pinky storage box/makeup case?.. or whatever you call it. Cute, no? It's a free gift from ettusais during my previous haul :) love it but yet to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLMK if you're doing this tag! I'd love to read it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2511688883099308765?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2511688883099308765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2511688883099308765' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2511688883099308765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2511688883099308765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-are-you-face-chemical-free.html' title='Tagged: Are you face chemical free?'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SS7O1AwZiGI/AAAAAAAACZw/wg0Y5_GvJ5Y/s72-c/DSC08946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7871635279411708328</id><published>2008-11-15T16:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:59:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the dream has gone now...</title><content type='html'>...officially. I got so excited when I found out that Tokyo will be having the very first launching of Comme des Garcons x H&amp;amp;M, as I will definitely "beg" my bf to get few of the amazing pieces there, despite the long queue at H&amp;amp;M everyday since after the opening of the shop (note that this is BEFORE the launching of Comme des Garcons). That was a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Now I'm going to sip in more vanila latte...and keep munching more J.Co Doughnuts.. oh grieving on my dream.. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the vid of grand launching in Tokyo, I clearly know that my bf will be dead waiting for the looooong queue. Geez. Luckily he didn't do that. Just can't imagine the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keeee-ra-zy&lt;/span&gt; queue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8MTjV04olg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8MTjV04olg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another vid on the launching in London, taken by the lovely Susie Bubble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c13zUagqNRU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c13zUagqNRU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: On 6.42, the blazer that I've been dreaming on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreammm on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7871635279411708328?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7871635279411708328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7871635279411708328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7871635279411708328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7871635279411708328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-dream-has-gone-now.html' title='And the dream has gone now...'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7686792683520740512</id><published>2008-10-28T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:05:35.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much. so. much. I. wanna. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here. You're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SQcpRlGGvGI/AAAAAAAACZI/6THrhzfwreM/s1600-h/DSC_0065e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SQcpRlGGvGI/AAAAAAAACZI/6THrhzfwreM/s320/DSC_0065e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262220071597948002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LDR has never been easy. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7686792683520740512?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7686792683520740512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7686792683520740512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7686792683520740512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7686792683520740512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SQcpRlGGvGI/AAAAAAAACZI/6THrhzfwreM/s72-c/DSC_0065e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7071747882867425820</id><published>2008-10-24T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:33:22.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>选择</title><content type='html'>朋友的iPod有近四千首的歌。我问他储存那么多歌干嘛，听也听不完呢。&lt;br /&gt;但他觉得越多越好，多点选择。还说我的太少，很闷。&lt;br /&gt;虽然只有近三百首的歌，可它们是我的最爱。&lt;br /&gt;像我这样的怪人可以一首歌重复听几十次。&lt;br /&gt;话说有次我朋友差点被我重复无数次的歌快要搞疯了，为了避免被揍的机率，我戴上了耳机继续轻哼着那首歌。现在想起就觉得好笑。&lt;br /&gt;喜欢听的歌，是听不厌的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人喜欢从众多的餐点选项中点个与众不同的，也讨厌吃重复的菜肴，多点新鲜感。&lt;br /&gt;而我，每次到了阿许辣汤都不点辣汤，一屁股坐下来就对他打个眼色，接着就听见他说：“老板，来个咸菜豆腐汤-只要瘦肉猪肚，青炒油唛，还有个葱油豆腐，热的。&lt;br /&gt;这时，心总是暖暖的。&lt;br /&gt;虽然不是吃什么山珍海味，可我觉得好幸福。&lt;br /&gt;喜欢吃的东西，是吃不腻的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能选择的多与寡，在我身上是用不着的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7071747882867425820?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7071747882867425820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7071747882867425820' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7071747882867425820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7071747882867425820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='选择'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7985831379227456339</id><published>2008-10-19T13:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:07:52.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of KLPF and a 'lil update</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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPran9eDCfI/AAAAAAAABto/BU4KJPTtCZQ/s1600-h/DSC_0311e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPran9eDCfI/AAAAAAAABto/BU4KJPTtCZQ/s320/DSC_0311e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258755894958819826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to KLPF (Kuala Lumpur Photography Festival) yesterday, tagged along with my sis. There were so many photographers -the Professionals mixed up with some amateur photographers (okay, just me being amateur lol). I just brought along my pity small digital compact camera, and hiding it in my shoulder bag all the while. You know, seeing soooo many people carrying their bulky and professional gears, it's not a pleasant sight to take out mine lol. There were some talks by photographers here and there, which I found quite interesting. Also, I've spent quite some time going through the photos which shown in the exhibition, while gaining some inspiration and motivation for me to continue on my long lost interest. It's been so long since my last photoshooting with mates. I bumped into few of them yesterday and had a short conversation with them ;) Also, I bumped into &lt;a href="http://jiokbrian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; accidentally and managed to say Hi this time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I keep pondering on whether to get my hands on a DSLR or a new compact. I am so lost. The new &lt;a href="http://www.photographyblog.com/index.php/weblog/comments/ricoh_r10/"&gt;Ricoh R10&lt;/a&gt; seems nice, but after having some research on the previous model R8, I am not quite sure with it now. But I really like the design. It seems like the Canon Powershot SX100 is better, and doesn't give a "cold" result like the R10. With difference of 2 mega pixels, the SX100 still produces results that I prefer, although the R10 produces a rather sharper image. Headache. I think I shall leave this issue aside, and wait for the time it comes, when my sudden urge to get a DSLR, or I should say, when I have enough $$ to get my hands on it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the ranting, as I'm still "struggling" on choosing - DSLR or a good digital compact. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's some pictures of KLPF...&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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrbWHCgDhI/AAAAAAAABtw/Gqm4Blx60NQ/s1600-h/DSC_0236e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrbWHCgDhI/AAAAAAAABtw/Gqm4Blx60NQ/s320/DSC_0236e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258756687801617938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZrbaH7BI/AAAAAAAABtY/3U2BTsJiTmE/s1600-h/DSC_0214e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZrbaH7BI/AAAAAAAABtY/3U2BTsJiTmE/s320/DSC_0214e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754855023406098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot models posing with some camera bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZrfnv4BI/AAAAAAAABtg/96MNGHYLT1A/s1600-h/DSC_0220e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZrfnv4BI/AAAAAAAABtg/96MNGHYLT1A/s320/DSC_0220e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754856154292242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographers with all kind of shooting style lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXjC-jstI/AAAAAAAABso/BSBZJbCZf-g/s1600-h/DSC08808e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXjC-jstI/AAAAAAAABso/BSBZJbCZf-g/s200/DSC08808e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752512003125970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXizHTHrI/AAAAAAAABsg/xS4rsWcA5fE/s1600-h/DSC08807e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXizHTHrI/AAAAAAAABsg/xS4rsWcA5fE/s200/DSC08807e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752507744820914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping my vanila latte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXioT8GcI/AAAAAAAABsY/UbdBSieyyXU/s1600-h/DSC08805e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXioT8GcI/AAAAAAAABsY/UbdBSieyyXU/s200/DSC08805e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752504845048258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos credit: Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've been doing some spring cleaning lately. First off, my bookshelf, then my laptop table, and now my room table which I put all kinds of shits on. I cleaned and arranged the table few months ago, but being a rather messy person I am, now it has become pretty "unorganized" as previously which look like this ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXjWIKDsI/AAAAAAAABsw/na0YVhVaDYU/s1600-h/DSC_0182e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXjWIKDsI/AAAAAAAABsw/na0YVhVaDYU/s200/DSC_0182e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752517143662274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was once having a hard time (okay, not once, but countless time) finding my ring/hairpin/make-up brush/necklace. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my "exceptional" cleaning skills, throwing unwanted things and etc, it become more organized now. Hmm.. at least it can last for another 2 weeks. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZrNGKNmI/AAAAAAAABtI/5xvZcCfUXL0/s1600-h/DSC_0192e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZrNGKNmI/AAAAAAAABtI/5xvZcCfUXL0/s200/DSC_0192e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754851181573730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a mini haul I recently had from Isetan. Love. Especially the sunblock, I just adore the non-oily texture. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZrDcn_ZI/AAAAAAAABtQ/C2U3n960E14/s1600-h/DSC_0208e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZrDcn_ZI/AAAAAAAABtQ/C2U3n960E14/s200/DSC_0208e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754848591445394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was cleaning up the table, I found the pictures captured during the HK trip in 2005. How I missed it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZq9drGRI/AAAAAAAABtA/js9zkOIWCc0/s1600-h/DSC_0189e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrZq9drGRI/AAAAAAAABtA/js9zkOIWCc0/s200/DSC_0189e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754846985230610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXjgnvM7I/AAAAAAAABs4/F1DvUtRqMm0/s1600-h/DSC_0186e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPrXjgnvM7I/AAAAAAAABs4/F1DvUtRqMm0/s200/DSC_0186e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752519960474546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I've got a cut on my finger when cutting the vege. Being a domestic goddess I am NOT. Pfft. Also, I fell off the stairs 2 days back as it was too slippery, now my elbow is still pretty swollen. Going to see doctor tonight cos it might be a bone problem. Let's hope not. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7985831379227456339?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7985831379227456339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7985831379227456339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7985831379227456339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7985831379227456339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-klpf-and-lil-update.html' title='Of KLPF and a &apos;lil update'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SPran9eDCfI/AAAAAAAABto/BU4KJPTtCZQ/s72-c/DSC_0311e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-4669282451554526029</id><published>2008-10-07T16:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:26:59.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Routine - The Difference Between Sept and Oct</title><content type='html'>Nothing particular about my daily life now. It's boring and task-oriented. Task-oriented as in, doing the housework which normally I don't do. A month ago, I was in the mood of lazing around, perhaps the dining out with friends, or enjoying retail therapy of my own; but definitely not cleaning up the house, doing the laundry and the ironing, not to mention the cooking for both lunch and dinner, and of course there are still tons of things that I need to do - dog-bathing, sending brother to school, dish cleaning and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's look like I am whining now. Yes yes yes. Oh well I just need to write things out to clear up my mind a little bit but my hands seems not functioning as they usually do (god my hands are so rough now resulting from the excessive of dish washing - we cook a lot. so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our maid has gone back her hometown for one month, hence I will be replacing her temporarily. It's my responsibility anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a getaway now but I could only dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SOsyWkul71I/AAAAAAAABsI/97kI4-uUmR8/s1600-h/DSC08795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SOsyWkul71I/AAAAAAAABsI/97kI4-uUmR8/s320/DSC08795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254348753655426898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the UK... (London...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SOsyWxVOxbI/AAAAAAAABsQ/JS379f5qQwk/s1600-h/DSC08804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SOsyWxVOxbI/AAAAAAAABsQ/JS379f5qQwk/s320/DSC08804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254348757038712242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have nowhere to go, gotta finish ironing all these clothes. They are like mountain. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-4669282451554526029?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/4669282451554526029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=4669282451554526029' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4669282451554526029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4669282451554526029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/10/daily-routine-difference-between-sept.html' title='Daily Routine - The Difference Between Sept and Oct'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SOsyWkul71I/AAAAAAAABsI/97kI4-uUmR8/s72-c/DSC08795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-8241072354592522268</id><published>2008-09-29T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:44:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SODM3q-r3aI/AAAAAAAABsA/v07yq8LGZ-Q/s1600-h/Opening+Ceremony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SODM3q-r3aI/AAAAAAAABsA/v07yq8LGZ-Q/s320/Opening+Ceremony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251422422316080546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;span id="lblProductPrice"&gt;I'm in love with this &lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/Opening-Ceremony/Opening-Ceremony-Suede-Elastic-Strapped-Sandals/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=320418&amp;amp;cid=4172&amp;amp;clr=GreyBlack&amp;amp;sh=0"&gt;Opening Ceremony &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblProductTitle" class="product_title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/Opening-Ceremony/Opening-Ceremony-Suede-Elastic-Strapped-Sandals/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=320418&amp;amp;cid=4172&amp;amp;clr=GreyBlack&amp;amp;sh=0"&gt;Suede &amp;amp; Elastic Strapped Sandals&lt;/a&gt;.. It has grey colour (my fav colour!) mixed with black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblProductPrice"&gt;, not a fabulous one but I loveee it. It has chunky heel too, which is very easy to walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen in &lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/"&gt;asos.com&lt;/a&gt;, it gonna cost me a bomb, a nuclear bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freaking £165 which equals to RM1023.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-8241072354592522268?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/8241072354592522268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=8241072354592522268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8241072354592522268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8241072354592522268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SODM3q-r3aI/AAAAAAAABsA/v07yq8LGZ-Q/s72-c/Opening+Ceremony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6682569137607455491</id><published>2008-09-26T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:02:23.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Pocky Day</title><content type='html'>I've got wet just now when collecting this parcel at the courier office in Bangi. It's been raining heavily today. But it has been a good day for me as sister moved back to home and I accidentally bumped into my secondary classmate (whom I had a little crush on back then. lol) during lunch. Of course, the main reason is the bf has sent me some nice Pocky to me (yay) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyucycFljI/AAAAAAAABrY/5ZDpGcFbIxs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyucycFljI/AAAAAAAABrY/5ZDpGcFbIxs/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250263075206305330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyudWoBCwI/AAAAAAAABrg/yGquTN00028/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyudWoBCwI/AAAAAAAABrg/yGquTN00028/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250263084920015618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE eating Pocky. It's the best snack ever! =)) Oh and finally I have a better webcam and brand new headset when skype-ing! (the attached webcam in the laptop has a quite blurish view)  Yes, it's the &lt;a href="http://www.logitech.com/index.cfm/webcam_communications/webcams/devices/3056&amp;amp;cl=my,en?src=logitech_and_skype&amp;amp;lnk=p1_qc-pro-9000"&gt;QuickCam Pro9000&lt;/a&gt; I've been eyeing on ;) Thanks my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyud6KNucI/AAAAAAAABrw/oqwo4739j1o/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyud6KNucI/AAAAAAAABrw/oqwo4739j1o/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250263094458694082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also sent me a lipbalm (made in Jpn) which I claimed different from those Nivea back in M'sia (made in USA). It is less sticky than those Nivea's sold in here, which lead to why I stealed his Nivea's for my own usage and put aside my Nivea's. lol. I know it's weird and they should be all the same but, I can feel the difference when putting them on my lips. Anyways, I wanted the normal daily use version but he bought me this: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyud8fo6kI/AAAAAAAABr4/0340dYlBWhY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyud8fo6kI/AAAAAAAABr4/0340dYlBWhY/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250263095085427266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with SPF18 PA+, how thoughtful he is as I really drive a lot :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to my Pocky and drama time! Till then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyuduH-69I/AAAAAAAABro/NkA5x-bogrk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyuduH-69I/AAAAAAAABro/NkA5x-bogrk/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250263091228109778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6682569137607455491?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6682569137607455491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6682569137607455491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6682569137607455491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6682569137607455491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-pocky-day.html' title='It&apos;s Pocky Day'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SNyucycFljI/AAAAAAAABrY/5ZDpGcFbIxs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-252289718955948517</id><published>2008-09-19T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:26:32.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Love - 蔡健雅</title><content type='html'>词曲作者：曲：FIR阿沁 词：葛大为 编：Adam Lee 监：马毓芬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看住时间　别让它再流浪&lt;br /&gt;从前我　太适应悲伤&lt;br /&gt;你的出现　在无意中　&lt;br /&gt;却深深　撼动我&lt;br /&gt;一起走着　没说什么　心是满足的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个世界　随时都要崩塌&lt;br /&gt;我没有　其他的愿望&lt;br /&gt;假如明天将消失了　趁现在我爱着&lt;br /&gt;只想记得　被你抱着　温热的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's beautiful so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;我失去过　更珍惜拥有&lt;br /&gt;多庆幸我是我　被你疼爱的我&lt;br /&gt;紧紧牵住的手　不要放手　永远守护我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's beautiful so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;我很快乐　你会了解我&lt;br /&gt;我不会再哭泣　是因为我相信&lt;br /&gt;我们勇敢的爱着　每秒钟&lt;br /&gt;都能证明　一生的美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's beautiful so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;爱上了, 我不保留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-252289718955948517?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/252289718955948517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=252289718955948517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/252289718955948517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/252289718955948517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-love.html' title='Beautiful Love - 蔡健雅'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1262992966341108384</id><published>2008-09-15T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:00:51.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been missing you guys!</title><content type='html'>After having 3 months + of working life, finally it comes to an end. Now I am enjoying (sort of) a 2 months' break and kicking my ass to work on my internship report. It was fun to hang out with some friends who I have been missing of. My birthday was not happening at all but I was glad that I still have my dear accompanying me through out the day (Skype is the best). Thanks for your prezzie and the flowers, and come back soon! Miss you! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHvLpjHI/AAAAAAAABq4/wsyOeb0s1cA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHvLpjHI/AAAAAAAABq4/wsyOeb0s1cA/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246467199415716978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHEweZgI/AAAAAAAABqY/lqdZRugYIRw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHEweZgI/AAAAAAAABqY/lqdZRugYIRw/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246467188027450882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my dear friends... Teresa and Billy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHsUDLAI/AAAAAAAABqw/DszOGmkSgQ0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHsUDLAI/AAAAAAAABqw/DszOGmkSgQ0/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246467198645644290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHRx7_QI/AAAAAAAABqo/C55PeyKrQak/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHRx7_QI/AAAAAAAABqo/C55PeyKrQak/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246467191523245314" 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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHCZ-wDI/AAAAAAAABqg/y9GIsC9MZGU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHCZ-wDI/AAAAAAAABqg/y9GIsC9MZGU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246467187396231218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Donrae, a Korean restaurant in Hartamas. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely cousin.. Yee Wen :) at Sushi Groove (no second time, please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yjNAM-0I/AAAAAAAABrA/x9h0QLJW_ro/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yjNAM-0I/AAAAAAAABrA/x9h0QLJW_ro/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246467671277239106" 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/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yjUUBp5I/AAAAAAAABrI/CsezAas_FWQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yjUUBp5I/AAAAAAAABrI/CsezAas_FWQ/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246467673239431058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :) eating curry katsu don but it was pretty ___ [insert :( word of your own]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-piano teacher.. We still hang out from time to time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yjUEPEHI/AAAAAAAABrQ/4Tydb_MhlSs/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yjUEPEHI/AAAAAAAABrQ/4Tydb_MhlSs/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246467673173201010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And.. I would like to thank those who have msg-ed / facebook-ed me for wishing me... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1262992966341108384?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1262992966341108384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1262992966341108384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1262992966341108384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1262992966341108384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-missing-you-guys.html' title='I&apos;ve been missing you guys!'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SM8yHvLpjHI/AAAAAAAABq4/wsyOeb0s1cA/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-5483648485643552162</id><published>2008-09-11T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:33:03.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Baby Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SMjL62glJKI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Vi3VDpF6Nrw/s1600-h/Mollie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SMjL62glJKI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Vi3VDpF6Nrw/s320/Mollie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244665977997960354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bizarre Wednesday. The day began with bringing our new puppy, Mollie to vet. She has been sick since last Thursday, the first day we brought her home. It was the third vet that we've visited; seeing there's no progress after consuming those medicine. The vet advised us to hospitalize her as she has been vomiting and  having bloody diarrhea on and off. Although it was a negative on the "Pavrovirus" test on last Friday during the first vet-visit; the third vet suspected it's probably the Pavrovirus that making her becoming weaker and weaker. God, I was helpless when I heard about this. Mum wanted to return her to the seller; frightening that Mollie might not be able to make it. We don't want to see her goes. But as the whole situation is so complicated if we do not return her, plus her chance of surviving is a 50-50. How I hate 50-50. This percentage kills people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we returned Mollie to the seller, asking him to continue medical treatment on Mollie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't bare for losing her from us. I will miss those curly choco hair of yours and your playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you would be able to make it, Mollie. Just hang on. We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SMjLo_J4WVI/AAAAAAAABqI/_-6-5DBdfws/s1600-h/Mollie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SMjLo_J4WVI/AAAAAAAABqI/_-6-5DBdfws/s320/Mollie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244665671081023826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-5483648485643552162?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/5483648485643552162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=5483648485643552162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5483648485643552162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5483648485643552162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/09/gone-baby-gone.html' title='Gone Baby Gone'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SMjL62glJKI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Vi3VDpF6Nrw/s72-c/Mollie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-4423606241097672776</id><published>2008-09-05T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:10:44.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phewwww</title><content type='html'>Yay.. Finally I have mood to update the blog.. I think probably because I can have some peace of mind for now. My lecturer just visited me for site visit today. It was great except I sucked up during presentation. Haha. Was nervous to think twice of what I was talking about (It could be better.sad. oh well) - as the my lecturer is The Mr. Omar.(I was like omg when I found out he's my academic advisor). But anyways, he is one of the best lecturer I have ever encountered with; attending his class is very interesting. And he seems like knows  EVERYTHING. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, my Head of Department and my supervisor really saved me. They're the best heee ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just text-ed him to thank him for coming over, and guess what, he said something nice it made my day =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy haha. But how la, so many outstanding pics and posts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-4423606241097672776?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/4423606241097672776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=4423606241097672776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4423606241097672776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4423606241097672776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/09/phewwww.html' title='Phewwww'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-9064013299756636389</id><published>2008-08-04T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:25:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just erase those blatant memories from my head.&lt;br /&gt;For my peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the doubts were drowning my heart reaching my greatest limit..&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-9064013299756636389?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/9064013299756636389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=9064013299756636389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/9064013299756636389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/9064013299756636389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-8046318120217260793</id><published>2008-07-13T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:33:41.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling sick since Friday... having on-and-off flu..feeling sucks after dining out at Shogun... Although I felt a bit better after eating the Krispy Kremes ;p Since today is Sunday, I am super free I have updated my blog twice. Went to Midvaley just now and guess what! I bumped into Billy after all these while since we last saw each other! So happy I just wanna express my happiness here ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoRNhgBJxI/AAAAAAAABpA/RYESf9LJN90/s1600-h/DSC07373edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoRNhgBJxI/AAAAAAAABpA/RYESf9LJN90/s200/DSC07373edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222505641918146322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoROM2l2WI/AAAAAAAABpI/FocNVGwe4uQ/s1600-h/DSC07372edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoROM2l2WI/AAAAAAAABpI/FocNVGwe4uQ/s200/DSC07372edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222505653555550562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and me making funny face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than having a cuppa at Starbucks, chatting over some random things... and.. random buys (but happy buys of course! ^^ ) What else you can do on this lazing Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoROZeROmI/AAAAAAAABpY/RFMIvxE0AHk/s1600-h/DSC07374edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoROZeROmI/AAAAAAAABpY/RFMIvxE0AHk/s200/DSC07374edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222505656943196770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoROfz6S4I/AAAAAAAABpQ/D1q0t0KmoRs/s1600-h/DSC07375edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoROfz6S4I/AAAAAAAABpQ/D1q0t0KmoRs/s200/DSC07375edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222505658644581250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my bf has tendency of making funny face lol ;p so cuteee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-8046318120217260793?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/8046318120217260793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=8046318120217260793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8046318120217260793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8046318120217260793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/07/dizzy.html' title='Dizzy'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHoRNhgBJxI/AAAAAAAABpA/RYESf9LJN90/s72-c/DSC07373edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7111812780902281744</id><published>2008-07-13T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:53:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovey dovey</title><content type='html'>Finally..after endless of waiting....you're back! Weee... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHlt4QBB_qI/AAAAAAAABow/1gfC8FQNCro/s1600-h/DSC07364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHlt4QBB_qI/AAAAAAAABow/1gfC8FQNCro/s320/DSC07364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222326056052194978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am enjoying the munchy yummy Krispy Kremes.. The donuts tastes heavenly and they must be really good if I tried them in the first place.. But anyway thank you babe for bringing back them... They are nicer than J Co Donuts ahhh I want them more ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me introduce this cute lil' rabbit to you all! Well..I am still thinking about which name I should give her...;p Any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHlt4gDy8II/AAAAAAAABo4/EuapipR4jTg/s1600-h/DSC07371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHlt4gDy8II/AAAAAAAABo4/EuapipR4jTg/s320/DSC07371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222326060358758530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, peeps! Hope I will be back with the glorious fooood without having my tummy bloated... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7111812780902281744?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7111812780902281744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7111812780902281744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7111812780902281744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7111812780902281744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/07/lovey-dovey.html' title='Lovey dovey'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHlt4QBB_qI/AAAAAAAABow/1gfC8FQNCro/s72-c/DSC07364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3998559885618497602</id><published>2008-07-10T21:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:03:43.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of roller coaster and those wonderful moments</title><content type='html'>I know - the spider web is EVERYWHERE in this place. Sigh. Finally I have some energy to 'clean' it up now whilst listening to Jack Johnson which I feel so relaxed and feel like typing..(I can feel the cracking sounds of my fingers..wth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYgKAUzMYI/AAAAAAAABoQ/H6H0N0uIdus/s1600-h/DSC08581e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYgKAUzMYI/AAAAAAAABoQ/H6H0N0uIdus/s320/DSC08581e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221396174240690562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with the Genting trip with my friends (supposedly coworkers), whom I got to know from working and tell you what..I love them all. It was a wonderful outing others than our 'tradition' (karaoke session) as we also enjoyed shouting (as well as singing, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYcg1IBexI/AAAAAAAABng/4-Z0OFwzXxM/s1600-h/DSC08478e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYcg1IBexI/AAAAAAAABng/4-Z0OFwzXxM/s320/DSC08478e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221392168324791058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I was really having conversation over cellphone haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go nuts about the rides. I was the only girl who always opt for the first seat but oh well sometimes I didn't manage to get it =( One of the girl whom I love the most - Anna, said I have become crazzzzie. Well, I like the feeling of throwing yourself up and down, putting your hands up and shout hellava while the rides go upside down which you don't know which way you are heading to. That's the coolest feeling in the world..something like 'omg I am so gonna died this time' that kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we stayed in a creepiest place in the world - Ria Apartment (any ghost story to tell?) as all of the hotels had been fully booked. The house that we rented got a weird smell which I felt 100% not comfortable with. If I were to choose again, I would rather be sleeping on the bench in First World Plaza. lol. So that was the reason why we kept drinking coffee and walking aimlessly around the mall and finally walked ourself into a sports bar to have a sip of Margarita and Tequila Sunrise. I don't like Manhattan; even though I tried it out of curious because Carrie &amp;amp; the Girls kept drinking it when Miranda shifting out from Manhattan to Brooklyn. (Sorry..I just can't wait to watch Sex And The City..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. I shall show some photos before my fingers get cramped of typing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYZ6tx8-TI/AAAAAAAABnA/hyAatZtgJOk/s1600-h/DSC08500e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYZ6tx8-TI/AAAAAAAABnA/hyAatZtgJOk/s320/DSC08500e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221389314494888242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Anna got 'drunken' after having the yummy Belgian Choc...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYgJ24-HGI/AAAAAAAABoI/GN7Xe3eASeY/s1600-h/DSC08502e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYgJ24-HGI/AAAAAAAABoI/GN7Xe3eASeY/s320/DSC08502e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221396171708046434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cuppa.. latte without cinnamon (ran out of stock!! Grr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYZ62c45nI/AAAAAAAABnI/9AnD4zwX484/s1600-h/DSC08513e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYZ62c45nI/AAAAAAAABnI/9AnD4zwX484/s320/DSC08513e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221389316822460018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarita=) nice taste of sour n salty with the tequila.. I wanted Martini but alas what kinda place was that..no Martini =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYZ7bgGPKI/AAAAAAAABnY/pVGxQnupoHM/s1600-h/DSC08525e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYZ7bgGPKI/AAAAAAAABnY/pVGxQnupoHM/s320/DSC08525e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221389326768028834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYchORNBzI/AAAAAAAABno/UP5cUpvnUJs/s1600-h/DSC08529e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYchORNBzI/AAAAAAAABno/UP5cUpvnUJs/s320/DSC08529e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221392175074182962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kean, me, Chia Yen, Chun Wen &amp;amp; Calvin == We looked like usher..somehow..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYchl4sayI/AAAAAAAABn4/qtIzxW0JfoM/s1600-h/DSC08579e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYchl4sayI/AAAAAAAABn4/qtIzxW0JfoM/s320/DSC08579e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221392181413833506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caged gondola with 3 cute little chipmunks (lol it rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYZ7DYEdLI/AAAAAAAABnQ/UHbam0wUKwY/s1600-h/DSC08522e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYZ7DYEdLI/AAAAAAAABnQ/UHbam0wUKwY/s320/DSC08522e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221389320291906738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called the Hitler Wannabe! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYchRsLD4I/AAAAAAAABnw/5T34kp3fkr4/s1600-h/DSC08559e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYchRsLD4I/AAAAAAAABnw/5T34kp3fkr4/s320/DSC08559e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221392175992606594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYgKbUQNUI/AAAAAAAABog/rGp2mMtRG1k/s1600-h/DSC08590e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYgKbUQNUI/AAAAAAAABog/rGp2mMtRG1k/s320/DSC08590e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221396181486155074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr I want to go to London....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story telling time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYkU8Ii5SI/AAAAAAAABoo/sruo2X2qUk0/s1600-h/DSC08562e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYkU8Ii5SI/AAAAAAAABoo/sruo2X2qUk0/s320/DSC08562e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221400760140621090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been waiting for him to finish his conversation with Linda whom he wanted to break up with. But he seems like not going to say the word and so I laughed and left, thinking how stupid was I to believe that he's going to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYchkrmWTI/AAAAAAAABoA/x6q1J96oPoA/s1600-h/DSC08563e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYchkrmWTI/AAAAAAAABoA/x6q1J96oPoA/s320/DSC08563e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221392181090474290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked and walked. Suddenly the rain started to pour down. I ran to a telephone booth nearby me to get some shade before I got wet. And that was the time I bumped into this guy with his yellow jacket on. We both hide in the shade.. *and the story goes on..* Ahem.. I do have a good story telling skill, no? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all about the trip. And till then, I will be back soon, and with a different kind of happy feelings which I am so looking forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3998559885618497602?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3998559885618497602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3998559885618497602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3998559885618497602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3998559885618497602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-roller-coaster-and-those-wonderful.html' title='Of roller coaster and those wonderful moments'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHYgKAUzMYI/AAAAAAAABoQ/H6H0N0uIdus/s72-c/DSC08581e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3667074887623900453</id><published>2008-07-06T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:52:53.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>An imperfect closure</title><content type='html'>So many things happened lately... and finally leads to the closure. The closure of one chapter of my life which means the beginning of a new starting point. We had so much fun chatting, working, playing and singing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you, Ann. And all others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHDpk4uSSJI/AAAAAAAABmw/2ZeJR2xhuck/s1600-h/DSC_0106e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SHDpk4uSSJI/AAAAAAAABmw/2ZeJR2xhuck/s320/DSC_0106e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219928788033489042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3667074887623900453?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3667074887623900453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3667074887623900453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6506680322457797047</id><published>2008-06-13T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:20:09.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the first time I've ever felt this lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish someone cure this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's funny when you think it's gonna work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till you chose weed over me you’re so lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought you were cool until the point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up until the point you didn't call me when you said you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally figured out you're all the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always coming up with some kind of story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time I try to make you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're always feeling sorry for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time I try to make you laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't your too tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You think you're loveless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is that too much that I’m askin for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought you'd come around when I ignored you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorta thought you'd have the decency to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But babe I guess you didn't take that warning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’Cause I'm not about to look at your face again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't you see that you lie to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't see the world through a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It won't be too late when the smoke clears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’Cause I, I am still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But every time I try to make you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're always feeling sorry for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time I try to make you laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You stand like a stone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alone in your zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is that too much that I’m askin for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah-eya yeah-eya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't find where I am, lying here alone in fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afraid of the dark, no one to claim alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH-EYA EYA EYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't you see that you lie to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't see the world through a mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It won't be too late when the smoke clears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’Cause I, I am still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time I try to make you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're always feeling sorry for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time I try to make you laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can't your too tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You think you're loveless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was too much that I asked him for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will feel like heaven every time I eat the Beard Papa's cream puff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, seems not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will be loved at least as much as I assumed of.&lt;br /&gt;Again, seems not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6506680322457797047?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6506680322457797047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6506680322457797047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6506680322457797047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6506680322457797047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-much-to-ask.html' title='Too much to ask'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3190656271442322546</id><published>2008-06-10T21:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:59:50.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi I'm the new HR trainee</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to write something here since I started working but the &lt;strike&gt;hectic&lt;/strike&gt; light work load has always been keeping me away from blogging. I always have very little urge to type; it's always been the movie watching or checking out daily must-visit sites everyday. Well, may be because I have become older with much lesser energy on, I go to bed very early. Not that my daily tasks are tiring; my daily tasks are pretty easy - photocopying, filing, writing documents like meeting minutes. Nothing particular but thank god I have just been given a small assignment on insurance claim (at least I have something to work on others than my daily tasks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the crazy price-hiking of petrol, I have started car-pooling with my two colleagues. It has been fun as two of them keep arguing over small things or occupying time with jokes and laughters. The manager and senior executive are very friendly, especially during lunch time or non-office hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how friendly the people are, how nice the working environment is, all in all I still think that  studying is much more fun than working. I missed school times, old-town yamcha sessions, the lepak-ing at the bridge, every trip we had, so many good 'ol memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my first non-working Saturday with my colleagues (they are trainees too and mostly younger than me. Geez I feel so old now). We had a fun singing session and watching Indiana Jones. After the outing, I went to Jalan Alor for dinner with my family, before attending a ceremony in a hotel nearby. The dinner was okay (it could have been better if we went to wong ah wah restaurant, as their roasted chicken wings are the best). Holding hands, my sister and I enjoyed the scene of small cozy restaurants as well as beautiful guest house nearby when walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SE6REvchzmI/AAAAAAAABmY/ryx1Lsf5BzY/s1600-h/sis_me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SE6REvchzmI/AAAAAAAABmY/ryx1Lsf5BzY/s320/sis_me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210261329555869282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SE6REyElfeI/AAAAAAAABmo/znCpWIb0jzo/s1600-h/onepiece.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SE6REyElfeI/AAAAAAAABmo/znCpWIb0jzo/s320/onepiece.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210261330260753890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore this comfy one-piece which looks like pj lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SE6RE24bM9I/AAAAAAAABmg/ngb3y2fM3yI/s1600-h/sis_me1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SE6RE24bM9I/AAAAAAAABmg/ngb3y2fM3yI/s320/sis_me1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210261331551925202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis and I =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to weekend! I'm counting down the days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3190656271442322546?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3190656271442322546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3190656271442322546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3190656271442322546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3190656271442322546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-im-new-hr-trainee.html' title='Hi I&apos;m the new HR trainee'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SE6REvchzmI/AAAAAAAABmY/ryx1Lsf5BzY/s72-c/sis_me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7870008794426217789</id><published>2008-06-01T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:39:48.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get it started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of internship. Let's hope things will go well; at least don't be that bad. Wish me luck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mandy... The poem is really sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"do not envy&lt;br /&gt;the couples happiness&lt;br /&gt;they will share sorrows too&lt;br /&gt;you though alone&lt;br /&gt;are still loved from afar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       love from mandy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7870008794426217789?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7870008794426217789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7870008794426217789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7870008794426217789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7870008794426217789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-get-it-started.html' title='Let&apos;s get it started'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-9120973461832982170</id><published>2008-05-31T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:36:18.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No salvation</title><content type='html'>It's awful for being alone when you see supposedly lovely couples hanging around you. I said supposedly because in the end of the day, those lovey dovey couples will be all happy but not you. Being in a relationship is wonderful when you meet a right person; but it's not that wonderful and sweet anymore when both of you couldn't spend a single time together &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;side by side&lt;/span&gt;. Chatting via Skype may help, but not as much as you seeing him/ her in person. Sometimes I just don't know what to do until I can't held up anymore. At least I have my pillow; it is a great place to cry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-9120973461832982170?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/9120973461832982170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=9120973461832982170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/9120973461832982170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/9120973461832982170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-salvation.html' title='No salvation'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3991513224402778999</id><published>2008-05-29T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:38:01.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffs and tarts</title><content type='html'>The picture has nothing to do with the title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD66mcZvHgI/AAAAAAAABmI/fH824BBaW3Q/s1600-h/DSC08173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD66mcZvHgI/AAAAAAAABmI/fH824BBaW3Q/s320/DSC08173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've got after walking in cheapie heels for 6 hours (of running errands and visiting book fest)... It was so torturing I couldn't walk anymore. Yes, I hate the shoes for hurting me but I didn't throw it away because I still like it. So I have been staying home and cleaning up my wardrobe. At last it's all neat now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my legs still be functioning after 3 months of working? Hmm.. let's see... Oh ya, I need to wake up 10 minutes earlier every morning to wear my &lt;a href="http://www.lensshopper.com/color-contacts.asp"&gt;color contacts&lt;/a&gt; on. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's possible for me to drive all the way to PJ to buy a Beard Papa's vanila cream puff tomorrow.. still craving over it... Now, J-Co Donuts just added to my list. Well, I should stop eating these fattening pastry/donuts already because I just had two yummy handmade fruit tart this evening :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD69TcZvHhI/AAAAAAAABmQ/MEsMnV_XDQU/s1600-h/DSC08183e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD69TcZvHhI/AAAAAAAABmQ/MEsMnV_XDQU/s320/DSC08183e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205806361026174482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3991513224402778999?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3991513224402778999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3991513224402778999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3991513224402778999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3991513224402778999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/05/puffs-and-tarts.html' title='Puffs and tarts'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD66mcZvHgI/AAAAAAAABmI/fH824BBaW3Q/s72-c/DSC08173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6699894611462903933</id><published>2008-05-28T23:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:22:15.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Thread</title><content type='html'>The clock is almost hitting 12. It marks the forth day of my holiday which means Friday is my last day enjoying it. Starting next week, I will be doing my internship (well, boring 8-5 working hours) while mostly everyone still enjoying their "sweet escape". Monday was my best stay-at-home day ever; I'd been watching Sex and the City season 6 (alas sorry for the slowness) since after taking my lunch. It was really fun watching how some typical Manhattan girls messing up with random guys. lol. I hate running errands especially in this hitting-40-degrees kinda weather. Yesterday after finished running errands, I drove to KLCC to meet up with SC and thought of sipping some iced cold latte. I didn't drink latte but ended up eating some nice sliced beef rice. We went to the book fest which held in KL Convention Centre as SC wanted to attend a talk by a famous writer from Taiwan - Jiu Ba Dao (also named as Giddens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H8cZvHeI/AAAAAAAABl4/9zjdM8LWDLc/s1600-h/DSC08169e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H8cZvHeI/AAAAAAAABl4/9zjdM8LWDLc/s320/DSC08169e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205466216796200418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk was funny and interesting; Giddens was so humor everyone could not stop laughing at his jokes. I could have left after listening to his talk but I didn't. Instead, I queued up for getting his signature signed on the book which I asked SC to grab for me (got to buy The Red Thread because all others I wanted to buy were out of stock) while I was busy queuing up. (crazy me rite? so strange getting attached to his work without having really known him in the first place.) Anyways, we finally got his signature after queuing for 1 hours. (crazy crowd!) He's cute..with the humor and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H8MZvHdI/AAAAAAAABlw/dVe5Akj46vI/s1600-h/DSC08168e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H8MZvHdI/AAAAAAAABlw/dVe5Akj46vI/s320/DSC08168e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205466212501233106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H7MZvHcI/AAAAAAAABlo/8_ikJKVOWRE/s1600-h/DSC08167e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H7MZvHcI/AAAAAAAABlo/8_ikJKVOWRE/s320/DSC08167e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205466195321363906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today no more errands to run but had an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H8sZvHfI/AAAAAAAABmA/AGoLIjA-mAk/s1600-h/DSC08177e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H8sZvHfI/AAAAAAAABmA/AGoLIjA-mAk/s320/DSC08177e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205466221091167730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what I wore today; a fluffy lacey top paired with a fierce-printing top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having non-stop craving over Beard Papa's Cream Puff, of course I couldn't resist the temptation when I passing by the shop (ehem.. should be purposely passing by...) On a random note, I think I can write a "How to successfully consume a cream puff while driving safely" guide. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening: Switchfoot - You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6699894611462903933?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6699894611462903933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6699894611462903933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6699894611462903933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6699894611462903933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-flies.html' title='The Red Thread'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SD2H8cZvHeI/AAAAAAAABl4/9zjdM8LWDLc/s72-c/DSC08169e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2903666290621288895</id><published>2008-05-25T01:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:16:52.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holiday, everyone!</title><content type='html'>Yay. Here I am posting something again. I have finally done with my exam! I should be happy now right? Well oh well, after all the memorizing (don't ask me why because shit, I took 7 subjects this sem) and the complaining (which I shouldn't be)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorizing is the best part of all, when your head is packed with tissues and membranes which have reached its saturation limit... (ah, pardon the lame scientific description.. four years of science-studying seems not helping me at all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thanks for the comments; they made my day! (actually got a bit shock when reading through them...and only found out there's actually people reading my blog.. and responding to it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have so many things I wanted to write about; but somehow the situation doesn't allow me to. (and I'm sure you won't bother too..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling much urge to get myself busy with something, I watched A Walk to Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SDhW8cZvHbI/AAAAAAAABlg/WGc0-_nrIqE/s1600-h/walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SDhW8cZvHbI/AAAAAAAABlg/WGc0-_nrIqE/s200/walk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204004965842886066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an old film; but I love the storyline because the love between them was so simple and true yet so beautiful. It proved something: There's more to attraction than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It . was . truly . amazing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*throwing a stash of used tissues into dustbin..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SDhW8MZvHaI/AAAAAAAABlY/ZehKJHnTgrc/s1600-h/walk1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SDhW8MZvHaI/AAAAAAAABlY/ZehKJHnTgrc/s200/walk1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204004961547918754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aww... Shane West!! He has the most gorgeous eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MeltsMeltsMelts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2903666290621288895?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2903666290621288895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2903666290621288895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2903666290621288895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2903666290621288895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-random-things.html' title='Happy holiday, everyone!'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SDhW8cZvHbI/AAAAAAAABlg/WGc0-_nrIqE/s72-c/walk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6580423255688014775</id><published>2008-05-10T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:12:22.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mark has been made</title><content type='html'>Words could be pleasant, but also could bring a huge destruction whenever it sounds harsh in ones ear. When the mark has been made, people can not simply rewind everything and the scar will be there no matter what kind of excuse/apology you give. What if the weakness of you pointed out by others, can not be fixed forever - no matter how hard you've tried? And the worst part of all, when all these words hit SO hard on you and you thought your remaining tiny piece of your pride has just been smashed into NOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just a random thought of mine during this odd times. (the non-stop studying schedule has been driving me a little crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to make my blog sounds so pessimistic, although it has becoming like one. First final paper is on tomorrow, which means no posting for these 2 weeks; if I were to write something on, I hope it's a cheerful-and-happy post. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to bear with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6580423255688014775?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6580423255688014775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6580423255688014775' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6580423255688014775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6580423255688014775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/05/mark-has-been-made.html' title='The mark has been made'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6703976500954615362</id><published>2008-05-03T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:18:54.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>What am I to you? *in the midst of confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBv1EOZtOsI/AAAAAAAABlQ/uboLLm_BkK8/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBv1EOZtOsI/AAAAAAAABlQ/uboLLm_BkK8/s200/e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196016048036199106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, song is the best way of telling random things running in one's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Norah Jones**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me darling true&lt;br /&gt;To me you are the sea&lt;br /&gt;Vast as you can be&lt;br /&gt;And deep the shade of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling low&lt;br /&gt;To whom else do you go&lt;br /&gt;See I cry if you hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you my last shirt&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my sky should fall&lt;br /&gt;Would you even call&lt;br /&gt;Opened up my heart&lt;br /&gt;I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the butterflies&lt;br /&gt;I love you when you're blue&lt;br /&gt;Tell me darlin true&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah well if my sky should fall&lt;br /&gt;Would you even call&lt;br /&gt;Opened up my heart&lt;br /&gt;Never want to part&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Could you find a love in me&lt;br /&gt;Could you carve me in a tree&lt;br /&gt;Don't fill my heart with lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will you love when you're blue&lt;br /&gt;Tell me darlin true&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6703976500954615362?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6703976500954615362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6703976500954615362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6703976500954615362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6703976500954615362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-am-i-to-you-in-midst-of-confusion.html' title='What am I to you? *in the midst of confusion'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBv1EOZtOsI/AAAAAAAABlQ/uboLLm_BkK8/s72-c/e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-8597439008557999014</id><published>2008-04-30T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:55:49.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Cuteness!</title><content type='html'>Guess what I saw today when I walked into a photocopy shop to get my notes photocopied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBiha-ZtOpI/AAAAAAAABk4/QdLcZ5NGwjM/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBiha-ZtOpI/AAAAAAAABk4/QdLcZ5NGwjM/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195079654971357842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small little baby pug! It is soooo cute ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop lady scared it might run off while she's doing her work, so she placed it on the chair. The pug as small as it seems, was too scared to jump off the chair. I had quite a lot of fun playing with the pug. She (it's a gal) kept yawning from time to time (with sound!! it's super cute k!), I guess it's because she was sick of her restricted moving area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBihbOZtOqI/AAAAAAAABlA/Rjwg5PKN7pE/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBihbOZtOqI/AAAAAAAABlA/Rjwg5PKN7pE/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195079659266325154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.. she is so super tiny even my palm is bigger than her head lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBihauZtOoI/AAAAAAAABkw/XPDktCynYR8/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBihauZtOoI/AAAAAAAABkw/XPDktCynYR8/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195079650676390530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawning~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I gave my cellphone number to the shop lady, literally "begging" her to call me up if the people who's going to take her decided not to take her anymore. Now guys, please pleaseeee pray for me ok.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBihaeZtOnI/AAAAAAAABko/ASyqm6MAThs/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBihaeZtOnI/AAAAAAAABko/ASyqm6MAThs/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195079646381423218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more shot of her ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, does anyone has any idea which webcam model is more reliable? I'm eyeing on a Logitech QuickCam Pro for Notebooks, as it's 2MP and has other pretty cool specification. Ar, I'm a noob in gadget; can anyone gives me some advices? ;'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, did I not tell you I have a thing for floral lately. Some people might think it's tacky to wear; it would turn you into a granny probably anytime. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ngek ngek&lt;/span&gt;, I would love be a granny anyway.. only if I bought one of those! lol. Okay, crap aside. I've tried this Topshop floral blouse just now and I fell in love with it immediately. But as my initial target was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; shopping, so I gave it back to the SA very reluctantly. It's not that pricey but after a 10% discount and 25 bucks voucher, I still need some time to think about. But hey! It's last piece. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think? Should I buy it or should I pass? Please drop me some comments if you have any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBihbuZtOrI/AAAAAAAABlI/CO_m5fY8yE0/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBihbuZtOrI/AAAAAAAABlI/CO_m5fY8yE0/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195079667856259762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem, ignore the unmatchy brassiere please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some red tiny floral and other mixes of colour, I'm thinking a Yes... Hmm, decision decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-8597439008557999014?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/8597439008557999014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=8597439008557999014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8597439008557999014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8597439008557999014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/04/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness!'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBiha-ZtOpI/AAAAAAAABk4/QdLcZ5NGwjM/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1516402376356027932</id><published>2008-04-30T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:40:55.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Ta-da!</title><content type='html'>I've bought something COOL for you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBf3neZtOmI/AAAAAAAABkg/-xC_SYgL-ow/s1600-h/pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBf3neZtOmI/AAAAAAAABkg/-xC_SYgL-ow/s160/pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194892952743000674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's a peep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBf3nOZtOlI/AAAAAAAABkY/zxj-rLdpo8o/s1600-h/ice1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBf3nOZtOlI/AAAAAAAABkY/zxj-rLdpo8o/s160/ice1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194892948448033362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see? Let's open the paper bag.. and see what's inside k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBf3muZtOkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/-e8IDbiW7qY/s1600-h/ice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBf3muZtOkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/-e8IDbiW7qY/s320/ice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194892939858098754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! It's ice cubes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I've told you rite? It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COOL (cold)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1516402376356027932?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1516402376356027932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1516402376356027932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1516402376356027932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1516402376356027932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/04/ta-da.html' title='Ta-da!'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBf3neZtOmI/AAAAAAAABkg/-xC_SYgL-ow/s72-c/pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2834626336482855554</id><published>2008-04-28T15:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:00:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>With a tagline of "There is a way to be good again".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBa2OeZtOjI/AAAAAAAABkI/N6XBrpExPig/s1600-h/kite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBa2OeZtOjI/AAAAAAAABkI/N6XBrpExPig/s320/kite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194539580013754930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kite Runner has just become my choice of best movie for this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning to read this book since last year after reading numerous readers' comments in Amazon. Anyway, I haven't got the chance to read it before watching this movie in theather so I knew nothing much about the story beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were not much people in the theather as the seats were only half-occupied. I didn't bother it much as I know this movie will not dissapoint me. The movie was fantastic and very moving although some part of the film was not a very pleasant story to know about(the ugliness of post-Russia invaded Afghanistan and the terror of the Taliban were being described substantially in the film).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed a meaningful and heartfelt story. Not to mention quite a number of gentlemen rubbing against their noses using tissues after we came out of the theather. Of course, same to the ladies, including me. I got a very bad headache after the movie because of the trying-hard-not-to-cry-out-loudly attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the plot of the film at&lt;a href="http://www.kiterunnermovie.com/"&gt; its official site &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0419887/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;. Besides, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kite_Runner_%28film%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; has also pointed out a lot of additional information of it, including its controversy. I'm definitely going to read the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kite_Runner"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2834626336482855554?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2834626336482855554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2834626336482855554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2834626336482855554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2834626336482855554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/04/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SBa2OeZtOjI/AAAAAAAABkI/N6XBrpExPig/s72-c/kite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1364557924496042278</id><published>2008-04-23T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:47:48.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>180 degrees going down</title><content type='html'>I thought today must be a wonderful day. but I guess I was totally WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood is going 180 degrees down. from the highest point to the down bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sucks is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. I just could not stand it anymore. and I think I'm no one but one stupid idiot who so naively believes in everything she sees/ hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hell... and I have the bullshit financial management tutorial on tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry for the profanity but I just can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1364557924496042278?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1364557924496042278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1364557924496042278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1364557924496042278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1364557924496042278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/04/180-degrees-going-down.html' title='180 degrees going down'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3200210973573217074</id><published>2008-04-16T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:55:28.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh</title><content type='html'>I have been having this weird desire of purchasing shoes these few days. My initial target was a Vincci heels that I've been wanting to buy recently (cos I ended up walking out of the shop everytime -_- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (should be yesterday) , out of a sudden I drove to Sunway Pyramid2 to try my luck and alas, obviously I have bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Padini Concept Store was closed due to their annual dinner. (no concept store = no Vincci)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my desperateness of getting a to-die-for heels, I walked into Aldo and picked up the cutest retro pumps I've been lusting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it on again, and loved it even MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I put it back and walked out of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3200210973573217074?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3200210973573217074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3200210973573217074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3200210973573217074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3200210973573217074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/04/duh.html' title='Duh'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1448160749420457160</id><published>2008-04-13T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:09:02.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of heart aching and tears dropping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SAIFqaGegaI/AAAAAAAABkA/FzpO7Cs9fx0/s1600-h/my_dream__by_rooze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SAIFqaGegaI/AAAAAAAABkA/FzpO7Cs9fx0/s320/my_dream__by_rooze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188715946803364258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 60-70 percent water in human bodies which totally make sense why I've been crying quite a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days which I couldn't hold it up anymore and finally tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stop behaving like a child who's been crying that she never gets her favourite lollipop back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my lollipop. I want it back because I can't sleep without it by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1448160749420457160?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1448160749420457160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1448160749420457160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1448160749420457160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1448160749420457160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-heart-aching-and-tears-dropping.html' title='Of heart aching and tears dropping'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/SAIFqaGegaI/AAAAAAAABkA/FzpO7Cs9fx0/s72-c/my_dream__by_rooze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-804006604965660890</id><published>2008-04-11T18:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:13:50.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes shoes shoes</title><content type='html'>I'll get crazy every time after walking into any retail outlets with shoes being displayed in the shop. No, I will NOT get excited when browsing through Vincci's shoes or Nose's (I prefer Nose, tho). I didn't mean their shoes are sucks; I do buy them but they are lack of the "wow" effect that I like. But when it comes to Aldo, Topshop, Nine West and etc I will turn into "I like that, I want this!" kind of me. I like those chunky heels as well as stilettos. But stilettos have really thin heels; I would rather die than walking in those barely-noticed pointy heels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cheapie Pull&amp;amp;Bear pumps which I bought during clearance sales is dead - one of the pointy soles had dropped after me running on the rocky road. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame the interview.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was surfing through the internet, reading my daily must-visit fashion blogs, I saw &lt;a href="http://www.fashiontoast.com/"&gt;Rumi&lt;/a&gt; wearing the heels which I think is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_9PPF98-CI/AAAAAAAABj4/UgFDTZGMxUM/s1600-h/rumi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_9PPF98-CI/AAAAAAAABj4/UgFDTZGMxUM/s320/rumi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187952416472758306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.fashiontoast.com/"&gt;Fashion Toast&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_9O9l98-BI/AAAAAAAABjw/hZ2W23qEPGs/s1600-h/koudougou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_9O9l98-BI/AAAAAAAABjw/hZ2W23qEPGs/s320/koudougou.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187952115825047570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Koudougou, the latest collection of Aldo. I love how slanted the heel is and of course, the creative platform design sums up the killer sling-back. $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_9MoV98-AI/AAAAAAAABjo/xG5H3KBOMKI/s1600-h/tessaoua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_9MoV98-AI/AAAAAAAABjo/xG5H3KBOMKI/s320/tessaoua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187949551729571842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessaoua, Aldo. $80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This retro shoes has got my attention right after I walked into Aldo few days back. The adjustable t-strap is extremely sexy I tell you. The shoes look better in real and it has a glossy leather style. I went crazy after trying it on. Incredibly cute pumps but I held myself back from buying it. Well, having been in a recent tight-budget situation, I should behave myself and keep my purse in place, and shall refrain from tempting by this Pandora of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, these kind of shoes will remains on the 'To try on shamelessly and Not Buy' list... (ahem..I think I'm the only one who does that..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-804006604965660890?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/804006604965660890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=804006604965660890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/804006604965660890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/804006604965660890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/04/shoes-shoes-shoes.html' title='Shoes shoes shoes'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_9PPF98-CI/AAAAAAAABj4/UgFDTZGMxUM/s72-c/rumi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-523387280896971443</id><published>2008-04-09T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:54:41.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Lit Shiuan. Here goes the tag.. (so many questions sia!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. But mostly the one you ended up with is not the one you fell for at the first sight. lol. me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; : Billy. Well, he is my best buddy ever and he always come out with some crazy ideas so I wouldn't be too bored then ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; : Peter! (Although I've never met him before but I think he's a nice person with a lot of stories to tell! At least I can listen to his traveling experience while waiting for the rescue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd&lt;/strong&gt; :  Chee Wei. He can teach me more on photography (he's good, man) and I can curi his camera for photo-taking! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream place is Prague but currently Japan is where I want to go the most. ;'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can have a "wishing door" that it will bring me to whenever I want to go. duh. like impossible rite -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I just saw two rainbows few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones - my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go travelling, get a new Nikon dslr (dying to have one), get a car (mazda 6, Audi A4), buy many many designer shoes, and get some nice prezzie for him ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will. If you like someone, just express it out. At least you won't feel regret at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit Shiuan.. Hmm. he's funny, has a fit body, and loves talking about car (especially racing car!;p)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves me for what I am. Respect me and always cares for me, be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Which type of cars I love the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars with sleek design. I have a thing for Mazda and Audi, which I don't know why. Well, if there is a Mini Cooper for me to choose, I wouldn't mind of course. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Which do you prefer from your other half? hug? or kiss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both lol.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point out to me but don't be too mean la :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Without it you can't show your love to your family, your loved ones, and friends around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What kind of electronic device/gadget you own that you like most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop although it's slow in response. I would be dead without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temper? I get moody very easily and throw my temper on some important people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What makes you feel disappointed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises which are failed to be kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If given a chance, do you want to see your future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably. I can try to overcome the shortcomings, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.What you want to do after finished writing this post?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-523387280896971443?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/523387280896971443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=523387280896971443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/523387280896971443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/523387280896971443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-4690579909378204981</id><published>2008-04-08T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:16:55.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taipei'/><title type='text'>Taiwan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DlkMSVeQI/AAAAAAAABdA/dUefaMj_gGI/s1600-h/t10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DlkMSVeQI/AAAAAAAABdA/dUefaMj_gGI/s320/t10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183895581039622402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I managed to resize some of the pictures I captured in Taiwan three weeks ago. There's a lot of them but oh well.. no jumping picture ;( It's inappropriate to jump at the place like Taipei 101, imagine how embarrass I can be. lol. Overall, the trip was great; the weather was just nice, and so were the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-8sSVegI/AAAAAAAABfA/KASMTRQzKNk/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-8sSVegI/AAAAAAAABfA/KASMTRQzKNk/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186808608248396290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at KLIA before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night was spent by walking (yes, in the pouring rain) at Shilin night market. It is the largest night market in Taiwan. We tried some must-try food there, but I like their fried mee hoon the most. haha. (u must be thinking like.. wth here also have fried mee hoon rite. But it was nice, compared with other stuff that we ate.) Well, actually others were not that bad; their oyester omelet was pretty nice, and their &lt;i&gt;Aiyu&lt;/i&gt; Jelly (愛玉冰) and Pearl milk tea are definitely a must-try too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-88SVeiI/AAAAAAAABfQ/V715h38cFLE/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-88SVeiI/AAAAAAAABfQ/V715h38cFLE/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186808612543363618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supersized chicken chop on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-88SVejI/AAAAAAAABfY/AGxJ8M4aDW8/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-88SVejI/AAAAAAAABfY/AGxJ8M4aDW8/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186808612543363634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small sausage in the big sausage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-88SVehI/AAAAAAAABfI/tKTkpVVTmX8/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-88SVehI/AAAAAAAABfI/tKTkpVVTmX8/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186808612543363602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we stopped by Yang Ming Shan (陽明山) before we went off to Jiu Fen. Yang Ming Shan is a collection of peaks of mountain, situated at northeast of Taipei. Cherry (sakura) can be seen along the road as we going up the hills and it was beautiful. Too bad the place we stopped by had less sakura and it's less pinkish than those we seen. The place was grown with beautiful white flowers which I wasn't quite sure with its name. (I know its Chinese name, but not English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfN8SVd9I/AAAAAAAABa4/crrIN4VAqkE/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfN8SVd9I/AAAAAAAABa4/crrIN4VAqkE/s320/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183888601717766098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pale tiny cherry blossoming. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiHMSVeFI/AAAAAAAABbs/OTkbctt0DYM/s1600-h/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiHMSVeFI/AAAAAAAABbs/OTkbctt0DYM/s320/t1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183891784288532562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farm which fully planted with the white flowers (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiyu&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DjIcSVeII/AAAAAAAABcA/luNf-kdEoa8/s1600-h/t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DjIcSVeII/AAAAAAAABcA/luNf-kdEoa8/s320/t2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183892905274996866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haiyu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-9MSVekI/AAAAAAAABfg/Sjz8GfKYRNs/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_s-9MSVekI/AAAAAAAABfg/Sjz8GfKYRNs/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186808616838330946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShMSVelI/AAAAAAAABfo/xWCrbYJj0xE/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShMSVelI/AAAAAAAABfo/xWCrbYJj0xE/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830126034549330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShcSVemI/AAAAAAAABfw/iTXiKMCdYl4/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShcSVemI/AAAAAAAABfw/iTXiKMCdYl4/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830130329516642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop- Jiu Fen, a small town where beautiful preserved traditional houses can be found. The main area of interest to visitors are the town's historic commercial district which is covered by two pedestrian streets: Jishan Street (基山街, which runs along the ridge line), and Shuchi Street (豎崎路, which runs up and down the slope of the hill). I particularly like the Jishan Street very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTEsSVeuI/AAAAAAAABgw/0Hxicfub96o/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTEsSVeuI/AAAAAAAABgw/0Hxicfub96o/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830735919905506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jishan Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShsSVepI/AAAAAAAABgI/NjZ8ucFD94Y/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShsSVepI/AAAAAAAABgI/NjZ8ucFD94Y/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830134624483986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical street in Jiufen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-sSVewI/AAAAAAAABhA/7gaTcUiK0I4/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-sSVewI/AAAAAAAABhA/7gaTcUiK0I4/s320/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186831732352318210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef noodles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-sSVexI/AAAAAAAABhI/hw-sx2O2BKE/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-sSVexI/AAAAAAAABhI/hw-sx2O2BKE/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186831732352318226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShsSVenI/AAAAAAAABf4/Ex-_5HlvV1A/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShsSVenI/AAAAAAAABf4/Ex-_5HlvV1A/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830134624483954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishball.. they sell various kind of huge fishball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTEMSVesI/AAAAAAAABgg/3vQUZd4mzDg/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTEMSVesI/AAAAAAAABgg/3vQUZd4mzDg/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830727329970882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTEcSVetI/AAAAAAAABgo/u6P5ZiSOw44/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTEcSVetI/AAAAAAAABgo/u6P5ZiSOw44/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830731624938194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady was so cute till I can't stop laughing. She was extremely good in posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-cSVevI/AAAAAAAABg4/CqS2GsMDu9w/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-cSVevI/AAAAAAAABg4/CqS2GsMDu9w/s320/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186831728057350898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady was concentrating on writing calligraphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTD8SVerI/AAAAAAAABgY/pB1rtC7uJHY/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTD8SVerI/AAAAAAAABgY/pB1rtC7uJHY/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830723035003570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-8SVeyI/AAAAAAAABhQ/pBLYnTNDhXE/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-8SVeyI/AAAAAAAABhQ/pBLYnTNDhXE/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186831736647285538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTD8SVeqI/AAAAAAAABgQ/8pxMwDUhIOs/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tTD8SVeqI/AAAAAAAABgQ/8pxMwDUhIOs/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830723035003554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShsSVeoI/AAAAAAAABgA/IC3UNe9fpS0/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tShsSVeoI/AAAAAAAABgA/IC3UNe9fpS0/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830134624483970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man helping me with the bag and umbrella while me doing the shooting ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second night was spent in Shangrila Leisure Farm. Weather was a bit chilling, but of course still bearable. We had some fun activities with other visitors in the farm, playing huge &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gasing&lt;/span&gt;, making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tang yuen&lt;/span&gt;, and writing our wishes on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kong ming&lt;/span&gt; lamp before flying it off to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfNsSVd7I/AAAAAAAABao/iIMZ6XiqpRY/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfNsSVd7I/AAAAAAAABao/iIMZ6XiqpRY/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183888597422798770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesuire farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-8SVezI/AAAAAAAABhY/6RVL1ZJE1js/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tT-8SVezI/AAAAAAAABhY/6RVL1ZJE1js/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186831736647285554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossing the shaking hanging wooden bridge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiGMSVd-I/AAAAAAAABbA/4KdGLubaNGo/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiGMSVd-I/AAAAAAAABbA/4KdGLubaNGo/s320/29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183891767108663266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tUiMSVe1I/AAAAAAAABho/F7E8osZrn6M/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tUiMSVe1I/AAAAAAAABho/F7E8osZrn6M/s320/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832342237674322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked alike.. I mean the outfit ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiG8SVeDI/AAAAAAAABbg/rd1ZDfy_6j8/s1600-h/shangrila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiG8SVeDI/AAAAAAAABbg/rd1ZDfy_6j8/s320/shangrila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183891779993565234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shangrila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiGMSVd_I/AAAAAAAABbI/oNSZdK_lMxU/s1600-h/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiGMSVd_I/AAAAAAAABbI/oNSZdK_lMxU/s320/30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183891767108663282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DjIsSVeLI/AAAAAAAABcY/tELnn2olJEA/s1600-h/t5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DjIsSVeLI/AAAAAAAABcY/tELnn2olJEA/s320/t5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183892909569964210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not as cold as it seemed. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DjIcSVeJI/AAAAAAAABcI/Az0wor1OFoE/s1600-h/t3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DjIcSVeJI/AAAAAAAABcI/Az0wor1OFoE/s320/t3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183892905274996882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad example of posing ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiGsSVeBI/AAAAAAAABbU/BNwLsrXbeJE/s1600-h/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DiGsSVeBI/AAAAAAAABbU/BNwLsrXbeJE/s320/31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183891775698597906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better example of posing..oh well ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DjIcSVeKI/AAAAAAAABcQ/p1chkN-lAs4/s1600-h/t4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DjIcSVeKI/AAAAAAAABcQ/p1chkN-lAs4/s320/t4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183892905274996898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taxi~! (there was barely anything there, though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVGMSVe5I/AAAAAAAABiI/BqTKqGfdt-M/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVGMSVe5I/AAAAAAAABiI/BqTKqGfdt-M/s320/29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832960712965010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yilan Wine Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVGsSVe6I/AAAAAAAABiQ/376eMNlt4wk/s1600-h/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVGsSVe6I/AAAAAAAABiQ/376eMNlt4wk/s320/30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832969302899618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tUicSVe2I/AAAAAAAABhw/3TJah2COJUg/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tUicSVe2I/AAAAAAAABhw/3TJah2COJUg/s320/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832346532641634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sausages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tUicSVe4I/AAAAAAAABiA/ZhZl7czehXs/s1600-h/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tUicSVe4I/AAAAAAAABiA/ZhZl7czehXs/s320/28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832346532641666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVG8SVe7I/AAAAAAAABiY/M3FQagQG_bY/s1600-h/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVG8SVe7I/AAAAAAAABiY/M3FQagQG_bY/s320/31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832973597866930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tUicSVe3I/AAAAAAAABh4/vlUXbabCx6c/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tUicSVe3I/AAAAAAAABh4/vlUXbabCx6c/s320/26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832346532641650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day was spent at Yi Lan Wine Center and National Center for Traditional Art. The exhibition of weaving craft was amazing. They actually used the all weaving thing to create masterpieces, like people, clothing, and stuff that you hardly believe which can be done by weaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVnMSVe-I/AAAAAAAABiw/zKe7-rd10-s/s1600-h/34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVnMSVe-I/AAAAAAAABiw/zKe7-rd10-s/s320/34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186833527648648162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some "vintage" soaps displayed in a random shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DljcSVeMI/AAAAAAAABcg/jY5Te7ev_tE/s1600-h/t6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DljcSVeMI/AAAAAAAABcg/jY5Te7ev_tE/s320/t6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183895568154720450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the wine center.. Yushi and I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dm_cSVeYI/AAAAAAAABeA/hyIjTWlmb28/s1600-h/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dm_cSVeYI/AAAAAAAABeA/hyIjTWlmb28/s320/37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183897148702685570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some handcrafting with mosaic in a folk art shop. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfNsSVd8I/AAAAAAAABaw/nwgIJ1dr2mo/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfNsSVd8I/AAAAAAAABaw/nwgIJ1dr2mo/s320/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183888597422798786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at the art center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dm_sSVeZI/AAAAAAAABeI/N8rJsrulOjc/s1600-h/38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dm_sSVeZI/AAAAAAAABeI/N8rJsrulOjc/s320/38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183897152997652882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DlkMSVePI/AAAAAAAABc4/YQ9ffrmR-rE/s1600-h/t9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DlkMSVePI/AAAAAAAABc4/YQ9ffrmR-rE/s320/t9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183895581039622386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got mail to post. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dlj8SVeOI/AAAAAAAABcw/L68UEziehsA/s1600-h/t8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dlj8SVeOI/AAAAAAAABcw/L68UEziehsA/s320/t8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183895576744655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some snacks we had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVHMSVe8I/AAAAAAAABig/HLFN4QNahKE/s1600-h/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVHMSVe8I/AAAAAAAABig/HLFN4QNahKE/s320/32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832977892834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DljsSVeNI/AAAAAAAABco/22TBQ4GwJXg/s1600-h/t7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DljsSVeNI/AAAAAAAABco/22TBQ4GwJXg/s320/t7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183895572449687762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Folk Art Boulevard behind me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVHMSVe9I/AAAAAAAABio/B_QHdCQ8vwc/s1600-h/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVHMSVe9I/AAAAAAAABio/B_QHdCQ8vwc/s320/33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186832977892834258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me the lollipop seller ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVncSVe_I/AAAAAAAABi4/CdgXIzr91gg/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVncSVe_I/AAAAAAAABi4/CdgXIzr91gg/s320/35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186833531943615474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guangsiao Shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our night at Lan-Yang Spring Resort at Chiao Shi and it was the time we enjoyed dipping ourself in the hot spring! Everyone can enjoy their personal hot-spring as the water was being sent through a piping system right to their room. So I didn't go to the public ones, as I was too shy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_uQ1sSVfEI/AAAAAAAABjg/YLCcB7wjseU/s1600-h/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_uQ1sSVfEI/AAAAAAAABjg/YLCcB7wjseU/s320/42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186898647942790210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese-style room with Hinoki bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dm-sSVeWI/AAAAAAAABdw/6B_NgvYVVPY/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dm-sSVeWI/AAAAAAAABdw/6B_NgvYVVPY/s320/35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183897135817783650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating cakes and chatting in a local cafe at Chiao Shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we went back to Taipei, and visited the  The Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall (中正紀念堂), controversially renamed the "National Taiwan Democracy Memorial Hall" (臺灣民主紀念館) by the DPP, is the symbol of both Taipei and the Republic of China. The memorial consists of a large bronze statue of Chiang Kai-shek, which is now become "over-decorated" by DPP. The National Theater Hall (國家戲劇院) and National Concert Hall (國家音樂廳) are located beside of the memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVncSVfAI/AAAAAAAABjA/RaxE4_49fLU/s1600-h/36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVncSVfAI/AAAAAAAABjA/RaxE4_49fLU/s320/36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186833531943615490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tWAMSVfDI/AAAAAAAABjY/4bZldVhxt3Y/s1600-h/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tWAMSVfDI/AAAAAAAABjY/4bZldVhxt3Y/s320/39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186833957145377842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "over-decorated" statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVnsSVfBI/AAAAAAAABjI/95Df0Ljmx18/s1600-h/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVnsSVfBI/AAAAAAAABjI/95Df0Ljmx18/s320/37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186833536238582802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamed pork dumplings in Din Tai Fung (鼎泰豐) were heavenly. The deliciousness of it can be known by judging on the numbers of waiting visitors in front of the shop. No pictures of that as everyone was too busy eating different kind of dumplings and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVnsSVfCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/P2Y49lOFYrI/s1600-h/38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_tVnsSVfCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/P2Y49lOFYrI/s320/38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186833536238582818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random shot of the sweet couple in front of Din Tai Fung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taipei 101, the 508-meter high skyscraper is located in the Xinyi District of Taipei. It's another shopping mall with designer brands which you can name of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dm_sSVeaI/AAAAAAAABeQ/nn0K6KRbGaU/s1600-h/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dm_sSVeaI/AAAAAAAABeQ/nn0K6KRbGaU/s320/39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183897152997652898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ximending is a trendy shopping area just west of Downtown popular with local students. We had Ah-Zong Mee Suah,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;which is known as Oyster vermicelli (蚵仔麵線), if I was not mistaken. We finished our mee suah by standing, but not sitting. Yes. And it was so crowded that the front of the shop was packed with customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dmb8SVeSI/AAAAAAAABdQ/p_Qvwn3KGQc/s1600-h/t12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dmb8SVeSI/AAAAAAAABdQ/p_Qvwn3KGQc/s320/t12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183896538817329442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dmb8SVeTI/AAAAAAAABdY/XZkO4_cnE7g/s1600-h/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_Dmb8SVeTI/AAAAAAAABdY/XZkO4_cnE7g/s320/32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183896538817329458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu Fen Pu.. the place where you can get cheapy clothes and also discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfNcSVd6I/AAAAAAAABag/ehvf_vXSdso/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfNcSVd6I/AAAAAAAABag/ehvf_vXSdso/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183888593127831458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfMsSVd5I/AAAAAAAABaY/RGo1XQ7xmFc/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DfMsSVd5I/AAAAAAAABaY/RGo1XQ7xmFc/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183888580242929554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DmcMSVeUI/AAAAAAAABdg/JBF7IDlUMfE/s1600-h/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DmcMSVeUI/AAAAAAAABdg/JBF7IDlUMfE/s320/33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183896543112296770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's taxis should upgrade to Camry too.. ;p nicer to sit on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-4690579909378204981?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/4690579909378204981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=4690579909378204981' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4690579909378204981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4690579909378204981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/03/taiwan-trip.html' title='Taiwan Trip'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R_DlkMSVeQI/AAAAAAAABdA/dUefaMj_gGI/s72-c/t10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2609051720011797915</id><published>2008-03-28T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:23:01.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is ticking</title><content type='html'>It's ticking and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those time that I wish the time can be stopped. How nice if I were a time controller. The time just being freeze after I stopped the stopwatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments and more assignments keep floating in and the dateline is getting close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick.tick.tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's clicking. I hate the ticking sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are leaving me really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating Sunday. so. much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2609051720011797915?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2609051720011797915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2609051720011797915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2609051720011797915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2609051720011797915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-is-ticking.html' title='Time is ticking'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6927270848334753052</id><published>2008-03-16T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:46:24.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampachi and Those Sweet Words</title><content type='html'>I am a Japanese food lover. For those who don't know much about me, I can tell you that my love towards the food can reach the extent of drinking miso soup in the morning, having curry rice during lunch time and taking katsu don as my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my boyf got back from Japan, he asked me: "Where shall we head to for dinner later?" I answered, "I'm craving for Japanese food. It's been ages since I ate sushi and my favorite curry rice and katsu don!" And then someone yelled,"Oh please, hell NO! I've had enough of Japanese food already." So, we ended eating Thai or Italian food usually. They're good, of course. But I still dream of myself swimming in the sea of various kind of sashimi and eating endless bowl of katsu don. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few nagging, I finally gave in. I did not recommend going for Japanese food, when my boyf asked me every single time. Seeing him been missing all the glorious food back at home(town) quite a lot, I would generally go wherever he wants to. Yesterday was one of the sweetest days, when he tagged me into Kampachi, a Japanese restaurant which I've been wanting to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVtjUz7I/AAAAAAAABZg/gozU_avP0kw/s1600-h/toro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVtjUz7I/AAAAAAAABZg/gozU_avP0kw/s320/toro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178379082434662322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toro sashimi (tuna belly) was awesome! It's milky and very fresh! A little pricey for RM30 per piece but it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVNjUz5I/AAAAAAAABZQ/kWseQ6OmdyM/s1600-h/maguro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVNjUz5I/AAAAAAAABZQ/kWseQ6OmdyM/s320/maguro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178379073844727698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maguro sashimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91J-9jUz3I/AAAAAAAABZA/LNV02lDejbs/s1600-h/curry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91J-9jUz3I/AAAAAAAABZA/LNV02lDejbs/s320/curry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178376492569382770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry rice that he ordered. nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVtjUz8I/AAAAAAAABZo/jaXJzt9UQKo/s1600-h/una.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVtjUz8I/AAAAAAAABZo/jaXJzt9UQKo/s320/una.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178379082434662338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My una and sashimi don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVdjUz6I/AAAAAAAABZY/b8uoMHNZKvE/s1600-h/salmon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVdjUz6I/AAAAAAAABZY/b8uoMHNZKvE/s320/salmon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178379078139695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91J-tjUz2I/AAAAAAAABY4/6450z2ePEK0/s1600-h/chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91J-tjUz2I/AAAAAAAABY4/6450z2ePEK0/s320/chicken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178376488274415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some chicken teriyaki. thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91J_NjUz4I/AAAAAAAABZI/rYD268N_M34/s1600-h/han.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91J_NjUz4I/AAAAAAAABZI/rYD268N_M34/s320/han.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178376496864350082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a short break at Starbucks, the passion tea choked me up a little when I first sipped it. ahh the bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah Jones - Those Sweet Words has been on my favourite playlist currently. It's addictive. The lyrics are so beautiful that I can't stop singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I saw you singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But my ears won't stop ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long enough to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hour hand has spun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But before the night is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I just have to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Spoken like a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is a lost balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rising up through the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Till it could fit on the head of a pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you have a hard time sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause the heavy moon was keeping me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all I know is I'm just glad to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;See my Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a lost balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Rising up through the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And then you appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know what you were singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But my ears won't stop ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long enough to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just simple melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just have to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spoken like a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wanna hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Those sweet words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to fall asleep in your arm, when listening to this song &lt;3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91OFNjUz-I/AAAAAAAABZ4/K7LL7J-AGq0/s1600-h/sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91OFNjUz-I/AAAAAAAABZ4/K7LL7J-AGq0/s200/sleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178380997990076386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this coming Tuesday! cos I'll be off to Taiwan for a short vacation! =)&lt;br /&gt;Till then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6927270848334753052?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6927270848334753052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6927270848334753052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6927270848334753052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6927270848334753052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/03/kampachi-and-those-sweet-words.html' title='Kampachi and Those Sweet Words'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R91MVtjUz7I/AAAAAAAABZg/gozU_avP0kw/s72-c/toro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1045829192229503779</id><published>2008-03-04T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:51:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is drenched in wine</title><content type='html'>I would write whenever I feel hollow and lost. I don't know why, but I just do. Of course, I'd write when someone has made my day, when there's any awesome outing with the Friends, or mostly I'd write when I feel like crapping all the way from A-Z. And now, is one of those moments, I feel like writing. There is moment when I will get upset because of the littlest thing. There is also a split seconds when I really need somebody to be there for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just be there.&lt;/span&gt; But now, I'm stuck. I'm stuck in nowhere. I think my heart is now drenched in the wine,  in some 2003's Carbenet Sauvignon. Don't ask me why it's a Carbenet Sauvignon. And don't ask me why it's a 2003's. Because I'm not sober, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I sound so... -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, FOOD will make me feel  a lot better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Italian food ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a contemporary Italian restaurant at Pavilion with the boyf last week, after I finished a long 4 hours class. Pheww. It was madness for sitting at the SAME seat for 4 hours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered 2 lunch sets which consisted of a starter, main course, deserts and drinks. The price was reasonable. And we had one extra main course - a roasted chicken with mashed potato, aside from our Seafood Marinara&amp;amp;pasta and a Pepperoni Pizza. I was too busy savouring the roasted chicken because it tasted SO good when it mixed with the best-mashed-potato I've ever had. The moment I was going to snap a shot of my mashed potato, the boyf scooped the last bite of it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R816Cr9Pz_I/AAAAAAAABYM/lgdrIj5NF-E/s1600-h/michelangelo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R816Cr9Pz_I/AAAAAAAABYM/lgdrIj5NF-E/s320/michelangelo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173925733496508402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple and contemporary design with some of the great works done by Michelangelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813JL9Pz1I/AAAAAAAABW8/dDj4dGv1K4A/s1600-h/caesar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813JL9Pz1I/AAAAAAAABW8/dDj4dGv1K4A/s320/caesar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173922546630774610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Caesar salad that I ordered but  I ended up drinking mushroom soup instead. *ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814n79Pz8I/AAAAAAAABX0/7QDDdcEanAM/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814n79Pz8I/AAAAAAAABX0/7QDDdcEanAM/s320/me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173924174423379906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want all the drinks behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814ob9Pz9I/AAAAAAAABX8/ljMOeheRx58/s1600-h/posing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814ob9Pz9I/AAAAAAAABX8/ljMOeheRx58/s320/posing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173924183013314514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814W79Pz6I/AAAAAAAABXk/rMf_WSIPfD4/s1600-h/seafood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814W79Pz6I/AAAAAAAABXk/rMf_WSIPfD4/s320/seafood.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173923882365603746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R8151b9Pz-I/AAAAAAAABYE/x_OCxEcB8_w/s1600-h/pepperoni.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R8151b9Pz-I/AAAAAAAABYE/x_OCxEcB8_w/s320/pepperoni.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173925505863241698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this is the best pepperoni I've ever tried! It looks like a pie tho. Or should I say Karipap? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814Xb9Pz7I/AAAAAAAABXs/SS_TBwdu1QM/s1600-h/tiramisu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814Xb9Pz7I/AAAAAAAABXs/SS_TBwdu1QM/s320/tiramisu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173923890955538354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813Jb9Pz2I/AAAAAAAABXE/3Et3EDpyO88/s1600-h/cream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813Jb9Pz2I/AAAAAAAABXE/3Et3EDpyO88/s320/cream.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173922550925741922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu and my desert (My bad for not having a good memory, already forgotten what was its name! ;p ) But it was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814PL9Pz3I/AAAAAAAABXM/972dOTju4Yw/s1600-h/honeydew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R814PL9Pz3I/AAAAAAAABXM/972dOTju4Yw/s320/honeydew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173923749221617522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gei Tak Sek, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a local desert shop. I had a honeydew mixed with ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813Hr9PzyI/AAAAAAAABWk/qQyujyhNfwE/s1600-h/brownie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813Hr9PzyI/AAAAAAAABWk/qQyujyhNfwE/s320/brownie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173922520860970786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie, a cute toy poodle ;) He loves to kiss (lick) everyone, lips-to-lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813I79Pz0I/AAAAAAAABW0/5swhzZAfxRM/s1600-h/brownie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813I79Pz0I/AAAAAAAABW0/5swhzZAfxRM/s320/brownie2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173922542335807298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to snuck up behind you secretly, too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813Ib9PzzI/AAAAAAAABWs/KyaZR3iRxiU/s1600-h/brownie1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R813Ib9PzzI/AAAAAAAABWs/KyaZR3iRxiU/s320/brownie1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173922533745872690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.. stop moving, Brownie! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1045829192229503779?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1045829192229503779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1045829192229503779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1045829192229503779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1045829192229503779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-heart-is-drenched-in-wine.html' title='My heart is drenched in wine'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R816Cr9Pz_I/AAAAAAAABYM/lgdrIj5NF-E/s72-c/michelangelo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2640862503389334782</id><published>2008-02-21T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:44:55.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiff's Lounge</title><content type='html'>Few weeks ago, I had a wonderful day spent with May, Yikki and Billy. They came to KL all the way from Johor for attending some event. Of course, I was happy to meet up with them especially May (she's witty and I always like her cuteness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had lunch at Crystal Jade. I liked the desert very much which was a combination of pancake and mango. I would love to show u the pancake but the pic isn't with me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlZrwOhmI/AAAAAAAABVk/A6yS3AdtWuQ/s1600-h/edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlZrwOhmI/AAAAAAAABVk/A6yS3AdtWuQ/s320/edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169117964230624866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at Crystal Jade, before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xms7wOhtI/AAAAAAAABWc/ZJbzY50sV0I/s1600-h/DSC_4553Ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xms7wOhtI/AAAAAAAABWc/ZJbzY50sV0I/s320/DSC_4553Ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169119394454734546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped by Times Square before going for our dinner at Jalan Alor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xmsbwOhsI/AAAAAAAABWU/J2AFmdS6Whk/s1600-h/edited2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xmsbwOhsI/AAAAAAAABWU/J2AFmdS6Whk/s320/edited2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169119385864799938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were thrilled to see the massive traffics at Jln. Bukit Bintang. (not that thrilled la. saja cakap. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was spent by enjoying the drinking session at Tiff's Lounge (thanks Connie for the correction ;p) at Starhill Gallery. It was fun. Amazing night view there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlabwOhoI/AAAAAAAABV0/FVEuPSrc0jY/s1600-h/ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlabwOhoI/AAAAAAAABV0/FVEuPSrc0jY/s320/ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169117977115526786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the lamp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xla7wOhqI/AAAAAAAABWE/iHnTThykmo0/s1600-h/may2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xla7wOhqI/AAAAAAAABWE/iHnTThykmo0/s320/may2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169117985705461410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a granny and May was a sexy secretary. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlarwOhpI/AAAAAAAABV8/UyvVJpqghkI/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlarwOhpI/AAAAAAAABV8/UyvVJpqghkI/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169117981410494098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yikki, the photographer =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlaLwOhnI/AAAAAAAABVs/2lvzqtCbz_s/s1600-h/mojito2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlaLwOhnI/AAAAAAAABVs/2lvzqtCbz_s/s320/mojito2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169117972820559474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Martini was nice. So was my Mojito ;) arr not to mention the tiramisu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xmr7wOhrI/AAAAAAAABWM/qk1A1RGW6FQ/s1600-h/woot2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xmr7wOhrI/AAAAAAAABWM/qk1A1RGW6FQ/s320/woot2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169119377274865330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great place to have your eyes lay on the beautiful lights and get yourself relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2640862503389334782?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2640862503389334782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2640862503389334782' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2640862503389334782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2640862503389334782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/02/liffs-lounge.html' title='Tiff&apos;s Lounge'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7xlZrwOhmI/AAAAAAAABVk/A6yS3AdtWuQ/s72-c/edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7868708948623718123</id><published>2008-02-18T23:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:42:03.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses of not blogging</title><content type='html'>I just noticed my updates have reduced "dramatically" from 20 posts a month back then, to minimum of 2 posts a month! What have happened to me? Of course, I have a brief list of reasons why I haven't been updating my blog in a timely manner. (who would be bothered, anyway?-_-" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've lost the motivation to write about my not-so-happening life after reading so many amazing bloggers out there who have been writing about things that 101% more interesting than mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studies- Few assignments and presentations in less than 2 months time and I've been spending time to find some journal and reading them. Other than that, doing tutorials whenever I can. (at least I'm trying to work out with that. So I'm not totally a lazy bump)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knitting - That's the "secret project" that I've been working on. It's not a secret anymore as I foolishly continued knitting when I was chatting over skype with someone and turning on my webcam at the same time, without realizing I actually DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are quite a few series that I've seen lately, while busy knitting the scarf. (I'm good in multi-tasking, especially in this kind of stuff which is normally not a good practice) Let see, what series I've watched? I've done watching Ugly Betty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(season 2)&lt;/span&gt;, Gossip Girls, Cashmere Mafia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ep 6 is out now! *exciting )&lt;/span&gt;, Project Runway Canada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(still 2 episodes to go! a nice show which has caused me dreaming about becoming an awesome designer),&lt;/span&gt; Nodame Cantabile &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a J-dorama which I have to admit, I'm still yet to finish watching it. It's a nice show for laughing out loud, tho.)&lt;/span&gt;, and last but not least- the infamous Japanese anime - Bleach! Yes, I do watch Bleach cos Kurosaki is SO cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7mzIBRAIcI/AAAAAAAABVU/5e3DuXVK8cc/s1600-h/cashmere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7mzIBRAIcI/AAAAAAAABVU/5e3DuXVK8cc/s320/cashmere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168358997744427458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 gorgeous lady in Cashmere Mafia and I'm loving Lucy Liu the most ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7m0bxRAIdI/AAAAAAAABVc/Vu4pPScQil8/s1600-h/anime-bleach-wallpaper-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7m0bxRAIdI/AAAAAAAABVc/Vu4pPScQil8/s320/anime-bleach-wallpaper-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168360436558471634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest guy ever- Kurosaki! (I still have more than 100 ep to finish. Argh I'm so slow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If only I can stop myself from sitting in front of the calender and counting the days down, then I should have more time to be spent on updating my blog. But you see, I can't wait for this coming Saturday. It's all because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; coming back =) I can feel the way he holds my hand as we fall asleep again. All of those littlest things that make me smile :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laziness. (well, this is probably the most truthful!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I should stop giving lame excuses. I will try to be better at regular updates. I promise. Unless something else comes up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7868708948623718123?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7868708948623718123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7868708948623718123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7868708948623718123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7868708948623718123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/02/excuses-of-not-blogging.html' title='Excuses of not blogging'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7mzIBRAIcI/AAAAAAAABVU/5e3DuXVK8cc/s72-c/cashmere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7969948739774337918</id><published>2008-02-14T02:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:17:21.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V'Day</title><content type='html'>I've got back home yesterday evening and my parcel was there, on the table. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened it.. and I smiled :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;限定品 ヘリテージ ストライプ フライト バッグ&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7M2YxRAIZI/AAAAAAAABU8/CbuBo373-1o/s1600-h/DSC07384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7M2YxRAIZI/AAAAAAAABU8/CbuBo373-1o/s320/DSC07384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166532996693500306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_categorylist" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate;"&gt;&lt;span style="border: 0px solid Red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Thank you, babe. I like it very much ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 the card you made. It's really sweeeeet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7M2ZBRAIaI/AAAAAAAABVE/9YDuPNZ9zp4/s1600-h/DSC07389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7M2ZBRAIaI/AAAAAAAABVE/9YDuPNZ9zp4/s320/DSC07389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166533000988467618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy Em. and I just need to hang on for one more week! just one more! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day for couples and Happy Single Awareness Day for the singles! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7969948739774337918?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7969948739774337918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7969948739774337918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7969948739774337918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7969948739774337918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-vday.html' title='Happy V&apos;Day'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7M2YxRAIZI/AAAAAAAABU8/CbuBo373-1o/s72-c/DSC07384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7425457724304937636</id><published>2008-02-14T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:23:30.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarawak'/><title type='text'>Sarawak's trip part 2</title><content type='html'>After a much long week, here's the part 2 of my Sarawak's trip. (All of my friends have updated the whole trip but still I'm still writing it. I've been pretty lazy lately.) *smacks head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After got back from Kuching, we spent our night at Teresa's house. The next morning we started our journey to Miri by cars and it was indeed a bumpy ride, as the road condition was.. you know.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpyBRAIVI/AAAAAAAABUc/hZMFHMTcT5I/s1600-h/1_916114088l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpyBRAIVI/AAAAAAAABUc/hZMFHMTcT5I/s320/1_916114088l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166519136834036050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we reached Miri, we went to Uncle Tay's house. Aunty Tay was so nice to cook us some food before we took off to Museum Petroleum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjBhRAH-I/AAAAAAAABRk/wlZLRIN5QEg/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjBhRAH-I/AAAAAAAABRk/wlZLRIN5QEg/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166511706540613602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai Hoong and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjBRRAH9I/AAAAAAAABRc/DaMdH56QPtI/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjBRRAH9I/AAAAAAAABRc/DaMdH56QPtI/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166511702245646290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit Shiuan caught a bug! *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjAxRAH8I/AAAAAAAABRU/1XDN2HfrtW4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjAxRAH8I/AAAAAAAABRU/1XDN2HfrtW4/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166511693655711682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouting Billy and I. (acting sexy eh, Bill? lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjAhRAH7I/AAAAAAAABRM/a5tOPjIjrng/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjAhRAH7I/AAAAAAAABRM/a5tOPjIjrng/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166511689360744370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're strong, Lit Shiuan! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miri Crocodile's Farm was our next hop. There were plenty of animals there ranging from the animals we usually see - monkeys, birds, ducks to some more exciting one - bats, bears, crocodiles, and the world's most dangerous bird. The Southern Cassowary is known as the world's most dangerous bird by the World Record. Yes, it has beautiful eyes and colorful furs at the neck's part but don't ever think of petting it lol. The probability of you getting attacked would be much likely greater than 1. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjYRRAIAI/AAAAAAAABR0/sju0iWKGE3M/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjYRRAIAI/AAAAAAAABR0/sju0iWKGE3M/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512097382637570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjYxRAIBI/AAAAAAAABR8/FeMhf6nt0ek/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjYxRAIBI/AAAAAAAABR8/FeMhf6nt0ek/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512105972572178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the bird :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjBxRAH_I/AAAAAAAABRs/63hx8G1l_cI/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjBxRAH_I/AAAAAAAABRs/63hx8G1l_cI/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166511710835580914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM12 for one crocodile egg. well, we shouldn't be harming them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjZhRAIEI/AAAAAAAABSU/82lP7DKkSpI/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjZhRAIEI/AAAAAAAABSU/82lP7DKkSpI/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512118857474114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're hugeeeeee and keep sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjZRRAIDI/AAAAAAAABSM/3TZO-XjcabU/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjZRRAIDI/AAAAAAAABSM/3TZO-XjcabU/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512114562506802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hill Myna (Burung Tiung). A very smart bird as it will imitate ur voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjZBRAICI/AAAAAAAABSE/BrysAUtJ6aA/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjZBRAICI/AAAAAAAABSE/BrysAUtJ6aA/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512110267539490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stork.. it looks scary :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asean Bridge (or Batand Baram Bridge) is a bridge which connecting Sarawak and Brunei. It is the longest bridge in Miri and we stopped at the  small port right beside the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MnbhRAISI/AAAAAAAABUE/tZZtma5VASI/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MnbhRAISI/AAAAAAAABUE/tZZtma5VASI/s320/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166516551263723810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were too free so we did some stupid thing ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkSxRAIKI/AAAAAAAABTE/p3FiUyz8C6Q/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkSxRAIKI/AAAAAAAABTE/p3FiUyz8C6Q/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166513102404984994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some scene nearby the bridge. *taken by Billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjzhRAIFI/AAAAAAAABSc/Z7mmtm7lpG4/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MjzhRAIFI/AAAAAAAABSc/Z7mmtm7lpG4/s200/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512565534072914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sun shining on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tried some Iban's snacks at a stall next to the port. It's made by fried mee-hun which I first felt weird. Anyway it's very crispy, so it's all good. =) Just a bit oily tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we snapped a group photo before venturing into the Lambir National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MnbxRAITI/AAAAAAAABUM/x5y1Qk3HcQQ/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MnbxRAITI/AAAAAAAABUM/x5y1Qk3HcQQ/s320/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166516555558691122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpxhRAIUI/AAAAAAAABUU/VPHR2DZounQ/s1600-h/DSC06629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpxhRAIUI/AAAAAAAABUU/VPHR2DZounQ/s320/DSC06629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166519128244101442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise: Timothy, Billy, me, Kar Ling and Lai Hoong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loathe bathing myself in unimaginably cold water during cloudy weather, so I decided not to get wet in water fall. Heh, at least I dipped my legs inside the water and tried to catch some tiny prawns. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpyBRAIWI/AAAAAAAABUk/-u1IWy5lfkY/s1600-h/DSC06635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpyBRAIWI/AAAAAAAABUk/-u1IWy5lfkY/s320/DSC06635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166519136834036066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious us looking at the small lil' prawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun picnic at the lawn not far from the main office of the national park. My stomach is big enough to fill in with few serving of tuna sandwiches, eggs and hot dogs. lol. No wonder I've been trying hard to shed a few pounds but the reading on the weighing scale never satisfied me. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going back home, we had some sight-seeing and passed by the "first traffic light on the bridge" in Malaysia, which located at Old Lutong. According to Aunty Tay, the bridge was built by Shell long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say the next hour after we visited Taman Awam in Miri, would be one of my best moment in my life for witnessing some breath-taking scenery, I mean. ;) Because I've seen the best sunset in Tanjung Lobang Beach. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkTBRAILI/AAAAAAAABTM/pSBCAQNDVM4/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkTBRAILI/AAAAAAAABTM/pSBCAQNDVM4/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166513106699952306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpyRRAIXI/AAAAAAAABUs/tSx6_hl0Dnc/s1600-h/DSC06698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpyRRAIXI/AAAAAAAABUs/tSx6_hl0Dnc/s320/DSC06698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166519141129003378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa, Kar Ling and I =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7Mj0hRAIHI/AAAAAAAABSs/zSd8Qev-UX0/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7Mj0hRAIHI/AAAAAAAABSs/zSd8Qev-UX0/s200/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512582713942130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7Mj0BRAIGI/AAAAAAAABSk/bfprgjP1n38/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7Mj0BRAIGI/AAAAAAAABSk/bfprgjP1n38/s200/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512574124007522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smiled. We laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7Mj2hRAIII/AAAAAAAABS0/Gs3PTHMraJ0/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7Mj2hRAIII/AAAAAAAABS0/Gs3PTHMraJ0/s200/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512617073680514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7Mj2xRAIJI/AAAAAAAABS8/ZDXbVlrwFuQ/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7Mj2xRAIJI/AAAAAAAABS8/ZDXbVlrwFuQ/s200/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166512621368647826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed out louder, and gone crazy that we couldn't control ourself from acting stupid. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkTRRAIMI/AAAAAAAABTU/F_wqwdTOnno/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkTRRAIMI/AAAAAAAABTU/F_wqwdTOnno/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166513110994919618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkTRRAINI/AAAAAAAABTc/WH4b_-1Bmpg/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkTRRAINI/AAAAAAAABTc/WH4b_-1Bmpg/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166513110994919634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hold ur hand and watch the sun goes down - how I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in Miri was spent in hanging around at the Miri City Fan. Ivan used his camera and tripod to test some shots. We had a lot of fun for doing the testing lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MxLRRAIYI/AAAAAAAABU0/0bYzCGi5mdY/s1600-h/1_743447566l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MxLRRAIYI/AAAAAAAABU0/0bYzCGi5mdY/s320/1_743447566l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166527267207127426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Tay cooked some delicious fried mee-hun for us in the next morning, before we left their house. On the other hand, I just couldn't stop taking photos of plants in her lovely garden ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkUxRAIOI/AAAAAAAABTk/U9t2J6v9c1g/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkUxRAIOI/AAAAAAAABTk/U9t2J6v9c1g/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166513136764723426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MklxRAIPI/AAAAAAAABTs/R_9HL7TIQsY/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MklxRAIPI/AAAAAAAABTs/R_9HL7TIQsY/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166513428822499570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the pink looks like. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkmRRAIRI/AAAAAAAABT8/SZZbvJWlDdQ/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkmRRAIRI/AAAAAAAABT8/SZZbvJWlDdQ/s320/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166513437412434194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkmBRAIQI/AAAAAAAABT0/chbDrbNqEZQ/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MkmBRAIQI/AAAAAAAABT0/chbDrbNqEZQ/s320/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166513433117466882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Miri! Next, Niah Cave and Bintulu =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7425457724304937636?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7425457724304937636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7425457724304937636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7425457724304937636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7425457724304937636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/02/sarawaks-trip-part-2.html' title='Sarawak&apos;s trip part 2'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R7MpyBRAIVI/AAAAAAAABUc/hZMFHMTcT5I/s72-c/1_916114088l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3060656695213639839</id><published>2008-02-04T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:54:18.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly</title><content type='html'>my Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on the good news today :) I'm so happy for you. I couldn't stop smiling when I heard your chirpy voice telling me how happy you're. I know you can make it through cos you're the man. Please tell me that you liked the cards very much. Please. Please tell me that you wanna send me some cards, too. Well, one card is more than enough. :p And I shouldn't be telling you that I have been working on a secret project lately and because of it is a secret project, I can't tell you what it is all about (^.~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Chu. (^*^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Bubbly. alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R6cvD-YO6vI/AAAAAAAABRE/82FxwfD36pE/s1600-h/DSC06955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R6cvD-YO6vI/AAAAAAAABRE/82FxwfD36pE/s200/DSC06955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147243134315250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It starts in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I lose all control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The feeling shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you make me smile baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take your time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holdin' me ti-i-ight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where ever, Where ever, Where ever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where ever, Where ever, Where ever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147447487.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3060656695213639839?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3060656695213639839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3060656695213639839' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3060656695213639839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3060656695213639839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/02/bubbly.html' title='Bubbly'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R6cvD-YO6vI/AAAAAAAABRE/82FxwfD36pE/s72-c/DSC06955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-5529212560797707229</id><published>2008-01-23T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:29:09.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Sarawak's trip part 1 *Edited</title><content type='html'>Having not writing any proper post have made me feel really bad - my ignorance of the blog and not replying the comments frequently. I have few posts yet need to be published but now I will concentrate on writing my trip to Sarawak for 14 days. Yes, it's my longest trip ever! I'll be separating my itinerary into 3 parts (Kuching, Miri &amp;amp; Bintulu), or possibly 4 parts including my feed back of this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTJuYO6pI/AAAAAAAABP4/5QlBFqmQ1DI/s1600-h/P1010019ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTJuYO6pI/AAAAAAAABP4/5QlBFqmQ1DI/s320/P1010019ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159457380895746706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and I, waiting for departure at LCCT. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happened to my eyes? Arr must be making eye contact with Kar Ling.. lol. picture taken by Lit Shiuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip started off officially after we waved goodbye to KLIA by peeping through the side window of the airplane. There were total 7 of us, sitting the flight to Bintulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bazuYO59I/AAAAAAAABKY/PR43IX0Tr7E/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bazuYO59I/AAAAAAAABKY/PR43IX0Tr7E/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158551005357336530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bcPOYO6BI/AAAAAAAABK4/NkSRyJrSoKw/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bcPOYO6BI/AAAAAAAABK4/NkSRyJrSoKw/s200/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158552577315366930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy's acting like some Bollywood stars lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our first night at Teresa's house in Bintulu before departing to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTJ-YO6qI/AAAAAAAABQA/UcrKAW90ulo/s1600-h/P1010049ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTJ-YO6qI/AAAAAAAABQA/UcrKAW90ulo/s320/P1010049ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159457385190714018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this in the van whilst Uncle Alex (Teresa's father) fetching us to their house ;) From right: Lit Shiuan, Teresa, me, Lai Hoong, Ivan, Kar Ling and Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the tiredness in me, I couldn't wake up in time to join them for breakfast. Thanks to Teresa for tabao some food for 3 of us who didn't wake up early in the morning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we reached Kuching Airport, the taxis brought us to Fata Hotel, a budget hotel we stayed in during our 4 days 3 nights trip in Kuching. After meeting one of our best-tour-guide ever Alvin, we took a walk to Sarawak Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bazuYO5-I/AAAAAAAABKg/guPz7aJtVN0/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bazuYO5-I/AAAAAAAABKg/guPz7aJtVN0/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158551005357336546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai Hoong showing the museum. Isn't she a good poser? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5baz-YO5_I/AAAAAAAABKo/u67lq8-bnH8/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5baz-YO5_I/AAAAAAAABKo/u67lq8-bnH8/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158551009652303858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!! A traditional tribe in Sarawak, with scarry ear piercing and tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did some pepper-buying at Indian Street after having some camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5ba0OYO6AI/AAAAAAAABKw/F4_fdR3ak6k/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5ba0OYO6AI/AAAAAAAABKw/F4_fdR3ak6k/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158551013947271170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beM-YO6CI/AAAAAAAABLA/wo56VAkVe_U/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beM-YO6CI/AAAAAAAABLA/wo56VAkVe_U/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158554737683916834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top&lt;/span&gt;: The poser beside me, Lit Shiuan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottom&lt;/span&gt;: Billy's acting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beef noodles and some deserts we had (combination of cendol, red beans and ABC) at a local hawker center were pretty delicious. I didn't take any picture as I was too hungry lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beNOYO6DI/AAAAAAAABLI/W8SBdq1ksds/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beNOYO6DI/AAAAAAAABLI/W8SBdq1ksds/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158554741978884146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and Ivan. (look at Ivan's semi pro digital camera! Ahh I missed my sis's dSLR!! Sometime it's not that good for just bringing a point-n-shoot during your getaway, you see. You will always miss some nice shots. *sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the evening gone by us hanging around at the Riverfront with endless photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beNeYO6EI/AAAAAAAABLQ/iTUE8kG1TUM/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beNeYO6EI/AAAAAAAABLQ/iTUE8kG1TUM/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158554746273851458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really thirsty, I warn you. (nice acting, Bill! grins*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beNeYO6FI/AAAAAAAABLY/IKS8vT7Voxs/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beNeYO6FI/AAAAAAAABLY/IKS8vT7Voxs/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158554746273851474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beNuYO6GI/AAAAAAAABLg/yuwDvKpW42Q/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5beNuYO6GI/AAAAAAAABLg/yuwDvKpW42Q/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158554750568818786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top:&lt;/span&gt; Ivan and I. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottom:&lt;/span&gt; Me and Billy nearly "fell" into the little pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf7eYO6HI/AAAAAAAABLo/0QPAw3-vt3k/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf7eYO6HI/AAAAAAAABLo/0QPAw3-vt3k/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158556636059461746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan was checking out the pics he has taken whilst me being curious what he's looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf7uYO6II/AAAAAAAABLw/71C3-SkNRTw/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf7uYO6II/AAAAAAAABLw/71C3-SkNRTw/s320/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158556640354429058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I told you that I'm strong! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf7-YO6JI/AAAAAAAABL4/Z6V-XS25CMA/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf7-YO6JI/AAAAAAAABL4/Z6V-XS25CMA/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158556644649396370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Billy was strong enough to open its mouth. But he's too naughty even the crocodile wanted to bite his head off. *laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTKOYO6rI/AAAAAAAABQI/PcjlzKsUN4s/s1600-h/P1010121ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTKOYO6rI/AAAAAAAABQI/PcjlzKsUN4s/s320/P1010121ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159457389485681330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit Shiuan and I.. taken in front of Charles Brooke Statue. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ish..I need to get more sleep to get rid of those ugly dark circles! *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf7-YO6KI/AAAAAAAABMA/O32qFsxZSjQ/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf7-YO6KI/AAAAAAAABMA/O32qFsxZSjQ/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158556644649396386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lai Hoong ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt quite tired and so we took a ride on a boat to a stall at the other side of the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf8OYO6LI/AAAAAAAABMI/Z0Fg6id-oes/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bf8OYO6LI/AAAAAAAABMI/Z0Fg6id-oes/s320/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158556648944363698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar Ling the best poser! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bjDOYO6MI/AAAAAAAABMQ/K0YaTv0-2Xw/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bjDOYO6MI/AAAAAAAABMQ/K0YaTv0-2Xw/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158560067738331330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the little red boat we were riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bjDeYO6NI/AAAAAAAABMY/9kPPbZs4gdo/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5bjDeYO6NI/AAAAAAAABMY/9kPPbZs4gdo/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158560072033298642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riverside's night view. Arr that's Hilton! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you a lil' story...&lt;br /&gt;You see, Ivan had bought some pau because he was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izD-YO6OI/AAAAAAAABMg/bY9pCLotLOo/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izD-YO6OI/AAAAAAAABMg/bY9pCLotLOo/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070254018521314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt like nausea after eating it as the pau didn't taste that good as it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he thrown it on the floor. But wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izEOYO6PI/AAAAAAAABMo/0WSABGlKVhQ/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izEOYO6PI/AAAAAAAABMo/0WSABGlKVhQ/s320/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070258313488626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor lil' hungry boy... Let big sista buy u some food :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: I should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; present the best actor award for him, Billy :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night in Kuching ended pretty well with endless laughters and excitements, especially during the drinking session at Havana Cafe. Before heading to Havana, 4 of us (Ivan, Lai Hong, Billy and I) had a nice supper at Spring Forest Restaurant which was very near to our hotel whilst the others were resting in their rooms. Love the prawn cocktail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Yu Loon and Alvin as well in the next morning and then headed to a kopitiam for breakfast by Yu Loon's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izEeYO6QI/AAAAAAAABMw/CHBQropJSdE/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izEeYO6QI/AAAAAAAABMw/CHBQropJSdE/s320/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070262608455938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Laksa we had ;) It's yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cultural Village was our next stop after breakfast. It was a rather long and bumpy journey as the road was quite winding. Almost all of our attempts trying to take a decent picture failed but we had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iztOYO6YI/AAAAAAAABNw/Mkcach14GLg/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iztOYO6YI/AAAAAAAABNw/Mkcach14GLg/s200/26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070962688125314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how blurry it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izEuYO6SI/AAAAAAAABNA/3oazBuTGSiU/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izEuYO6SI/AAAAAAAABNA/3oazBuTGSiU/s320/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070266903423266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clearer one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izEuYO6RI/AAAAAAAABM4/eisz_mFhmeI/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izEuYO6RI/AAAAAAAABM4/eisz_mFhmeI/s320/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070266903423250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Santubong"&gt;Mount Santubong&lt;/a&gt; from afar on our way to Cultural Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some tools the people used during the old days. Yu Loon and Alvin did some demonstration :) As you seen from the pic, it's one of the traditional houses shown in Cultural Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izWOYO6UI/AAAAAAAABNQ/7YmJ-Nfws-w/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izWOYO6UI/AAAAAAAABNQ/7YmJ-Nfws-w/s320/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070567551134018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izWeYO6VI/AAAAAAAABNY/UuI32BtXMhQ/s1600-h/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izWeYO6VI/AAAAAAAABNY/UuI32BtXMhQ/s320/28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070571846101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aunty showing us her amazing clothes making skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izWeYO6WI/AAAAAAAABNg/QHXZ3T4Ho8k/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izWeYO6WI/AAAAAAAABNg/QHXZ3T4Ho8k/s320/29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070571846101346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz--YO6cI/AAAAAAAABOQ/vHiANvAvwhU/s1600-h/34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz--YO6cI/AAAAAAAABOQ/vHiANvAvwhU/s320/34.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071267630803394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. This was taken at the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Orang Ulu&lt;/span&gt;'s house. from top to bottom: Billy, Teresa, Lai Hoong, me, Kar Ling and Lit Shiuan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(geez u looked shock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz-eYO6ZI/AAAAAAAABN4/HnQfD3Qtb5Y/s1600-h/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz-eYO6ZI/AAAAAAAABN4/HnQfD3Qtb5Y/s320/31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071259040868754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izWuYO6XI/AAAAAAAABNo/9R_47tymB48/s1600-h/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5izWuYO6XI/AAAAAAAABNo/9R_47tymB48/s320/30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159070576141068658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some "stunts" they played during the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz-uYO6aI/AAAAAAAABOA/M_aFkqNplAc/s1600-h/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz-uYO6aI/AAAAAAAABOA/M_aFkqNplAc/s320/32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071263335836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz-uYO6bI/AAAAAAAABOI/dz0koS5Wt3s/s1600-h/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz-uYO6bI/AAAAAAAABOI/dz0koS5Wt3s/s320/33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071263335836082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there were also some traditional dancing representing the different of ethnicity in Malaysia. The show was really nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cultural show, we dropped by each of the traditional houses of different ethnics in Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTKeYO6sI/AAAAAAAABQQ/zAr1zMjlULg/s1600-h/P1010228ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTKeYO6sI/AAAAAAAABQQ/zAr1zMjlULg/s320/P1010228ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159457393780648642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind's blowing. Soul's flying. I'm missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was Damai Beach at Holiday Inn Resort. I didn't take any picture as I was missing someone while looking blankly at the sea. the wave. feeling the breeze. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by at a seafood restaurant to fill something into our stomach before heading to a temple, which loosely translated as The Rock of Green Hill. (sorry for my poor vocab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz_OYO6dI/AAAAAAAABOY/DrrvyYnDb3I/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5iz_OYO6dI/AAAAAAAABOY/DrrvyYnDb3I/s320/35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071271925770706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I risked myself by climbing my way up there lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0wOYO6nI/AAAAAAAABPo/9TiQbfRfC-w/s1600-h/37s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0wOYO6nI/AAAAAAAABPo/9TiQbfRfC-w/s200/37s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159072113739360882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't be happier after seeing so many GOLD! Okay.. those are not gold, but foot print of Lord Buddha.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(according to Lit shiuan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Char Kuey&lt;/span&gt; and Beef Noodles for dinner and as usual, some beer to cool down us. :) The only thing that disappointed me was the prawns I had (prawn cocktail) were less than the day before. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alwin brought us to a shop for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kolo Mee&lt;/span&gt;, on our 3rd day in Kuching. We waited for at least half an hour, only for the seats. Yes! Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0VOYO6fI/AAAAAAAABOo/FudHhoIK4FM/s1600-h/38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0VOYO6fI/AAAAAAAABOo/FudHhoIK4FM/s320/38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071649882892786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0U-YO6eI/AAAAAAAABOg/ADTfgERMir8/s1600-h/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0U-YO6eI/AAAAAAAABOg/ADTfgERMir8/s320/39.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071645587925474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0VeYO6gI/AAAAAAAABOw/dGc48s1XVSQ/s1600-h/40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0VeYO6gI/AAAAAAAABOw/dGc48s1XVSQ/s320/40.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071654177860098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mee was pretty nice, with pork and its intestine. (yea, I do eat them :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gaining enough energy, we started to do some shopping at the souvenir street. (I forgot the name of the street but oh well, basically it's a street fulled with souvenir shops..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0v-YO6mI/AAAAAAAABPg/6bf7Z2sbKSg/s1600-h/36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0v-YO6mI/AAAAAAAABPg/6bf7Z2sbKSg/s200/36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159072109444393570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by at a temple next to the souvenir street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0VeYO6hI/AAAAAAAABO4/ctqT5sRdsLQ/s1600-h/41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0VeYO6hI/AAAAAAAABO4/ctqT5sRdsLQ/s320/41.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071654177860114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a tiring day. See. Alwin was so tired that he could fall asleep behind the car!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0VuYO6iI/AAAAAAAABPA/cHCtgJ6WE7k/s1600-h/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0VuYO6iI/AAAAAAAABPA/cHCtgJ6WE7k/s320/42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071658472827426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Boulevard before going for our dinner. Don't get cheated by its outlook. Alamanda is better than this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0lOYO6jI/AAAAAAAABPI/_XOSW-RJRFw/s1600-h/43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0lOYO6jI/AAAAAAAABPI/_XOSW-RJRFw/s320/43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071924760799794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuey Chap&lt;/span&gt;! I really love eating it. And I couldn't resist myself for ordering twice. I know I'm a big eater :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0wOYO6oI/AAAAAAAABPw/bAvCqXqgIsQ/s1600-h/44s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0wOYO6oI/AAAAAAAABPw/bAvCqXqgIsQ/s200/44s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159072113739360898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had some tomatoes noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last night in Kuching spent with camwhoring at Cheng Ho's Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0leYO6kI/AAAAAAAABPQ/aNN_oEnSryA/s1600-h/45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0leYO6kI/AAAAAAAABPQ/aNN_oEnSryA/s320/45.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071929055767106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0luYO6lI/AAAAAAAABPY/l_pQCA_hqfQ/s1600-h/46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5i0luYO6lI/AAAAAAAABPY/l_pQCA_hqfQ/s320/46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159071933350734418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top&lt;/span&gt;: Billy and I. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bottom:&lt;/span&gt; Alvin and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, of course, not forgetting the Tequila Pop!! Shiok-ness! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we had breakfast with Yu Loon and Alvin again before flying off to Bintulu :)&lt;br /&gt;Porridge was what I ate as I was unfeeling well. :( Must be the tequila. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oa9eYO6uI/AAAAAAAABQg/7g2K9s-uyw8/s1600-h/P1010344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oa9eYO6uI/AAAAAAAABQg/7g2K9s-uyw8/s320/P1010344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159465966535371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo at Kuching Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTKuYO6tI/AAAAAAAABQY/E3Shr_RHw-o/s1600-h/P1010354ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTKuYO6tI/AAAAAAAABQY/E3Shr_RHw-o/s320/P1010354ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159457398075615954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Kuching. Hello Bintulu and Miri =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to Lit Shiuan for taking this pic.. u magically made me look thinner. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating more pictures after this. Miri and Bintulu's post coming soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-5529212560797707229?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/5529212560797707229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=5529212560797707229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5529212560797707229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5529212560797707229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/01/sarawaks-trip-part-1.html' title='Sarawak&apos;s trip part 1 *Edited'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R5oTJuYO6pI/AAAAAAAABP4/5QlBFqmQ1DI/s72-c/P1010019ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-4940511529042701336</id><published>2008-01-14T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:44:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm currently having holidays at Sarawak. Will be back to KL after one more week ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, update soon after I got back from Sarawak ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've gotta say the trip to Niah Cave was pretty nice but it's really exhausting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-4940511529042701336?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/4940511529042701336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=4940511529042701336' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4940511529042701336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4940511529042701336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/01/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-5061951733677300908</id><published>2008-01-04T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:40:46.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008.</title><content type='html'>This is my first post in 2008 and I'm not in the mood of writing about my NYE or uploading the pictures taken during NYE, either way of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is half bigger now than it used to be. And it filled up with endless floating question marks, all in different size and fonts. Every hair of mine is screaming its way out. The worst part is, my Left Brain has mentally separated with its beloved, the Right Brain. Oh gosh, I hope both of my ears will stick with me still because I'm listening to Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and foolingly trying to find for a rainbow in the dark dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it's a beautiful day tomorrow, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-5061951733677300908?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/5061951733677300908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=5061951733677300908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5061951733677300908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5061951733677300908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008.'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-227561644128557167</id><published>2007-12-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:33:16.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone!! (Okay, I know it's too late for me to wish you guys lol.)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short update of me one week before Christmas. Sk just got back to Malaysia and so we had dinner at San Francisco Steak House @ Midvaley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having some nice herbs soup, we had some fresh juicy oysters. The combination of it added with Tabasco sauce and a bit of lemon juice was heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgC_q9pI/AAAAAAAABJo/12BBTBToLBY/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgC_q9pI/AAAAAAAABJo/12BBTBToLBY/s320/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149398332504471186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sk ordered a New York Steak (or sounds something like that) while me had a lamb steak. The portion was quite big so I couldn't manage to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgi_q9tI/AAAAAAAABKI/vf99ze4tfYI/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgi_q9tI/AAAAAAAABKI/vf99ze4tfYI/s320/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149398341094405842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgS_q9rI/AAAAAAAABJ4/G_QqOX-6VMI/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgS_q9rI/AAAAAAAABJ4/G_QqOX-6VMI/s320/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149398336799438514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb steak. The taste was not bad. But I wouldn't say it's very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgi_q9sI/AAAAAAAABKA/JMogWvP736U/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgi_q9sI/AAAAAAAABKA/JMogWvP736U/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149398341094405826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer look of the New York steak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrr&lt;/span&gt; I just couldn't resist the temptation of mashed potato! The steak was nice as the meat was sooo juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgS_q9qI/AAAAAAAABJw/bvq03MRMaZ0/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgS_q9qI/AAAAAAAABJw/bvq03MRMaZ0/s320/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149398336799438498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! Late Christmas post's coming up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go back studying! First paper will be on 31st Dec! You must be thinking what the heck, right? It's New Year Eve!! Should I be going out for countdown celebration? Law's paper will be on 3rd of Jan, and it means --- I'm SO dead! *crys*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone and have a awesome New Year Eve celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, do participate the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://travelmalaysiaguide.com/wildlife-conservation-awareness-campaign/"&gt;Malaysia Wildlife Conservation Awareness Campaign&lt;/a&gt; on 1st Jan 2008! What we can do for saving the endangered species and wildlife in Malaysia is very simple, starting by raising the public awareness of it! On 1st Jan 2008, participants will be writing a post relates to the Malaysia wildlife conservation. Just that simple! For more information, please visit &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://travelmalaysiaguide.com/"&gt;Travel Malaysia Guide&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should keep in mind that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.” - Mother Teresa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="position:relative; width:154px; border:1px solid #999; background:#fff; padding: 3px 3px; text-align:center; font: 8pt Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://travelmalaysiaguide.com/wildlife-conservation-awareness-campaign/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://travelmalaysiaguide.com/images/malaysia-wildlife-banner.jpg" width="150" height="200" alt="Malaysia Wildlife Conservation 2007" border="0" style="margin-bottom:1em; border: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travelmalaysiaguide.com/wildlife-conservation-awareness-campaign/"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Malaysia Wildlife Conservation&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travelmalaysiaguide.com/wildlife-conservation-awareness-campaign/#Banner"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Support The Camapign&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-227561644128557167?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/227561644128557167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=227561644128557167' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/227561644128557167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/227561644128557167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R3ZWgC_q9pI/AAAAAAAABJo/12BBTBToLBY/s72-c/DSC00232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7788132813436765652</id><published>2007-12-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:31:38.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morissette'/><title type='text'>Head Over Feet</title><content type='html'>Sis asked me to join the gang for a birthday celebration at Bar Club yesterday. And so I joined instead of preparing for my upcoming midterm exam. It was a blast, indeed. I had so much fun dancing with the girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wACiJloPI/AAAAAAAABI4/wN5Cmjbz-9o/s1600-h/DSC06449e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wACiJloPI/AAAAAAAABI4/wN5Cmjbz-9o/s320/DSC06449e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141984918077022450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us before going in - Alicia, Shanna, Kris, Cecilia, sis, Maria, Ami, Su Yi, The cute-V gal, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wBxCJloQI/AAAAAAAABJA/u_CT96c_uxg/s1600-h/DSC06454e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wBxCJloQI/AAAAAAAABJA/u_CT96c_uxg/s320/DSC06454e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141986816452567298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh forgot to take pic with Cecilia and Alicia. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wCiiJloRI/AAAAAAAABJI/3BtSarMR6Wg/s1600-h/DSC06460e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wCiiJloRI/AAAAAAAABJI/3BtSarMR6Wg/s320/DSC06460e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141987666856091922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanna and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wCwCJloSI/AAAAAAAABJQ/-NkWhxuvrkM/s1600-h/DSC06462e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wCwCJloSI/AAAAAAAABJQ/-NkWhxuvrkM/s320/DSC06462e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141987898784325922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis, Kris and yours truly. *my sis pretending to be drunk?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wDSyJloTI/AAAAAAAABJY/we4IKCC9Xjw/s1600-h/DSC06464e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wDSyJloTI/AAAAAAAABJY/we4IKCC9Xjw/s320/DSC06464e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141988495784780082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand looked weird.  =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wD5SJloUI/AAAAAAAABJg/iETYlHX4KgQ/s1600-h/DSC06472e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wD5SJloUI/AAAAAAAABJg/iETYlHX4KgQ/s320/DSC06472e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141989157209743682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  people would keep denying they're not drunken even if they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to look after a drunken person is not an easy job because you have to stop her from acting crazy or somewhat crazy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I don't feel any better&lt;/span&gt;. Not because of I'm still intoxicated - I didn't get drunk! It's because of someone who has got me off my mind a little bit. A song would treat me well, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say - I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Head Over Feet"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I had no choice but to hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You stated your case time and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I thought about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You treat me like I'm a princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm not used to liking that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You ask how my day was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I couldn't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's all your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're so much braver than I gave you credit for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That's not lip service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I couldn't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's all your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You are the bearer of unconditional things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You held your breath and the door for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Thanks for your patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're the best listener that I've ever met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Best friend with benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; What took me so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I've never felt this healthy before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I've never wanted something rational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I am aware now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I am aware now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You've already won me over in spite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I couldn't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It's all your fault &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-7788132813436765652?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/7788132813436765652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=7788132813436765652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7788132813436765652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/7788132813436765652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/12/head-over-feet.html' title='Head Over Feet'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1wACiJloPI/AAAAAAAABI4/wN5Cmjbz-9o/s72-c/DSC06449e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3020221306980737515</id><published>2007-12-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:05:58.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyndi Lauper'/><title type='text'>True colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1V32r93aiI/AAAAAAAABIo/jNKzGjEeMfY/s1600-h/DSC_0961e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1V32r93aiI/AAAAAAAABIo/jNKzGjEeMfY/s200/DSC_0961e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140146331112139298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;oh I realize&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;in a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;and the darkness inside you&lt;br /&gt;can make you fell so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;so don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;your true colors&lt;br /&gt;true colors are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile then&lt;br /&gt;don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;br /&gt;when I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;if this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;and you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;you call me up&lt;br /&gt;because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;so don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;your true colors&lt;br /&gt;true colors are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The song that made me fall in love with you even more.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HKTpn_mHw8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HKTpn_mHw8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3020221306980737515?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3020221306980737515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3020221306980737515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3020221306980737515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3020221306980737515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-colors.html' title='True colors'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/R1V32r93aiI/AAAAAAAABIo/jNKzGjEeMfY/s72-c/DSC_0961e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3609681935242630415</id><published>2007-11-14T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:18:06.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selangor Water Dam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hulu Selangor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuala Kubu Bharu'/><title type='text'>Kuala Kubu Bharu* Edited</title><content type='html'>Having been missing from the blogosphere again for almost 2 weeks, I shouldn't make any excuse anymore for not blogging about some boring life of me. (My foot can't be an excuse anymore, according to Pete lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, thanks to &lt;a href="http://mandysmeanderings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandy&lt;/a&gt; for using my photo again in her &lt;a href="http://mandysmeanderings.blogspot.com/2007/11/loneliness.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kuala Kubu Bharu last 2 weeks, for some photo shooting session with some friends that I newly met whom are enthusiasts in photography. It was a fun outing and I'm very happy to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Kubu Bharu is a small town located in the district of Hulu Selangor. Before stopping by the small town, we had a short shooting session at a beautiful lake. It was a sunny day and the image of the blue-ish sky reflecting on the surface of the lake had taken my breath away. Excuse for my bish-bosh-bash of photos about the trip and they are nowhere near as professional as those of my mates took but anyway.. to summarize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection on the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqbuqYlIuI/AAAAAAAABD4/rIosuxbw0Kg/s1600-h/beautiful+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqbuqYlIuI/AAAAAAAABD4/rIosuxbw0Kg/s320/beautiful+lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132585951295775458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqqcqYlJCI/AAAAAAAABGY/0uG2zqOYUAU/s1600-h/reflection+on+the+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqqcqYlJCI/AAAAAAAABGY/0uG2zqOYUAU/s320/reflection+on+the+lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132602134732547106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqmTqYlI7I/AAAAAAAABFg/XodieXrQRNk/s1600-h/lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqmTqYlI7I/AAAAAAAABFg/XodieXrQRNk/s320/lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132597582067213234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Alamanda (Thanks to Philip for correcting) which had brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqeUaYlI1I/AAAAAAAABEw/CcjYRlMP6oM/s1600-h/frangipani.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqeUaYlI1I/AAAAAAAABEw/CcjYRlMP6oM/s320/frangipani.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132588798859092818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqrGKYlJDI/AAAAAAAABGg/DYOLgymk4is/s1600-h/rusty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqrGKYlJDI/AAAAAAAABGg/DYOLgymk4is/s320/rusty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132602847697118258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqp3qYlJBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/KSmSb3kA3Tw/s1600-h/reflection.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqp3qYlJBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/KSmSb3kA3Tw/s320/reflection.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132601499077387282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzquOqYlJLI/AAAAAAAABHg/BoUCVzhZRoo/s1600-h/the+sky+on+the+lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzquOqYlJLI/AAAAAAAABHg/BoUCVzhZRoo/s320/the+sky+on+the+lake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132606292260889778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness just keep haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqdLKYlIwI/AAAAAAAABEI/gXnJKn9t4Zw/s1600-h/emptiness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqdLKYlIwI/AAAAAAAABEI/gXnJKn9t4Zw/s320/emptiness.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132587540433675010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can read Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqkTqYlI3I/AAAAAAAABFA/N8enz6tgkag/s1600-h/if+you+can+read+Chinese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqkTqYlI3I/AAAAAAAABFA/N8enz6tgkag/s320/if+you+can+read+Chinese.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132595383043957618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a playground. We stopped by to wait a friend before we headed to the Selangor Water Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqoh6YlI_I/AAAAAAAABGA/gMY-LQAPh-Y/s1600-h/peek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqoh6YlI_I/AAAAAAAABGA/gMY-LQAPh-Y/s320/peek.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132600025903604722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the view of Selangor Water Dam from afar. We wanted to go in but too bad the public is not allowed to walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqrd6YlJEI/AAAAAAAABGo/pxXjRNBHYsM/s1600-h/selangor+water+dam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqrd6YlJEI/AAAAAAAABGo/pxXjRNBHYsM/s320/selangor+water+dam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132603255719011394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamanda overlooking the water dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqr8KYlJFI/AAAAAAAABGw/f2X_XdD1hx8/s1600-h/selangor+water+dam+and+frangipani.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqr8KYlJFI/AAAAAAAABGw/f2X_XdD1hx8/s320/selangor+water+dam+and+frangipani.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132603775410054226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzquW6YlJMI/AAAAAAAABHo/knQfvOoOlw4/s1600-h/violet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzquW6YlJMI/AAAAAAAABHo/knQfvOoOlw4/s320/violet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132606433994810562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first temple that we'd been to. The sun light seaming through the holes of roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqmsaYlI8I/AAAAAAAABFo/pbWxnTe8OlU/s1600-h/light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqmsaYlI8I/AAAAAAAABFo/pbWxnTe8OlU/s320/light.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132598007268975554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzquAaYlJKI/AAAAAAAABHY/tNjXLJC55FY/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzquAaYlJKI/AAAAAAAABHY/tNjXLJC55FY/s320/temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132606047447753890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqpgqYlJAI/AAAAAAAABGI/A_fNJ5zOFbA/s1600-h/random.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqpgqYlJAI/AAAAAAAABGI/A_fNJ5zOFbA/s320/random.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132601103940396034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqtiaYlJJI/AAAAAAAABHQ/jKTg9jsQy30/s1600-h/sword.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqtiaYlJJI/AAAAAAAABHQ/jKTg9jsQy30/s320/sword.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132605532051678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqeJKYlI0I/AAAAAAAABEo/iRNLrJNeNTY/s1600-h/fortune+teller.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqeJKYlI0I/AAAAAAAABEo/iRNLrJNeNTY/s320/fortune+teller.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132588605585564482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqnaqYlI9I/AAAAAAAABFw/Xcj4pIcUHfQ/s1600-h/old.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqnaqYlI9I/AAAAAAAABFw/Xcj4pIcUHfQ/s320/old.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132598801837925330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqvXKYlJNI/AAAAAAAABHw/mhv3-fnsfmE/s1600-h/yellow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqvXKYlJNI/AAAAAAAABHw/mhv3-fnsfmE/s320/yellow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132607537801405650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the second Chinese temple called Kuan Yin Temple and that's the time we spent another hours to look, observe and shoot the littlest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqs7qYlJII/AAAAAAAABHI/rLn3C0qWzAo/s1600-h/swirling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqs7qYlJII/AAAAAAAABHI/rLn3C0qWzAo/s320/swirling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132604866331747458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqdsaYlIyI/AAAAAAAABEY/xfkjKdrm7mo/s1600-h/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqdsaYlIyI/AAAAAAAABEY/xfkjKdrm7mo/s320/flower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132588111664325410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqc6KYlIvI/AAAAAAAABEA/T21FmqT8QnE/s1600-h/chinese+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqc6KYlIvI/AAAAAAAABEA/T21FmqT8QnE/s320/chinese+temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132587248375898866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqdjqYlIxI/AAAAAAAABEQ/yGFrNAif2vc/s1600-h/flow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqdjqYlIxI/AAAAAAAABEQ/yGFrNAif2vc/s320/flow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132587961340470034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqd6aYlIzI/AAAAAAAABEg/QHMwr-boQ04/s1600-h/flower+craving.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqd6aYlIzI/AAAAAAAABEg/QHMwr-boQ04/s320/flower+craving.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132588352182494002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqen6YlI2I/AAAAAAAABE4/F6bYhKks2Mk/s1600-h/hit+on+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqen6YlI2I/AAAAAAAABE4/F6bYhKks2Mk/s320/hit+on+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132589133866541922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqk3qYlI4I/AAAAAAAABFI/HQTKT8HMzNQ/s1600-h/I%27m+old.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqk3qYlI4I/AAAAAAAABFI/HQTKT8HMzNQ/s320/I%27m+old.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132596001519248258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqlC6YlI5I/AAAAAAAABFQ/LQrYr-jvg7Q/s1600-h/intercept.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqlC6YlI5I/AAAAAAAABFQ/LQrYr-jvg7Q/s320/intercept.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132596194792776594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orange-ish sky and the rainbow wished me goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqn1qYlI-I/AAAAAAAABF4/YAjbbu_iIOo/s1600-h/orange-ish+rainbow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqn1qYlI-I/AAAAAAAABF4/YAjbbu_iIOo/s320/orange-ish+rainbow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132599265694393314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;À Bientôt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqsl6YlJHI/AAAAAAAABHA/fM3TIgYPMWU/s1600-h/sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rzqsl6YlJHI/AAAAAAAABHA/fM3TIgYPMWU/s320/sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132604492669592690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3609681935242630415?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3609681935242630415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3609681935242630415' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3609681935242630415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3609681935242630415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/11/kuala-kubu-bharu.html' title='Kuala Kubu Bharu* Edited'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RzqbuqYlIuI/AAAAAAAABD4/rIosuxbw0Kg/s72-c/beautiful+lake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-988983536956317213</id><published>2007-11-03T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:47:58.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a foot masseur.</title><content type='html'>Yes. I. Need. A. Foot. Masseur. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working. been standing for almost 8 hours and talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a foot masseur now. argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bumping into bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao. will be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-988983536956317213?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/988983536956317213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=988983536956317213' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/988983536956317213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/988983536956317213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-foot-masseur.html' title='I want a foot masseur.'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3847017164682539980</id><published>2007-10-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:27:10.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalmation Dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human pets application'/><title type='text'>Of Human Pets and Dalmation Dog</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I'm back=) Sorry for not updating on a regular basis. I've been busy for the past week for erm... playing Facebook (*blush*), cleaning up my room, and doing some reading as well. Oh well, I'm not blaming FB but I've been spending a lot of my precious time sitting here, poking friends, giving stuff to friends and etc. Not to mention the &lt;s&gt;farking&lt;/s&gt; Human Pets application!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydnAEJe1bI/AAAAAAAABCc/nnr3jpMOpZc/s1600-h/human+pets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydnAEJe1bI/AAAAAAAABCc/nnr3jpMOpZc/s200/human+pets.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127179951595771314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People out there who's in FB, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ever add this application because you'll just end up like me, spending hours here to build up the points, and keep buying some cute looking guys/ girls as your pet! Oh well, I should have come back to the point that -- It ROCKS! To be honest, I've gotta say perhaps it's the coolest application EVER in FB!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK. ENOUGH OF THE FACEBOOK TALK.  -__-""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got one serious question to ask you guys. I'm totally freaking out now. You see, last 2 weeks I went to Tioman Island and had "happily" gotten some serious sun-tanned skin. It was really hurt. It's not hurting me anymore BUT my skin has started peeling off. It's really normal to have skin peeling off but my case is a bit of different.  Some parts of my skin have gotten fairer now, but some parts don't (especially my arms). It looks like 101 Dalmation Dog but it's the opposite (white spots scattered over my skin). IMAGINE THAT. Totally gross. Should I use some body scrub to scrub them off? Or should I apply more lotions on them? But I scared my darker skin will not peeling off if I applied lotions on them. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what should I do. It would be great if you could help to change "Emily the Dalmation" to "Emily the Radiant Girl". (having a more radiant skin rather than the unbalanced tone of skin.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydkiUJe1ZI/AAAAAAAABCM/5yQviohz2Ow/s1600-h/dalmation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydkiUJe1ZI/AAAAAAAABCM/5yQviohz2Ow/s200/dalmation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127177241471407506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look like this!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look like this --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydkyEJe1aI/AAAAAAAABCU/mHSaGqJY-j4/s1600-h/SimplySweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydkyEJe1aI/AAAAAAAABCU/mHSaGqJY-j4/s200/SimplySweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127177512054347170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone. help. me. please.&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a site note, I'm going to reveal my dark secret. :/ As I've told you just now, I've been cleaning my rooms these past few days. It's a HUGE project as I need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turn this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rydia0Je1WI/AAAAAAAABB0/is7BJDoTxUc/s1600-h/DSC_0775ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rydia0Je1WI/AAAAAAAABB0/is7BJDoTxUc/s200/DSC_0775ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127174913599133026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;into this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rydiu0Je1XI/AAAAAAAABB8/MI1W34oeZW4/s1600-h/ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rydiu0Je1XI/AAAAAAAABB8/MI1W34oeZW4/s200/ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127175257196516722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, I've not done with cleaning up my room yet. Hopefully it will be all neat and tidy again by tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, you shouldn't be surprised if you saw a title of "Procrastinator" in my blogger profile. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you my dear friends? Have you been cleaning up your room on a weekly basis? Or monthly? I guess definitely won't be a yearly basis like me. *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, here's what I found while tidying up a stack of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydkDkJe1YI/AAAAAAAABCE/_xR4WZQLXps/s1600-h/DSC_0779ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydkDkJe1YI/AAAAAAAABCE/_xR4WZQLXps/s200/DSC_0779ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127176713190430082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3847017164682539980?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3847017164682539980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3847017164682539980' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3847017164682539980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3847017164682539980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-daily-snippets.html' title='Of Human Pets and Dalmation Dog'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RydnAEJe1bI/AAAAAAAABCc/nnr3jpMOpZc/s72-c/human+pets.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-650611934719061394</id><published>2007-10-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:55:00.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Notebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tioman'/><title type='text'>Shooting stars</title><content type='html'>As I was watching my choice of classic romance movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332280/"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/a&gt;, there's this beautiful line, which has practically taken my breath away, despite other countless scenes in the movie that will also take your breath away and probably remind you of your first love/true love, too:&lt;blockquote&gt;"They are shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heaven of fleeting glimpse of eternity, and then a flash, they're gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It makes me wonder, of all the littlest things I've gone through and it's tears of what I've all got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; movie which will reach out for your heart and will force you to hold a box of tissues throughout the two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxuBrR9bRGI/AAAAAAAABBs/Qx2HV1mCvQg/s1600-h/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxuBrR9bRGI/AAAAAAAABBs/Qx2HV1mCvQg/s200/notebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123831581619471458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating my blog for over 2 weeks as some of you might wondering where and what I've been to for the very moment. Yes, I had a vacation at somewhere and I did meet up with some friends during the past 2 weeks. And yes, too, I had some time sitting in front of my laptop and doing nothing but surfing aimlessly, watching dramas, pondering over everything and eating. Hmm.. must be the mode of being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;-unproductive had attacked me. I was too lazy to write anything. I was lazy to walk. I was lazy to go out. But what I couldn't stop doing is enjoying the alcohol. You see, 2 weeks of not writing anything here, there were exactly ONE week of drinking sessions at night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 7atenin3&lt;br /&gt;@ apartment in Tioman.&lt;br /&gt;@ chairs beside the swimming pool and the lobby of the suite in Tioman.&lt;br /&gt;@ Maison with the gals.&lt;br /&gt;@ home with a couple of friends.(picture coming soon)&lt;br /&gt;@ Belakong with a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I've got to tell you that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; an alcoholic. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; addicted to it. Stop telling me the bad of drinking because it makes me feel so good. It makes me instantly forget about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who're staying in Malaysia, you must be heard of the sad incident in Tioman, which happened on last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a family trip, with 14 of us altogether, having spent some hot summer time at an lovely island and Tioman was our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtlmh9bQmI/AAAAAAAAA9s/yoNSow0-v-4/s1600-h/DSC05625ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtlmh9bQmI/AAAAAAAAA9s/yoNSow0-v-4/s320/DSC05625ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123800713689514594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtlex9bQlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/z06CAw6YF8o/s1600-h/DSC05632ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtlex9bQlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/z06CAw6YF8o/s320/DSC05632ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123800580545528402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtltx9bQnI/AAAAAAAAA90/L5vzRueM0CI/s1600-h/DSC05635ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtltx9bQnI/AAAAAAAAA90/L5vzRueM0CI/s320/DSC05635ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123800838243566194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxtmdR9bQpI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Y7MqqUOXxRk/s1600-h/DSC05662ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxtmdR9bQpI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Y7MqqUOXxRk/s320/DSC05662ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123801654287352466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxtmQx9bQoI/AAAAAAAAA98/Y32OUBSv5vM/s1600-h/DSC05639ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxtmQx9bQoI/AAAAAAAAA98/Y32OUBSv5vM/s320/DSC05639ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123801439538987650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: me with dad. Right: cousin and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we were helding our hands on the top of the boot, while standing on the dock of the ferry. It was dangerous, I know. But it was tons of fun when we enjoying the breeze passing through our face and kissing the sunshine, by standing on the dock. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtxkh9bQqI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2BFuZ2idd6c/s1600-h/DSC05670ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtxkh9bQqI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2BFuZ2idd6c/s320/DSC05670ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123813873469309602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtx7h9bQrI/AAAAAAAAA-U/aDzLK18na3A/s1600-h/DSC05682ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtx7h9bQrI/AAAAAAAAA-U/aDzLK18na3A/s320/DSC05682ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123814268606300850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the burning ferry as seen from afar. 8 persons had died from the incident. May they rest in peace. When we saw that burning ship, we didn't know that's a ferry which were carrying the tourists to Tioman, just like us too. :/ I couldn't imagine if it was us on the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtyqh9bQsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/mYX0oWiRIgw/s1600-h/DSC05684ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtyqh9bQsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/mYX0oWiRIgw/s320/DSC05684ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123815076060152514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxty7h9bQtI/AAAAAAAAA-k/PBT46nnBG-k/s1600-h/DSC05697ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxty7h9bQtI/AAAAAAAAA-k/PBT46nnBG-k/s320/DSC05697ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123815368117928658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtz3R9bQvI/AAAAAAAAA-0/4kbX0zeVSRw/s1600-h/DSC05721ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxtz3R9bQvI/AAAAAAAAA-0/4kbX0zeVSRw/s320/DSC05721ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123816394615112434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt0Tx9bQwI/AAAAAAAAA-8/pY_4nT9v8Zc/s1600-h/DSC05735ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt0Tx9bQwI/AAAAAAAAA-8/pY_4nT9v8Zc/s320/DSC05735ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123816884241384194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2: snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt0mR9bQxI/AAAAAAAAA_E/hYcQN1e-d-s/s1600-h/DSC05737ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt0mR9bQxI/AAAAAAAAA_E/hYcQN1e-d-s/s320/DSC05737ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123817202068964114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a walk alone, on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt7nR9bQ-I/AAAAAAAABAs/MsbMX4OBA1I/s1600-h/DSC_0491ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt7nR9bQ-I/AAAAAAAABAs/MsbMX4OBA1I/s320/DSC_0491ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123824915830227938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt8AR9bQ_I/AAAAAAAABA0/CHS-qp8GmFE/s1600-h/DSC_0497ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt8AR9bQ_I/AAAAAAAABA0/CHS-qp8GmFE/s320/DSC_0497ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123825345326957554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt8sB9bRAI/AAAAAAAABA8/VvuyQ9DtO9Y/s1600-h/DSC_0498ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt8sB9bRAI/AAAAAAAABA8/VvuyQ9DtO9Y/s320/DSC_0498ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123826096946234370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt9Ah9bRBI/AAAAAAAABBE/4ecKkaKcuN8/s1600-h/DSC_0511ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt9Ah9bRBI/AAAAAAAABBE/4ecKkaKcuN8/s320/DSC_0511ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123826449133552658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt-1h9bRCI/AAAAAAAABBM/34206xry8-0/s1600-h/DSC_0556ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt-1h9bRCI/AAAAAAAABBM/34206xry8-0/s320/DSC_0556ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123828459178247202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2: drinking with sis. Dry gin mixed up with coke. Thanks to someone for introducing this nice gin. Bombay Sapphire is nice. =) Oh we had some Heineken while chatting with the uncle who's staying near our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt06R9bQyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/oWFm1MP5dVs/s1600-h/DSC05757ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt06R9bQyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/oWFm1MP5dVs/s320/DSC05757ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123817545666347810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt1iB9bQ0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/SVvZEhIbaFs/s1600-h/DSC05765ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt1iB9bQ0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/SVvZEhIbaFs/s200/DSC05765ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123818228566147906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely cousin on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day we were there, we had waited for our ferry for almost 4 hour plus. We bathed under the sun as there were too many people waiting for the ferry too. So it wasn't a good idea if we hide ourself under the trees as the trees were kinda far from the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt16R9bQ1I/AAAAAAAAA_k/Vs-_VwScsPw/s1600-h/DSC05790ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt16R9bQ1I/AAAAAAAAA_k/Vs-_VwScsPw/s320/DSC05790ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123818645177975634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's too adorable. I couldn't stop snapping her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt3tR9bQ3I/AAAAAAAAA_0/oIfdWy3bYcE/s1600-h/DSC05793ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt3tR9bQ3I/AAAAAAAAA_0/oIfdWy3bYcE/s320/DSC05793ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123820620862931826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt3VB9bQ2I/AAAAAAAAA_s/8QDihERqaoU/s1600-h/DSC05791ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt3VB9bQ2I/AAAAAAAAA_s/8QDihERqaoU/s320/DSC05791ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123820204251104098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother is very cute too. Please excuse the frowning face. He's cute when he smiled (which he rarely did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt4HB9bQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_8/pqfJ2jtz-kA/s1600-h/DSC05807ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt4HB9bQ4I/AAAAAAAAA_8/pqfJ2jtz-kA/s320/DSC05807ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123821063244563330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil' cousin stole the vintage sunnies from me and I snapped him wearing it. I think he looked sexy in it. =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt_qB9bRDI/AAAAAAAABBU/wlb3CtB-vy4/s1600-h/DSC_0637ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt_qB9bRDI/AAAAAAAABBU/wlb3CtB-vy4/s320/DSC_0637ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123829361121379378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could find me somewhere in the middle of the picture, eating Cheezels while posing for no reason. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the ferry had arrived. I saw a beautiful sunset whilst sitting in the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt4sR9bQ5I/AAAAAAAABAE/gMRIIF_Ue8A/s1600-h/DSC05823ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt4sR9bQ5I/AAAAAAAABAE/gMRIIF_Ue8A/s320/DSC05823ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123821703194690450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some problem with the ferry on our way back to Mersing. According to the boatman, our ferry was running out of oil and won't be enough before we reached Mersing's jetty. So we had stopped in the middle of the ocean because the engine had gone dead, without air-cond fuctioning and with just a little lightings available, we tried to stay calm. After almost an hour, a ferry came to rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt5Dx9bQ6I/AAAAAAAABAM/IK8BVAEmfoA/s1600-h/DSC05829ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt5Dx9bQ6I/AAAAAAAABAM/IK8BVAEmfoA/s320/DSC05829ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123822106921616290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the brightest light I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoyed looking at the stars with my sis on the dock of the ferry that night. It was a beautiful night with zillion of dazzling stars scattered in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxuAnx9bREI/AAAAAAAABBc/2HEFUnzApQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0726ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxuAnx9bREI/AAAAAAAABBc/2HEFUnzApQQ/s320/DSC_0726ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123830421978301506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporters were making notes while interviewing the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was really late after we reached Yong Peng so we decided to spend a night at my aunt's place. (which was the house I'd grown up in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt5sB9bQ7I/AAAAAAAABAU/uGB34s3wKHc/s1600-h/DSC05846ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt5sB9bQ7I/AAAAAAAABAU/uGB34s3wKHc/s320/DSC05846ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123822798411350962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling morning and it was foggy!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt6Mh9bQ8I/AAAAAAAABAc/wdYZBycBvXM/s1600-h/DSC05848ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt6Mh9bQ8I/AAAAAAAABAc/wdYZBycBvXM/s200/DSC05848ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123823356757099458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some yummy breakfast at a place where they're famous of the noodles (fried mee and loh-mee). It may not looks as good as it tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lovely breakfast, I had a ride on the motorbike with my cousin driving. Wind was blowing, sun was shining. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt66B9bQ9I/AAAAAAAABAk/shxBeAZccNA/s1600-h/DSC05849ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rxt66B9bQ9I/AAAAAAAABAk/shxBeAZccNA/s200/DSC05849ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123824138441147346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been ages since I last drove a motorbike too. =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-650611934719061394?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/650611934719061394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=650611934719061394' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/650611934719061394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/650611934719061394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/10/shooting-stars.html' title='Shooting stars'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RxuBrR9bRGI/AAAAAAAABBs/Qx2HV1mCvQg/s72-c/notebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-260862627976811773</id><published>2007-10-07T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:36:30.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns N&apos; Roses'/><title type='text'>XoXo</title><content type='html'>A lazy Sunday, a sip of green tea, and a kickass song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's as kickas as Novermber Rain from Guns N' Roses. I'm SO into the song- the lyrics, the Slash's solo part (!!), just everything. You can check the MV out by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siBoLc9vxac"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RwiLgB9bQjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/_sr9_ezeO3c/s1600-h/slash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RwiLgB9bQjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/_sr9_ezeO3c/s320/slash.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118494358904717874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash's solo. (which is freaking intrigued me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, as I browsing through the comments in YouTube, I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahaah, I say this is gota be the most kickass song. But what pisses me off is shit like Avril Lavinge has 55 million views, just shows how these little girls and kids are so mindless when it comes to music. lol I'm still only 15 but thank god my uncle got me into real music. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darvito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What a kickass comment it is. Haha. (but I still love you, Avril :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I bought a shirt and I thought it's nice fitted on me. The vintage feeling of it just couldn't stop me from buying it and right after I bought it, I only realized there's "Guns N' Roses" written on the shirt. What a coincidence, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and have a awesome Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-260862627976811773?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/260862627976811773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=260862627976811773' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/260862627976811773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/260862627976811773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/10/xoxo.html' title='XoXo'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RwiLgB9bQjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/_sr9_ezeO3c/s72-c/slash.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-6451105191172319018</id><published>2007-10-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T09:10:23.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Current addiction other than throwing my books on the wall</title><content type='html'>4 down, 2 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy exam is making me headache and now my brain almost literally dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the songs in my laptop saved me. Death Cab For Cutie is my new fav. Natalie Imbruglie's album Glorious (The Singles 97-07) is SO nice. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what saved me the MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RweUcB9bQiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/oslJI3WYKMQ/s1600-h/facebook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RweUcB9bQiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/oslJI3WYKMQ/s320/facebook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118222710813180450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO addicted. It's WAY BETTER than the oh-so-boring Friendster. And so I'm stuck in Facebook playing with like, 264739 applications to stop myself from banging my head on the wall because it's all the fault of E.X.A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to add me if you're there! See ya! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-6451105191172319018?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/6451105191172319018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=6451105191172319018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6451105191172319018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/6451105191172319018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/10/current-addict-other-than-throwing-my.html' title='Current addiction other than throwing my books on the wall'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RweUcB9bQiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/oslJI3WYKMQ/s72-c/facebook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-8510353030465526312</id><published>2007-10-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:09:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam fever!</title><content type='html'>Having final exam this 2 weeks. Will be back soon after I finished reading the &lt;c&gt;stupid&lt;/c&gt; Organizational Behavior. Grumpy grumpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have a new header. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-8510353030465526312?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/8510353030465526312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=8510353030465526312' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8510353030465526312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8510353030465526312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/10/exam-fever.html' title='Exam fever!'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1976855043582489900</id><published>2007-09-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:52:43.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>永别了..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rv6Cnh9bQfI/AAAAAAAAA8A/tNjvtz4CNPk/s1600-h/DSC_1681copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rv6Cnh9bQfI/AAAAAAAAA8A/tNjvtz4CNPk/s200/DSC_1681copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115669842381980146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;透过你的眼睛,&lt;br /&gt;看见你的疼痛及痛苦,&lt;br /&gt;我好无奈与无助.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;了解你的辛苦及挣扎,&lt;br /&gt;也觉得这可能是最适合的解脱.&lt;br /&gt;安息吧,我挚爱的阿公.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怀念您的一切,&lt;br /&gt;也怀念我挚爱的婆婆.&lt;br /&gt;愿你们在另一个世界活得更好.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你们给予我的一切,&lt;br /&gt;回忆是美妙的.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我永远爱你们.&lt;br /&gt;永远.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1976855043582489900?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1976855043582489900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1976855043582489900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1976855043582489900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1976855043582489900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='永别了..'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rv6Cnh9bQfI/AAAAAAAAA8A/tNjvtz4CNPk/s72-c/DSC_1681copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3685357368969600469</id><published>2007-09-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T03:44:57.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time After Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quietdrive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alternative Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyndi Lauper'/><title type='text'>Quietdrive - Time After Time</title><content type='html'>This song has been playing in radio quite often lately. It is &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quietdrivemusic.com/"&gt;Quietdrive&lt;/a&gt;'s cover of &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyndi_Lauper"&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/a&gt;'s "Time After Time". Originate from Minneapolis, Quietdrive is a band which genres are mainly pop punk and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alternative rock&lt;/span&gt; (my fav!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvlepB9bQdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KGTSy0H8Qws/s1600-h/Quietdrive_Promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvlepB9bQdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KGTSy0H8Qws/s200/Quietdrive_Promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114222910849630674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvleIx9bQcI/AAAAAAAAA7o/7tEityCsUQk/s1600-h/cover_quietdrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvleIx9bQcI/AAAAAAAAA7o/7tEityCsUQk/s200/cover_quietdrive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114222356798849474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album - When All That's Left Is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Sd6hCEOtm8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Sd6hCEOtm8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7BD3fF4nVsU"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkRfh9bQbI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oMBLi0dLqfU/s1600-h/timeaftertime1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkRfh9bQbI/AAAAAAAAA7g/oMBLi0dLqfU/s200/timeaftertime1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114138085245534642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind the MV is pretty simple and ordinary- about a song which makes a guy think of the sweet old days with his ex-girlfriend. (I suppose the girl who's sleeping in his bed is his current gf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkROR9bQZI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jCMi49ss81w/s1600-h/timeaftertime2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkROR9bQZI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jCMi49ss81w/s200/timeaftertime2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114137788892791186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It proceeds with the guy walking on the street alone, listening to the iPod and singing the song as the song goes along. I personally think that the guy isn't that attractive but he certainly has a scent of British style which I quite like about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkRJR9bQYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VKI_8gyxN54/s1600-h/timeaftertime3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkRJR9bQYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VKI_8gyxN54/s200/timeaftertime3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114137702993445250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the sweet old days.. (the Asian gf is cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkRER9bQXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xzBL1pQsOSA/s1600-h/timeaftertime4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkRER9bQXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xzBL1pQsOSA/s200/timeaftertime4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114137617094099314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Don't you think so? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkQ5x9bQWI/AAAAAAAAA64/IiDYlbOGELE/s1600-h/timeaftertime5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkQ5x9bQWI/AAAAAAAAA64/IiDYlbOGELE/s200/timeaftertime5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114137436705472866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even played piano together! Awh how sweet. (Imagine if I played piano - must be clumsy than ever (lol) cos it's been years since I last played piano lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkQpR9bQVI/AAAAAAAAA6w/m2QiAfh1xr4/s1600-h/timeaftertime6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvkQpR9bQVI/AAAAAAAAA6w/m2QiAfh1xr4/s200/timeaftertime6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114137153237631314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing things that 2 person used to do together.. A way of reminiscing eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of their cover are a bit different from the Cyndi Lauper's version. Just a short line though. Anyway, here's the original version of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper, from her album "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Twelve Deadly Cyns...and Then Some".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IjfAFsMHfw/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IjfAFsMHfw/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rvlg4B9bQeI/AAAAAAAAA74/QC3751b5fzg/s1600-h/200px-12DeadlyCyns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rvlg4B9bQeI/AAAAAAAAA74/QC3751b5fzg/s200/200px-12DeadlyCyns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114225367570924002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: It's 3am in the morning and I'm sitting here studying for final exams while taking care of my grandpa(I'm gonna stay awake till 5am at least because that's the time my maid wakes up.)He hardly eat anything now so I have to give him some warm milo and fruit juices in between. It's not easy to see your loved ones to be suffered like this. I just hope that he won't be tortured anymore. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3685357368969600469?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3685357368969600469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3685357368969600469' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3685357368969600469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3685357368969600469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/quietdrive-time-after-time.html' title='Quietdrive - Time After Time'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvlepB9bQdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KGTSy0H8Qws/s72-c/Quietdrive_Promo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-8793496880928778030</id><published>2007-09-25T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T03:41:36.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big big wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A Big Big wish to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*drum rolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jasmyin&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dearie housie!! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvgSwR9bQTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/R-hJl-8e6zc/s1600-h/DSC04589edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvgSwR9bQTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/R-hJl-8e6zc/s320/DSC04589edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113857997543260466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 21st birthday~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wish you will be pretty and happy and cheering and bubbling always!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muakssssss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-8793496880928778030?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/8793496880928778030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=8793496880928778030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8793496880928778030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8793496880928778030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-big-wish.html' title='A big big wish!'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvgSwR9bQTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/R-hJl-8e6zc/s72-c/DSC04589edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-8150356306483195943</id><published>2007-09-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:40:17.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doc McLean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Current playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvZQeh9bQSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/DwguGqGVh98/s1600-h/DSC05327ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvZQeh9bQSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/DwguGqGVh98/s320/DSC05327ed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113362912368083234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current mood: Unstated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been repeating over and over again in my playlist. The rhythms and lyrics keep lingering and twirling with my mind as the time passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I was all right for a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I could smile for a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; But when I saw you last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You held my hand so tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; When you stopped to say hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And though you wished me well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You couldn't tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; That I'd been crying over you, crying over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Then you said so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and left me standing all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Alone and crying, crying, crying, crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; It's hard to understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; That the touch of your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Can start me crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I thought that I was over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; But it's true, so true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I love you even more than I did before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; But darling, what can I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You don't love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And I'll always be crying over you, crying over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Yes, now you're gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And from this moment on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'm crying, crying over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A heart-warming song from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Don McLean - Cryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-8150356306483195943?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/8150356306483195943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=8150356306483195943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8150356306483195943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/8150356306483195943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/current-playlist.html' title='Current playlist'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvZQeh9bQSI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/DwguGqGVh98/s72-c/DSC05327ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-160692342276774853</id><published>2007-09-20T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:56:28.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Of daydreaming and rambling about anything</title><content type='html'>If you had seen the real Emily Lin, the words that you could probably think of for describing her would be - anything but ordinary, oh-it's-just-so-normal, or maybe geez-please-get-her-a-change. Well, if only I could think of any suitable word to describe it - I think I've got one now. Which is a BIG capital "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Aha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I have always been showing up with a t-shirt and a jeans with a pair of sandal (or you might be seeing me substituting the jeans with a folded-jeans shorts pairing with a pair of flip-flops). Okay, I will dress up occasionally (which is really rare), putting up some feminine-like top (with a softer and lighter texture which is no good for me at all, cos I've put some weight on), but dressing in such a way just making me feeling duller than ever. Be it the casual look or the latter look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've started to daydreaming again - daydreaming about what should I be wearing on the next hour, going out for some drinks with couple of friends in a well-decorated and warmed ambiance bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stop telling you that I should be studying now already? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*final exam is just one week away!! Grrr..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;short rambling&lt;/span&gt; about what is in my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say it's all about &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.topshop.com/"&gt;Topshop&lt;/a&gt;. Not that I'm a Topshop fanatic or because of London (please don't ask me why I like it, it's reasonless), but I was just browsing through their collection and found out that some interesting outfits that I'd LOVE to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to take off my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red-framed glasses&lt;/span&gt; which I've been wearing for years and replace it with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;dark-browned&lt;/span&gt; contact lens instead. Despite having the same bob hair-cut, it would be interesting if I had a bangs to cover my forehead up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the transformation has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd rather not being too dramatic so I would just replace my top with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;designer t-shirt by Ann Sofie Back&lt;/span&gt; (featured under "The Boutique" of Topshop). What has drawn my eyes on it is the belt - it's being tied and sticked on the shirt and I think it has made the shirt more unique to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKHBXY63vI/AAAAAAAAA5o/meowfvG08y8/s1600-h/t+Ann-Sofie+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKHBXY63vI/AAAAAAAAA5o/meowfvG08y8/s320/t+Ann-Sofie+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296984547090162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;                     £28.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, I'd paired it with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double pocket bubble hem skirt&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="price"&gt;£28.00)&lt;/span&gt;, also from Topshop. I personally think that the wool texture and a bit of fluffy cutting would cover up my growing hip quite well (or non?). What's your idea then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKGY3Y63sI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/MX95Q2xpZFI/s1600-h/Double+Pocket+Bubble+Hem+skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKGY3Y63sI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/MX95Q2xpZFI/s320/Double+Pocket+Bubble+Hem+skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296288762388162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high square toed shoes&lt;/span&gt;. And I think it's KEWL alrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKGmnY63tI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/-5bz-ePOOac/s1600-h/High+Square+Toed+Shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKGmnY63tI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/-5bz-ePOOac/s320/High+Square+Toed+Shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296524985589458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span class="price"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             £60.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bag would finally finish the look. A cool vintage large stitch satchel which I have always been dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKGzXY63uI/AAAAAAAAA5g/8oSumiaLXMI/s1600-h/Large+Stitch+Satchel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKGzXY63uI/AAAAAAAAA5g/8oSumiaLXMI/s320/Large+Stitch+Satchel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112296744028921570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;span class="price"&gt;£60.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;small cross body bag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="longdesc"&gt;with buckle detail, 100% Polyurethane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKHL3Y63wI/AAAAAAAAA5w/7ACjqiqvCus/s1600-h/small+cross+body+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKHL3Y63wI/AAAAAAAAA5w/7ACjqiqvCus/s320/small+cross+body+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112297164935716610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;span class="price"&gt;£15.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You might be saying and being sarcastic," Oh Em, this is so-not-you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it might be the money matters for holding me up, and probably the opinions of what the people around think about me. Ya, I hate to say this, but sometimes it's something that I would mind about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I will wear what I want to wear in future if only I could have the enough $$ to spend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I told you it's going to be a short rambling.  :D  *runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-160692342276774853?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/160692342276774853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=160692342276774853' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/160692342276774853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/160692342276774853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-daydreaming-and-rambling-about.html' title='Of daydreaming and rambling about anything'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RvKHBXY63vI/AAAAAAAAA5o/meowfvG08y8/s72-c/t+Ann-Sofie+Back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2950863937033155489</id><published>2007-09-15T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:25:25.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw It All Away</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Charlotte's Web. It's a nice movie with a cute, humble little pig in it, who named Wilbur. If you were wondering what friendship is all about, go watch this movie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the effect of the overdose chocolate is still on. It ain't feel good. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been traveling everyday from home to campus all the way because I need to spend more time at home. Things haven't been easy but life still carries on. After staying upfor the whole night (I've been staying up throughout the night for like, few days already?), I finally done with the assignment, together with another group mate. It was tiring. But what to do? I've got no choice. And now, I need to re-do it because the tutor asked us so. Need to support our findings with more journal. Argh. What's with the Organizational Behavior. Did I pissed you off? So now you're taking the revenge on me, by throwing me more tasks to be done? No, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. *humming Throw It All Away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's other stuff been happening lately. I sincerely hope my dear rommies will get over the problem she's facing now. And so does Jasmyin, my dear housemate. Get well soon~! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing some blog-hopping, I found &lt;a href="http://nicolekiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole Chocoa Heaven&lt;/a&gt;. Now I am all inspired by her guts for traveling over the globe, mostly by herself. Imagine that! I have always thinking about traveling to everywhere, enjoying the life at different places, and discovering new things. Oh well. I just need to do this! I need to do this. Em just gotta do thissss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just grab your bag and off we go!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait. &lt;/span&gt;Of course not that easy anyway, money comes first *wink*. And whole lost of guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been busy doing some part-time jobs during the weekend - if I happened to get one. Been working as some Extra in some commercial shooting. You get quick money, but I warn you, it's not an easy job for sitting there the whole day, doing nothing but just wait and wait for the standby. Here's what I did while waiting for the shooting:&lt;br /&gt;- sitting there and waiting for like few hours.&lt;br /&gt;- listening to my iPod&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping&lt;br /&gt;- eating (the foods weren't that good. but I've got no choice lol.)&lt;br /&gt;- sitting and waiting, still&lt;br /&gt;- chatting with friends (thank God they were together with me!)&lt;br /&gt;- looking at people (there's some hot chicks and hunks here and there lol.)&lt;br /&gt;- and still - sleeping &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, IF I were fairer, prettier, hotter, slimmer and taller&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would have worked as a "Show Girl" in some roadshows or product-promoting events, wearing some tube top and mini skirts&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOL&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;span&gt;Too bad I don't!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God knows why- simply because I don't own any of that characteristics lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I would have had stacks of money in my pocket now, and off we go to travel around the  world! Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine I just wrote all these. Enough of the ranting. Going to bed now. Patient needs to get some rest. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adv_username = "boey";&lt;br /&gt;adv_gid = "boey_default";&lt;br /&gt;adtype = "468x60";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.advertlets.com/_/js/advertlets_lite.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2950863937033155489?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2950863937033155489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2950863937033155489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2950863937033155489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2950863937033155489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/ranting.html' title='Throw It All Away'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-5675506922948274183</id><published>2007-09-13T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:49:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>I'm officially 21 years old now. *older*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the worst birthday I've ever had. You see. Now it's 3.42 in the morning, and I'm still sitting here doing the &lt;s&gt;f*ucking&lt;/s&gt; assignment, trying hard to open my half-dead eyes. This is so not cool. Not only that, I'm now feeling sick because of the excessive 'dose' of chocolate I ate just now. I am such a chocolate freak. Eh. As a result of that, of course I'm having sore throat now. Duh. I shouldn't have been eating so much chocolate. But what to do, it makes me feel SO good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-5675506922948274183?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/5675506922948274183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=5675506922948274183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5675506922948274183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5675506922948274183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me.'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-4212095565604931213</id><published>2007-09-09T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:29:29.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in action and pondering over the truth of life.</title><content type='html'>Why can't anyone against the rules of nature? I just so HATE it now - for being helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my life can be shorten for 10 years or even more to keep my loved ones healthy always, not watching him in suffer for anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away from everything. Just for a while. Or even longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-4212095565604931213?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/4212095565604931213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=4212095565604931213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4212095565604931213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/4212095565604931213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/missing-in-action-and-pondering-over.html' title='Missing in action and pondering over the truth of life.'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-3399216103594920946</id><published>2007-09-01T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:50:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's September! Woot.</title><content type='html'>Do I sound excited enough? Yea. I do. Not because of anything good has happened. It's because I am getting nervous and nervous. Tons of assignments and presentations need to be done. I feel like screwing up. Grandpa is feeling better now but he needs to do chemo after being observed for sometime. Hopefully everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Pizza Hut to celebrate Kar Ling's 21st birthday on Wednesday. After bloating ourself with pizzas and stuff, they took out the cakes. Only then I knew it's not only for Kar Ling's celebration, but it's including Ivan and me! Oh well. Surprise surprise. :)) Thanks Teresa, Billy, Jasmyin, Lit Shiuan, Kar Ling, Laura and Ivan. =)  Hmm. I wonder what will I do and where I will be on my 21st birthday? Okay, enough of rambling already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wish other September babies. *I have a memory of goldfish, so do remind me if I drop out you. :)*&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday in-advance to: Sabrina, My Dad, Yily, Ivan, Jasmyin, and PK!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjdxqBmcCI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/k4Uikqr5-CE/s1600-h/DSC05104edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjdxqBmcCI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/k4Uikqr5-CE/s320/DSC05104edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105074022788788258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rtjf2KBmcEI/AAAAAAAAA4o/feLgsnEo7hM/s1600-h/DSC05111edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rtjf2KBmcEI/AAAAAAAAA4o/feLgsnEo7hM/s320/DSC05111edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105076299121455170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&gt; Laura, Lit Shiuan, me, Kar Ling, Ivan, Jasmyin, Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjemaBmcDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/RqpYShO54MQ/s1600-h/DSC05110edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjemaBmcDI/AAAAAAAAA4g/RqpYShO54MQ/s320/DSC05110edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105074929026887730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's chocolate banana, blueberry cheese, high-fibre cheese, white choc, and marble cheese. =) The joy of sharing! [actually we couldn't finish up the whole cake so we decided to buy different flavor of them. We're smart, aren't we? :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjgG6BmcFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/v9V3W78aUlk/s1600-h/DSC05113edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjgG6BmcFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/v9V3W78aUlk/s320/DSC05113edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105076586884264018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to blow the candles! *Kar Ling, blow harder!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjhAKBmcGI/AAAAAAAAA44/tRMxP4K4_Po/s1600-h/DSC05114edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjhAKBmcGI/AAAAAAAAA44/tRMxP4K4_Po/s320/DSC05114edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105077570431774818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot. Happy Kar Ling. With the bracelet given by us on her hand. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-3399216103594920946?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/3399216103594920946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=3399216103594920946' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3399216103594920946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/3399216103594920946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-september-woot.html' title='It&apos;s September! Woot.'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RtjdxqBmcCI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/k4Uikqr5-CE/s72-c/DSC05104edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-2408138065259795998</id><published>2007-08-25T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:55:15.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>I am generally deeply CLUELESS about EVERYTHING which has been happening in my life lately. I am helpless. And I'm totally alone here. I mean alone, and it's really ALONE. DARN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeez. I need some warm hugs now to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep. Arghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2408138065259795998?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2408138065259795998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2408138065259795998' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2408138065259795998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2408138065259795998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/08/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-7981439750615362885</id><published>2007-08-18T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:34:45.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of life and...still life</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last wrote a seemingly well-structured post here. Aside from attending my ex-neighbour Yolande's convo on last Monday and some catastrophes here and there, nothing much happened till then. Speaking of the catastrophes, well, I'd better make it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically here's what had happened over the past 2 weeks:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My father's motorcycle got stolen. It's an old motorcycle but still, there's somebody practically "blind" out there! Never mind, now I can get a ride on a brand new Honda Wave then. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The moment before it got stolen, one of my small little car's tires died. I'd had to seek help from the passer-by because I had "suddenly" forgotten how to change a spare tire. Oh well. Bad short-term memory.  &gt;.&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After 2 days, the small little car finally got into "hospital". It's not my fault. My dad kept pressing the accelerator when he supposedly should be pressing on break. Anyway, he's all good now. But the small little car doesn't. Hopefully it will be alright by next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Oh. And here's one of the pic we took during Yolande's convo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RsaBXKBmb-I/AAAAAAAAA34/5ZnU7vmVadA/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RsaBXKBmb-I/AAAAAAAAA34/5ZnU7vmVadA/s320/untitled2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099905862871707618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated side note, I had received my birthday present from my buddy, Billy, few days back. You couldn't imagine my shocking response of receiving my present practically one month in advance! *shocks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's a pretty good book which might be more than useful to me - &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Power-Your-Subconscious-Mind/dp/0553583182"&gt;The Power of Your Subconscious Mind&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks Billy. It's my coolest present ever! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I have a list of my choices of the coolest birthday presents in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A digital SLR camera. Probably a Nikon D80 would make me die of happiness. Oh well, since I won't be died of happiness, so it's not going to be happened anyway. Duh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A stack of cash. Perhaps 1K will do me good. I will spend it wisely on buying myself some new clothes and jeans and shoes and make up stuff. [It's impossible to be happened, too. First, I have no jobs. Second, I wouldn't ask that much of money of my parents.] =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Deuter &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.rockcreek.com/products/listing/item1180.asp"&gt;Aircontact 45+10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;*dreams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of hoping for some unrealistic presents, I decided to hope for something else which is more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down-to-earth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope my whole family will be living happily ever after. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current listening: &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guns_N%27_Roses"&gt;Guns N' Roses&lt;/a&gt; - Estranged, November Rain, Knockin' on Heaven's Door.&lt;div 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chatting through MSN messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sab: sunday nite want go penang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sab: sunday nite going then tuesday back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sab: with Siew, Lisher they all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab: and their friends.. not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; how many of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sab: me going for photo shooting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Emi: Shittttt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emi: serious? I want I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;: they d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;rive?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sab: ya.. all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;petr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ol and toll pay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab: not sure stay where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab: but won't be comfy cos have to save ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emi: okok.. n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;o problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So off we go to Penang! On Sunday night, me and my sister to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok KTM to Lish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;er's house to meet the gang and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; also spent a night at her lovely house because our plan had been rescheduled s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will only sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rt driving on Monday early morning. There were 6 of us squeezing into a Wira on our way back to Lisher's ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;use on Sunday night and god I was wondering hard how we were going to squeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nto it on our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; trip to Penang! Afte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r reaching Lisher's house, I felt relieved. Haha.. cos I'd been told that we were going to drive a bigger car which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is able to fit all of us comfortably. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After watching a movie called Dead Silence, we felt asleep. It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; not that scary after all. But honestly speaking, it did scared me sometime.  :P  We woke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;up at 4.30am and started driving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at past 5. Siew had forgotten to take his money so we drove back to his hostel to take it. Then, we sle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pt all the way in the car whi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;le Siew was driving all the way to Ipoh. We stopped at Ipoh rest station for wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*After we got back the car, my sister asked us to pose with the car. So, Lisher and I ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; up posi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;front o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the car and we looked like some bimbos.  -_-""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrm9YK9Hk-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/x3tqHEzowq4/s1600-h/DSC_2329resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrm9YK9Hk-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/x3tqHEzowq4/s320/DSC_2329resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096312676301640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the bimbo-attempt, we continued our journey to Penang. It took us 3 hours plus to reach Penang! Well, pretty fast huh? Siew and Lisher did speed but they drove safely. So it's all good. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A view of the Penang bridge taken from the inside of the car. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bit sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ough as the car w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oving. ^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrm_Yq9Hk_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/45pJ4dE3on4/s1600-h/DSC_2342edi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrm_Yq9Hk_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/45pJ4dE3on4/s320/DSC_2342edi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096314883914830834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After deciding on which hotel to stay in, we parked our car somewhere and started walking. We wanted to go Lorong Selamat for breakfast but ended up touring around at the Morning Market (Pasar Pagi) somewhere near then. We were full energized and kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;walki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d had some photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrnek69HlMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/4HmWSpINNzk/s1600-h/DSC04647resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrnek69HlMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/4HmWSpINNzk/s320/DSC04647resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096349179228689602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical street view in Penang. There are bunch of roads whic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h looks totally same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrndMa9HlLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3jQlkug3bI0/s1600-h/DSC_2386edi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrndMa9HlLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3jQlkug3bI0/s320/DSC_2386edi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096347658810266802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*I kept walking in the morning market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally we stopped in a shop to grap our breakfast. The breakfast was not bad though. After having breakfast and some discussion, we decided to go to Kek Lok Si Temple. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ince others in the car were not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; really used to the Penang road compared with me (I'm bad in remembering roads and etc, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seems like my skills were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; slightly better than all of them :P), so I had to pin-point the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had some photo taking session while on our way up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kek Lok Si Temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing special there and some of the shops have been closed due to the le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ss-crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ding weekday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrm_i69HlAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DhiRNRPzS58/s1600-h/DSC_2408resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrm_i69HlAI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DhiRNRPzS58/s320/DSC_2408resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096315060008489986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People kept promoting and asking us to buy their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; stuffs as we were passing by. But of course we didn't bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; much. If you are considering to buy stuff from there, remember to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong harga&lt;/span&gt; (bargaining price) with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; them! If the stuff's price is RM20, you have to "cut" until R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;M 10. If not you'll get cheated by the over-marked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We took some photos when we reached one of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he templ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrns769HlPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/XIUwQAyQvW0/s1600-h/DSC04689resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrns769HlPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/XIUwQAyQvW0/s320/DSC04689resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096364967528469746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The weather was so hot and we couldn't stop sweating! So, after walking and sweating like pig for quite some time, we stopped and started shooting photos of ourself ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrm_va9HlBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/i113G1Hl-rs/s1600-h/DSC_2442resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrm_va9HlBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/i113G1Hl-rs/s320/DSC_2442resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096315274756854802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We love jumping, aren't we? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrv9w69HlWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/gbP7uXh7OLk/s1600-h/DSC_2454resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrv9w69HlWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/gbP7uXh7OLk/s320/DSC_2454resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096946420201002338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the most wicked sisters in da world. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnDGa9HlCI/AAAAAAAAAyE/XA83tGb4y2A/s1600-h/DSC_2443resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnDGa9HlCI/AAAAAAAAAyE/XA83tGb4y2A/s320/DSC_2443resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096318968428729378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*I seriously love jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a short rest at the shaded area of the temple for quite a while. Sitting there and doing nothing but just cam-whoring once in a while making us feeling really sleepy. So some of us suggested to check in the hotel and have a short nap then. Before leaving Kek Lok Si Temple, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; some kids walking by and so, we started to wave our hand and say hi to them. They were scared, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I mean, just look at the way they run!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnHxq9HlFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/VoX4d8HmWDY/s1600-h/DSC_2456resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnHxq9HlFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/VoX4d8HmWDY/s320/DSC_2456resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096324109504582738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kids running away from us! Are we THAT scary?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The cold shower in the hotel was amazing and refreshing especially on a HOT day like this. I bumped into bed right after taking my shower.  I was being waking up by the noise of the laptop which was playing so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me Hong Kong movie and the most important part was - I was sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rving! As the rest of them were sleeping so nicely, I asked my sister to accompany me for buying something to eat. There we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us walked and walked, with a map on my hand. Haha. Actually the map was useless to us. We just walked by using our instinct. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had our meal at a small shop selling porridge. It l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ooks simple but it's delicious. And it's quite cheap, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrnw4K9HlQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/RcPjBRwp_DQ/s1600-h/DSC04639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrnw4K9HlQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/RcPjBRwp_DQ/s320/DSC04639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096369301150471426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The meal was great and we wanted to have a walk still to burn our fat off, so, we walked further up and we dropped by a temple.  Of course, we couldn't stop snapping pictures as we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnxvK9HlRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rhDxBiiIAZg/s1600-h/DSC04708resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnxvK9HlRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rhDxBiiIAZg/s320/DSC04708resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096370246043276562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrn0U69HlSI/AAAAAAAAA0E/llrcJNZ31Qo/s1600-h/DSC04716resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrn0U69HlSI/AAAAAAAAA0E/llrcJNZ31Qo/s320/DSC04716resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096373093606593826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnH_q9HlGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/M6RzpY-KlLw/s1600-h/DSC_2488resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnH_q9HlGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/M6RzpY-KlLw/s320/DSC_2488resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096324350022751330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Praying hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we almost reached our hotel, we saw a bunch of tourists sitting on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (a kind transportation back in the old days;looks somewhat similar to bicycle but it carry 2 passengers. ), and we started to get excited. We haven't tried to ride on a beca yet so we forwarded and asked the u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ncle for the price of riding it. It costs us RM8 and I thought it was quite reasonable. So we sticked out butt on the seats and off we go again. Wohooo! It was an awesome experience as we were heart-bumping because the cars and motors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seems gonna bump onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;us right on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;next seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrn6G69HlVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-FM7jEAD-E4/s1600-h/DSC_2513resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrn6G69HlVI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-FM7jEAD-E4/s320/DSC_2513resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096379450158191954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sitting on the beca. Beca is cool, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrn5C69HlUI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3roUpJBqmig/s1600-h/DSC04739resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrn5C69HlUI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3roUpJBqmig/s320/DSC04739resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096378281927087426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My sis with her new fringe on which seems in a mess because of the blowing wind on her face. Haha. But it does looks cute when it's in good shape lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You should try this out next time if you're in Penang. Though there's time when the drivers and people on the road will be keep staring at you. Oh well. Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating and beca-ing, we met up with the gang and started to walk again. This time we walked from 5 something in the evening until 11 something at night. I thought my legs gonna paralyzed because  of over-walking. Been walking and walking at the night market of Batu Ferenggi. Before that we'd been walking, too, among the small streets until we finally reached Komtar, a shopping center which is quite distance from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;our hotel. It was tiring, but fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnIWK9HlHI/AAAAAAAAAys/Gqd9XemHLmU/s1600-h/DSC_2534resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnIWK9HlHI/AAAAAAAAAys/Gqd9XemHLmU/s320/DSC_2534resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096324736569807986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A snapshot of us in the hotel room before leaving on the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had Chendol after checking out from the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnIe69HlII/AAAAAAAAAy0/n5HjL3t3_2w/s1600-h/DSC_2537resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnIe69HlII/AAAAAAAAAy0/n5HjL3t3_2w/s320/DSC_2537resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096324886893663362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After having the well-known Chendol situated at Jalan Penang, we stopped by the Sleeping Buddha Temple and had some photo taking. Another temple is also situated right opposite it which is the Burmese Temple. Nice statue they have. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnIvq9HlJI/AAAAAAAAAy8/mKLVH9r2n1Q/s1600-h/DSC_2585resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnIvq9HlJI/AAAAAAAAAy8/mKLVH9r2n1Q/s320/DSC_2585resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096325174656472210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Siew, Darren, Me, Lisher and Hao Yee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnJh69HlKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/6bPPIqW8JrE/s1600-h/DSC_2622edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrnJh69HlKI/AAAAAAAAAzE/6bPPIqW8JrE/s320/DSC_2622edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096326037944898722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Someone jumped before leaving the temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrnoba9HlOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/CGCsYU3pYIE/s1600-h/DSC_2636resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rrnoba9HlOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/CGCsYU3pYIE/s320/DSC_2636resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096360011136210146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ye bye Penang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Pictures with * sign on were taken by &lt;a href="http://fiufiuphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sab&lt;/a&gt;, my dear sis! 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According to my dear sister, jumping will make you feel REALLY good. It's awesome!! And god, I'm so addicted to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Putrajaya just for the sake of jumping. WAIT.. of course NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did jump at Putrajaya for like, xx times of jumping up and down and kept trying to jump with a decent gesture movement, but failed eventually. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrNCca9Hk0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/Pv0eSNbTZxE/s1600-h/DSC_2253w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrNCca9Hk0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/Pv0eSNbTZxE/s400/DSC_2253w.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094488659525604162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrP8xK9Hk2I/AAAAAAAAAwk/Odn4WbN8eQk/s1600-h/DSC_2263ww.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrP8xK9Hk2I/AAAAAAAAAwk/Odn4WbN8eQk/s400/DSC_2263ww.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094693525170656098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Notice that my hair looked EXACTLY the same as the flying flags, don't you think so?? &gt;.&lt;"" ]  After 15 minutes of jumping, I asked my sister to join me.  We put the camera on the floor and shot our jumping motion by using self-timer.  *Happiness!!*  2 people jumping happily, hilariously, continuously! =) So toSo guys, pls just ignore the silly-smiley expression of me. [my hair looked EXACTLY the same prevent you guys from getting insomnia tonight, I'm just gonna "reveal" 2 of the LEAST terrifying photos.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSmda9Hk4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/xWEHrLig-Zc/s1600-h/DSC_2273we.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSmda9Hk4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/xWEHrLig-Zc/s400/DSC_2273we.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094880102844961666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSl869Hk3I/AAAAAAAAAws/msY0E8K7Eyg/s1600-h/DSC_2275ww.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSl869Hk3I/AAAAAAAAAws/msY0E8K7Eyg/s400/DSC_2275ww.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094879544499213170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the pictures we've got are all hilarious. You can see our hair flying, uncontrolled + funny face expression which caused by the uncontrolled attraction of gravity. I know you're laughing now. I know. PLEASE STOP THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis had taken some portraits of me, too. I couldn't think of anything except by showing my blank expression nonstop to the camera. You can just ignore these photos. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSqoK9Hk8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/Y1bLQ5KedFE/s1600-h/DSC_2294a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSqoK9Hk8I/AAAAAAAAAxU/Y1bLQ5KedFE/s200/DSC_2294a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094884685575066562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSqMa9Hk7I/AAAAAAAAAxM/BMei9hcqytI/s1600-h/DSC_2293a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSqMa9Hk7I/AAAAAAAAAxM/BMei9hcqytI/s200/DSC_2293a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094884208833696690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSp169Hk6I/AAAAAAAAAxE/P0JKwzLzo8s/s1600-h/DSC_2292a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrSp169Hk6I/AAAAAAAAAxE/P0JKwzLzo8s/s200/DSC_2292a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094883822286640034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's time to take some time off cos it's holiday now after all! :)  I'm going to spend a few days at Penang starting Sunday with sis and friends. Let's hope I will not be gaining any extra weight. I have had enough of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; already. Oh well. See you guys on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-2924186883773382649?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/2924186883773382649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=2924186883773382649' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2924186883773382649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/2924186883773382649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/08/jumping-all-way.html' title='Jumping all the way'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrNCca9Hk0I/AAAAAAAAAwU/Pv0eSNbTZxE/s72-c/DSC_2253w.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1341709932006816420</id><published>2007-08-03T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T04:04:05.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrI4jq9HkyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/c7m4xwpEGXM/s1600-h/DSC04534e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrI4jq9HkyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/c7m4xwpEGXM/s400/DSC04534e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094196313986667298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.. finally had finished my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm free like a bird now! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a sip of some drinks that are definitely gonna make me feeling good. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-1341709932006816420?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/1341709932006816420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=1341709932006816420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1341709932006816420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/1341709932006816420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RrI4jq9HkyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/c7m4xwpEGXM/s72-c/DSC04534e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-5872258444139592409</id><published>2007-07-27T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:04:00.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I'm an extraterrestrial</title><content type='html'>GOD. What was I thinking about? Such idiot I am [still]. Why did I expect for so many things?  The biggest hope you have, the biggest disappointment you are gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to cry. My lullabies will do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening songs are making me feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna get out of here, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped. I'm trapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rqndz69HktI/AAAAAAAAAvc/r_iFbpO61uY/s1600-h/Trapped_by_Taken_by_Dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rqndz69HktI/AAAAAAAAAvc/r_iFbpO61uY/s400/Trapped_by_Taken_by_Dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091844737787728594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture taken from DevianART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/full&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33389202-5872258444139592409?l=froufrou7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/feeds/5872258444139592409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33389202&amp;postID=5872258444139592409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5872258444139592409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33389202/posts/default/5872258444139592409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://froufrou7.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-extraterrestrial.html' title='I&apos;m an extraterrestrial'/><author><name>Emilieee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504803750360861437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/4162/dsc2698nl5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/Rqndz69HktI/AAAAAAAAAvc/r_iFbpO61uY/s72-c/Trapped_by_Taken_by_Dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33389202.post-1859704005538377915</id><published>2007-07-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:16:18.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The new Em</title><content type='html'>So in my previous post I have mentioned about my new hair cut without showing any picture of my rather-different look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally I've got some photos of me uploaded in my laptop. Well, I had a hard time on finding some decent-looking picture of me. [it took DAYS for that! lol ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RqNW3K9HkrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HA5YkX9sgF4/s1600-h/DSC04491w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AQxCxrARuCA/RqNW3K9HkrI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HA5YkX9sgF4/s320/DSC04491w.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090007509692289714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be glad if you had noticed my asymmetrically hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous hairstyle was rather flat from the side view and the new one is not as flat as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you prefer this or the previous one? 
