<?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-4588349226057383379</id><updated>2012-01-20T23:46:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet Cascades &amp; Red Parades</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8322682510370631977</id><published>2008-08-07T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:34:54.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Fly Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hellojello :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been out sick for this entire week and the whole leaking nose strikes again. What's worst, I had to endure the lecture theatre which could bust my head wide open. Brr, that room brings a whole new definition of COLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoo, Cheh &amp;amp; I were the only ones at home tonight last minutely, so we had pizza. Well, I opted for warm soup since my nose wouldn't stop dripping (ew,disgusting much?), but to prove my sister wrong about my habits, we went for pizza. She made me feel bad about the whole thing about not eating pizze before that and gave me such a hard time when we were ordering! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Btw, I wished I'd never order pizza from this place again. Seriously, for such a reduced sized pizza with a very expensive tag, I will be a loyal customer to Domino's Pizza from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, Mum was raving about the home furnishing fair, so Dad decided to make Mum happy and brought us there. Had dinner at Devi's Corner since I was craving for chapati and we headed out to the Curve. Well, it was a very small fair and Mum was completely dissatisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought some bread and went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From both the pizza and furnishing fair, I've learnt that ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures can be very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DECEIVING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh thank god its Friday tomorrow! And a very auspicious 080808! Grandma's favourite number combination. Can't wait to watch the opening of the Olympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231767871465125538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJr5KPX69qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/G6Qn-MnJAUw/s320/Zyc_Chwila_by_narva.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8322682510370631977?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8322682510370631977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8322682510370631977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8322682510370631977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8322682510370631977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-could-fly-tonight.html' title='We Could Fly Tonight'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJr5KPX69qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/G6Qn-MnJAUw/s72-c/Zyc_Chwila_by_narva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2159488749567667354</id><published>2008-08-05T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:03:16.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What Kimmie does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231264541023173730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJkvYjXIfGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ftdmnKGCI-c/s320/CIMG2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231264536609025362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJkvYS6t7VI/AAAAAAAAAhw/702ebx8RJPg/s320/CIMG2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silently sleeping in the handle of the plastic bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231265123591438738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJkv6dmOwZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5NoBFTdCDRM/s320/CIMG2224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly realises that she's being flashed by the cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231265127718393794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJkv6s-LF8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WlzRlYjATGM/s320/CIMG2225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"OHMEOWGOD! AM I BEING WATCHED?"&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2159488749567667354?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2159488749567667354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2159488749567667354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2159488749567667354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2159488749567667354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-not-past.html' title='Its Not the Past'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJkvYjXIfGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ftdmnKGCI-c/s72-c/CIMG2222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7452077881760743209</id><published>2008-08-02T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:53:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy August, people! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To sum up my week, its been pretty down &amp;amp; hectic. Lots of screeches here and there, but I'm sure we'll pull through. Made me realise how lucky I am to be in my class , seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah, I loathe situations like these. It cringes me to the fact that it worries me somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please oh please let us go back to before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After classes yesterday, had a good rest and bumped over to OU for a drink with bestie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, if you consider it to be just a drink of course. We went window shopping for cardigans and had a very early dinner in Sakae Sushi. Mmm, soba noodles, slurps! Oh oh! And this lovely girl of mine ordered Sashimo, right BESTIE? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That shall be your nickname from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And by the way we didnt take any pictures :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had such a good talk &amp;amp; quality time together. After she left, I went to run some errands for Mum, got her dinner and bought my much long-awaited Starbucks! I've been dying for some since two weeks ago. Kind of my own little treat for finally completing 16 hours of work task at the bursary. Now, I'm broke . Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yes, let me introduce you to my "sisters" if I may say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229759107027052130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJPWMws2JmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/UxhZCG7I6ZM/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From the front : Puspa,ShaSha,Agnes &amp;amp; Jasmine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Missing one more though. But I love theemm sooo! They've been there for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;There are just so many lovely people in my class, really! No exaggeration. Shall get more pictures of the rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS. We might be changing or blog url soon. Will send the new link over :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you buy relatively pricier things, do you have so much money, and you don't know where to spend? Is that thought ever right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Well, hence, I'm sick of that thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Is it a fault that the secondhands couldn't be at reach and had left no choices but to get a new one ?Is it wrong to own something a little bigger, which costs a lil more. but could last me a lifetime of knowledge?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And really, Is it sensible to judge people that way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's not too late,&lt;br /&gt;Not too late for love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7452077881760743209?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7452077881760743209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7452077881760743209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7452077881760743209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7452077881760743209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-august-people-to-sum-up-my-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SJPWMws2JmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/UxhZCG7I6ZM/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2127302439653906660</id><published>2008-08-01T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:13:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hit the brakes a teeewweee too hard and the sound of books crashing down from the seat was significant as i approached the highway toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being me, a kepochee, looked at my books to see whether they landed correctly, whether or not their covers were folded. Yeap, i can be fuzzy at critical times like this. But at the same moment my car was rolling forward. I didn't even notice it was. Might have lifted my leg a little during that distraction period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second i lift up my head, i saw my car, so freakishly near the silver vios in front of me. i swear if i moved another inch, my car will be kissing that silver vios's ass. Just at that moment, i stepped on the brakes, causing another jerk. I hope my brakes are working fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes, i dunno how i can be beyond ungracefulness by tripping myself over objects i never knew could trip people. For example, take friday, spent a wonderful time with my bestie after so long. The downside of all of it? I just had to fall. Where in the basement. I was wearing heels somemore. You see, i wasn't paying much attention to where i was going as i was trying to stuff the receipt into my wallet then, before i knew it, "poof", my knees and hands were on the ground as i fell forward. It was sooooo embarrasing! omg. There was a bunch of people there too, they saw the whole thing. i really dunno where to hide my face then, even though my knees hurt, i got up, without even looking at them, i walked to my car, got in, and started inspecting for new wounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank god i didn't sprain my leg. Moreover, i wore shorts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No,no. I'm fine. Just scratches. No wounds. Thank god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just as i was driving off, "eeeekk" sound was produced. Just then, i knew my car had scratched the car next to mine. I parked my car immediately and inspected the back door to check for signs of scratches. phew. none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2127302439653906660?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2127302439653906660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2127302439653906660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2127302439653906660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2127302439653906660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hit-brakes-teeewweee-too-hard-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-772411383912286238</id><published>2008-07-27T14:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:51:07.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp;amp; I got our butts to our much awaited Chocolate Lounge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had the Ms Coco mug-order &amp;amp; Belgian waffles with molten chocolate &amp;amp; strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227580475735251906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIwYvur3m8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/l-uxMUQGjiw/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227580475859266722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIwYvvJb7KI/AAAAAAAAAfg/0cqeIeWwzts/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mmhhm.I wouldn't exaggerate the awesomeness of the placem but nonetheless I enjoyed everybite :) the chocolate is just right. Good quality time with Mum and finding my German Dictionary .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Note to self : Never wear cover up wedges for shopping trips, EVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And of course, a great time spent at Siang's place for his 18th! Saw alot of familiar faces, and met new friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lisha Channnn.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for lending an ear or two these past few days. Been having loadsa downfalls lately, but thankyou for always beeping me and making sure I'm alright. I'm coping fineee, and will&lt;br /&gt;be better. Loveyou much, hun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and yes, i know what is elephantotitus craze. I have it too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;reversed -oxox :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227584620954122722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIwchA1D-eI/AAAAAAAAAfw/XNycmS5roYE/s320/Thru_and_thru_by_foureyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes, you know when you're lost,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;when you know you don't &lt;em&gt;belong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;editted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm afraid, really. But, what Mum says its true.&lt;br /&gt;If its too long, there's gotta be a reason why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, its been, what, three years already? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, the horror of doctors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-772411383912286238?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/772411383912286238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=772411383912286238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/772411383912286238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/772411383912286238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-is-over.html' title='The Night is Over'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIwYvur3m8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/l-uxMUQGjiw/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2730271578612452582</id><published>2008-07-25T17:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:28:38.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Falls Like Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Replies :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Rinny&lt;/span&gt; : Rinny! I can teach you German instead. Missyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dinesh&lt;/span&gt; : Thanks Dindin. Lunch together soon kays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Su-Wen&lt;/span&gt; : Hey! Didn't know you read my blog! And yeah, its un,deux,trois. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yin Yee&lt;/span&gt; : Hey! YES, LTA/LTB are equally the same. But I like LTA better. Hope to see you around! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heelloooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Fridays now because its the weekend and like I said before, I'm exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have no idea why, really. By 9.30pm, I need to pinch myself to stay awake. Hence, my caffeine intake has increased, and my files are getting thicker by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I seriously need to knock some good common sense into my head for Tourism Geography.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am dying to watch The Dark Knight but I can foresee that the cinemas might still be fully booked so Imma wait till the very last few days of showtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have you ever cramped 6 people in a small MYVI and with a brother lookalike in the frontseat? Gosh, it was like tuna in a can, seriously. Even my mother thinks its mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the news, that was music to my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MAS finally has an opening for air stewards/stewardesses. But sadly, the parents didn't like the idea of me dropping out, especially when I'm just beginning. After much advice from Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, I shall vow to wait for the next one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Btw, yes I'm THAT interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226908768041407234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIm11Mh7kwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yN4rB-T4BHo/s320/IMG_6735.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aww, I miss these times girls! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2730271578612452582?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2730271578612452582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2730271578612452582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2730271578612452582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2730271578612452582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-falls-like-rain.html' title='Morning Falls Like Rain'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIm11Mh7kwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yN4rB-T4BHo/s72-c/IMG_6735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-3569384912937254874</id><published>2008-07-22T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:48:47.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinpoint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIXXFMmbN8I/AAAAAAAAAfI/-wseDTi6zbM/s1600-h/Cornered__by_Disthymya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225819426915039170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIXXFMmbN8I/AAAAAAAAAfI/-wseDTi6zbM/s320/Cornered__by_Disthymya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm feeling so exhausted!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm dying to have some Starbucks at this very minute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lecture theatre froze me to death this afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister jogs/cycles as of this morning. HAHAHA. FUNNY. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my girls ohsomuch. And of course, the monkeykeys .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bursary job needs another 10 hours more to be completed.Another exhaustion!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realised my love for bread. ALOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've switched from French to German! Well, French is really beautiful, but its true when they say "Beauty is Pain". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this was a really random post. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guten Abend!&lt;br /&gt;(hee, try figuring this out)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-3569384912937254874?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/3569384912937254874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=3569384912937254874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3569384912937254874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3569384912937254874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/07/pinpoint.html' title='Pinpoint'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SIXXFMmbN8I/AAAAAAAAAfI/-wseDTi6zbM/s72-c/Cornered__by_Disthymya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-522279960081288001</id><published>2008-07-20T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:29:14.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter Than Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French language is starting to kick in. I enjoyed my first class, learning NUMBERS. Not as easy as I thought, and pronunciation really kills me. Gosh. But I love my class. Its huge, but hey, we have fun. Lectures have been running fine, obviously the hard parts are not at my reach yet but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another stay-in weekend. Mum &amp;amp; Dad had a great time at some gathering with their old mates from the airport, leaving us girls at home alone since grandma is with my uncle in Seremban. It got pretty boring at some point that I rearranged my closet.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of having like a burger-movie night with the sister but it didn't work out cause Mum already cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead,I got my compensation with BK just now. MMM, HEAVEN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why fastfoods should only be eaten once in a while. You will savour the taste more, seriously! And speaking of food, I heard that the chocolate boutique in OneUtama is opened! Omg, I have been eyeing on that place eversince it started renovating. Must drag the parents + sister there. I'm eager to try it out. Any reviews on that place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrr. Shall get going with movietime with the mother. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224958564343730386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SILIIZnX0NI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-SOC_P6u4vk/s320/noi_doi_by_mynameisusefulidiot_by_simplu_Galati.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;could we go back to before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;editted at 7.47pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG. I'm deliriously happy right now because I've found so many videos of Nigella Lawson's cooking episodes on YouTube! :D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh, the power of uploading. Shall get going to my videos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-522279960081288001?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/522279960081288001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=522279960081288001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/522279960081288001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/522279960081288001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/07/brighter-than-sunshine.html' title='Brighter Than Sunshine'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SILIIZnX0NI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-SOC_P6u4vk/s72-c/noi_doi_by_mynameisusefulidiot_by_simplu_Galati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-1896825732207758103</id><published>2008-07-14T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:00:55.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY EIGHTEENTH ETHAN!&lt;br /&gt;have a good one and don't drive so fast! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;Dumdeedum ,college has begun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable is pretty interesting ,honestly. Mondays are full throttle from 9-5pm (extended to 7pm when Malaysian Studies begin) On Wednesdays , I have a long 4-hour break while on Thursdays, I have an even longer 6-hour break. Amusing, eh? But at least I could go home for a gooood rest . Though, my sister was a lil upset that I couldn't get the timetable she and I were hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter to me, I do like my timetable somehow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I miss my brother once more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of calling it the "MissingtheBullyBrother Blues". OR "MBB Blues". Symptoms would include missing brothers once they leave and would always think that he's at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible cure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kor, today I met someone who looks exactly like you. Darn freaky!"&lt;br /&gt;"Thats nice. I look better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back sooooon :( I miss how you would force me to eat or put your smelly toes near my nose or how you tell mama and papa that I smoke but they wouldn't believe you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, no I do not smoke and hate the smell of it.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, back to watching the tele! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-1896825732207758103?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/1896825732207758103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=1896825732207758103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1896825732207758103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1896825732207758103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/07/outside.html' title='Outside'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8019719387790085260</id><published>2008-07-08T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:03:26.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose</title><content type='html'>Heyho! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right, I should be in college now, following the college tour as inscribed in the itinerary, but due to my lazy nature, I decided to walk back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was college?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the hang of it. Its a big step for me, teehee :) I'm finally a college student, getting her ugly student card soon, and getting RM 1 off my cinema tickets the next time I'm at the movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria somehow reminds me of the foodcourt in Midvalley. Maybe a small portion of it. They have quite a number of selections. Their food is really just average, but its pretty relieving to know that I can count on it for a bite when I'm here. No complains .&lt;br /&gt;I had the waffle yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDU is not very small as what you think. We got lost today, but thank God we were on time. Somehow, the School of Hospitality,Tourism &amp;amp; Culinary Arts (SHTCA) sports professionalism, which I admire! Right now, orientation lasts for the &lt;strong&gt;entire&lt;/strong&gt; week, I kid you not. But, I planned everything in order, so yes, my face would be missing a coupla times over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there's the welcome speeches, trying to make us feel comfortable, and the all ice breaking games which gets us talking. But, worth the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. I've met a very friendly Degree student from Maldives, a very competent chef doing his degree from Sri Lanka, a whole bunch of Chinese students &amp;amp; made a coupla friends who I stick around with, not to mention having Chee Yen &amp;amp; Fateh in the same course as me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I met Choon Seng today as well during his break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life in KDU isn't bad :)&lt;br /&gt;for starters now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems very strict around here, so my bad-girl habits shouldn't get in the way. Especially skipping classes.&lt;br /&gt;See what I'm doing at this very minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have days which require me to be in formal code, so I'm back to hogging my Mum's closet for her officewear. Oh yes, I love to borrow my Mum's and sister's clothes. Whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did I spend my last weekend , stripping off my "Official Bummer" to "College Student FINALLY" title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the retail therapy with my Mum &amp;amp; Sister :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp;amp; I were in OU on Saturday, checking out the Zara sales, and looking for a dress for Mum's dinner next week. I got a pair of heels, since mine was wearing off and coming out, and my first pair of wedges :) all on sale, all with my pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent in the Curve &amp;amp; Ikea. Mum found the cutest dress from Nichii, which brought me &amp;amp; sis shopping as well. I got a blouse and my first pair of three-quarters. I have no idea what got into me when I was buying them because it usually makes me look weird. Cheh liked it, so did Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were shopping till we were dropped dead tired. Cheh had a successful trip, and so did Mum. We manage to get Cheh to the Ikea restaurant and she liked it as well! I'm super glad they still had the ice-cream waiting for me. It would have been sold out by the time we got there usually. Went hunting for furniture before springing over to Ikano and parting ways with Cheh &amp;amp; BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) looking forward to next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8019719387790085260?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8019719387790085260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8019719387790085260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8019719387790085260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8019719387790085260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/07/loose.html' title='Loose'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-3320270417006437371</id><published>2008-07-03T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:59:22.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>Its ze very chilly Thursday evening. Brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday , it was another nostalgic day of visiting the school once more for the new installment of the Prefectorial board . Pretty decent I'd say. It was really good to see the juniors again, some unrecognizable somehow! All in all it was really good. And I just realised my three point-turn is very BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was done, SherRin,Charissa &amp;amp; Weng Hoe drove back to my place before deciding where to go. And as all decisions go, ONE U yet again. We went searching for the other trio before their movie. I was craving for donuts, so Big Apple it was. We sat for a good two hours reminiscing and hearing stories we never heard before, and SherRin's utter HUGE surpise. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still can't get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought half a dozen back for the fatties back home before going back.&lt;br /&gt;And either one of them ate my favourite cinnamon roll doughnut :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Mum is free during the weekend. I miss spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was pretty upset over the rise in price of the Big Apple doughnuts, so I wanted to make my own doughnuts. But, I had not enough oil, and Mum will definitely disapprove of me using the whole bottle of corn oil, so I made cinnamon rolls instead!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218698222194953362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SGyKYhvkjJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YRALQyXVyzY/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm, not too successful actually. The top is a lil crusty, probably because the oven was a little too hot. Shall retry next time. Power of yeast :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and Cheh made this for dinner yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218698229939466482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SGyKY-mAcPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gyvYL0j1p0k/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Its scallops + mushrooms + so many other things she was craving for ,all under one dish!&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned it by the way. Cheh suggested we cook dinner one day and I'm looking forward to that idea :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TAG :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how they relate to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellow by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;and everything you do&lt;br /&gt;yeah they were all yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little hopeful for everything ,I guess :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleepless Nights by Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, yes, I think I'll be having those&lt;br /&gt;when I start worrying about the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your best friends theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So simple by Stacie Orrico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True to life, true to me,&lt;br /&gt;they way its got to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Flight Down by Norah Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One flight down&lt;br /&gt;There's a song on low&lt;br /&gt;And it's been there playing all along&lt;br /&gt;Now you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me Irresponsible by Michael Buble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, call me unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm impractical&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows, I'm inclined to pursue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;But, if it was chasing my ambition, I hope to make the unpredictable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats the best thing about your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hate that I Love You by Rihanna +Ne-Yo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very true :) My friends, all of em, are hard to hate.&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sway by The Perishers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, they do make me sway,&lt;br /&gt;with their antics and traditions of everyway! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hows your life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buona Sera by Michael Buble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hee,Buona Sera actually means Good Evening in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;But all my days have always been great.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk Away by Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not this. Ave Maria please :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if God was One of Us by Jewel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, yea God is great,&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Him by my side, its all said (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends really think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scream by Timbaland + Keri Hilson + Nicole S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, I think they would with the lame+nonsensical behaviour I have ;)&lt;br /&gt;Laughing wise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you make yourself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were Meant for Me by Jewel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The songs makes me happy already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people lust over you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always on My Mind by Michael Buble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, I prefer not to agree. But, it does come to mind sometimes ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come Home by One Republic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song should you strip to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damien Rice-Delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Such a wrong wong to strip to. Period ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your deep dark secret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakdown by Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, no secrets :)&lt;br /&gt;and no comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your mortal enemy's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In The End by Kat DeLuna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always in some trouble&lt;br /&gt;To me life ain't fun unless you're in a good fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't know the lyrics were like this!&lt;br /&gt;But, no offence, Imma chicken who despises fights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunrise by Norah Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm, at least that what I like to think!&lt;br /&gt;But I do pray to be optimistic as I grow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will be played at your wedding&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setting of the Sun by Ben Jelen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And their answers lie in a setting sun,&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons why will remain unknown,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we live our lives 'till we come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I prefer Isnt She Lovely by StevieW or Those Sweet Words by NJ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh. What a way to past time.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-3320270417006437371?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/3320270417006437371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=3320270417006437371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3320270417006437371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3320270417006437371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SGyKYhvkjJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/YRALQyXVyzY/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-4056023353253338467</id><published>2008-06-27T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:11:55.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>Heellooo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently engrossed with Yahoo's articles, and recipe searching to fill up my lil book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a wee-bit productive. I'm enjoying my last few days of holidays, even if it was just staying at home? Hee. But I'm having itchy fingers to try-out some dessert recipes and I've been having weird food cravings at one go. I just tried this carrot cake recipe which is ,to my surprise, turned out pretty good and banana crumble pastry for a special someone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some good time spent with dear Stephie at Kenny Roger's. It was a very good catch up indeed, and I'm hoping to meet up with her again. Its been a long while and cross my fingers our plan will work out, yes Steph? :)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I did get a good look at our old school's hall. Gosh, another building burnt in school? What has the world gone in to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday! Ohmygosh, fun fun fun is all I can say. A day out with SherRin, Dinesh &amp;amp; Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time driving with more than one person in the car. Pretty exhilarating, and my side parking still sucks. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought our tickets for Get Smart and had lunch at Fish &amp;amp; Co. I shall vow never, and I mean NEVER to enter that shop again. Well, I don't think they would want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got pissed at us for taking so long to order and changing our orders once and then, they talked bad about us behind our backs? What service is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. JUST JOKING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their service was excellent, so was their food ! I was in complete dilemma on whether to eat bread from BreadStory or to have their famous fish&amp;amp;chips. Lets just say, the way I left it to fate was pretty lame, not to mention, the shop profitted 10cents . The rest of it is history and shall not be mentioned :) But it was really funfunfun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had quality talking before heading out to the movies. Get Smart fulfilled my expectations abit. It was comedic and entertaining. Gosh, Anne Hathaway has really outdone herself , appearance wise. Totally outgrown from the days of Princess Diaries to TDWP. Laughed myself at every minute of the movie. And who knew , __ became the bad guy,huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we were in full of excitement after getting updates on the new board.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Dinesh, have you found out who the __ was? Seriously, we were going berserk in the middle of the shopping mall . But, like I said, yesterday was really good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought dinner back for the brother&amp;amp;sister and mum's cough drops. :( Mum's pretty sick with the wheezing &amp;amp; cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Back to recipe searching :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-4056023353253338467?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/4056023353253338467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=4056023353253338467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4056023353253338467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4056023353253338467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8426504013400296917</id><published>2008-06-25T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:40:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I screwed up! i screwed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked. The powerpoint slide wasn't there! I was like omgomg. Where's my slide?! so, well, i had no choice, my poor audience had to visualise what i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i'm not penalised for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screw up screwed up again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't even be blogging. I'm having class now. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, goshgosh. My first trip with friends to explore KL. It was so fun! Took loads of pics. :D I have to do that again, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrites, gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till whenever,&lt;br /&gt;lovelove, lilian :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8426504013400296917?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8426504013400296917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8426504013400296917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8426504013400296917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8426504013400296917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-screwed-up-i-screwed-up-omggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-5232400009327278291</id><published>2008-06-20T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:39:08.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Rain</title><content type='html'>Has it been so long?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so silent , that I don't even know how to speak?&lt;br /&gt;Where has the connections gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Something has changed.&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;maybe, I have changed?&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213848788054209762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFtP2TySdOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xZ8jfyyHtps/s320/Hello_Mr_Rain_by_frixin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-5232400009327278291?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/5232400009327278291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=5232400009327278291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/5232400009327278291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/5232400009327278291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/november-rain.html' title='November Rain'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFtP2TySdOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xZ8jfyyHtps/s72-c/Hello_Mr_Rain_by_frixin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-3299290066465326424</id><published>2008-06-20T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:26:32.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dilemma dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i or should i not discuss more about anorexia nervosa victims more than other causes of anorexia nervosa for my presentation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgggg. I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which should be better considering my stand is 'The fashion industry should not be blamed entirely for anoreia nervosa cases'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-3299290066465326424?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/3299290066465326424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=3299290066465326424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3299290066465326424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3299290066465326424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/dilemma-dilemma.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-294279357109218286</id><published>2008-06-18T13:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:32:28.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns &amp; Roses</title><content type='html'>Hellotothejello. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been boredboredbored, as usual. But thank God I'll be starting class soon, or is that not much of a blessing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wee bit too late but, " Happpy Father's Day (15th June), Papa dearest!". :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely counting my blessings twice to have you as my dad Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, Dad's day was spent at church first, before heading to OneUtama for Made of Honour. Dad got free tickets from his friend. The last time I hooked up with the parents for a movie was &lt;a href="http://eyeofheaven.blogspot.com/2007/03/setting-of-sun.html"&gt;Mr Beans Holiday&lt;/a&gt;. I still remember how excited they were, as if it was their first movie yet. Too bad it wasn't the romantic kind. Nyehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say the movie was entertaining, but very predictable. Its one of those romantic comedy chic flicks with the happy endings. If you're in a light mood, then this would be a good movie. And Michelle Monaghan looks a tiny bit like Liv Tyler somehow, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I was in desperate mode to find jeans, so Dad was being kind to go to The Curve and survive us both ladies to our mini shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at dad's favourite place, Ikea's swedish restaurant, since he's been raving about it. Now its our favourite place for reasonable good food. I loved the cinnamon rolls. :)&lt;br /&gt;I headed straight to August 8 and ladyluck (or probably my dad) got me two pairs! :) Mum decided to buy them for me since I'm going to start college soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a few stops, before grocery shopping and heading home.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tiring day and come to think of it, I've been utterly restless for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy morning again! Baked some brownies for my relatives who were coming down from Singapore. When they arrived , we went for lunch at Yu Yi since DJCafe was closed. To our dismay it started pouring and we had to stay in the shop till the rain stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged along with them to One World Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my sense of direction is getting worse, because I took them to the wrong route to the hotel and almost landed ourselves in the KPMG building. My bad ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say this but, holycow the rooms in OW are simply awesome. AWESOME. Interior designs, everything. Nothing you can say no to ,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can definitely guess the next part.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is always fun when you have my aunt &amp;amp; cousin Maryanne around.&lt;br /&gt;Simply crazy, but great. Dinner at Shogun with my family and theirs, along with a friend's family. Hmm, Shogun is not really up to my expectations now, but the food is still goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long tiring day in fact. Came home, chatted and konked out.&lt;br /&gt;They're in Cherating now, joining them again on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213104364271466866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFiqzJFweXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TEG1j6r6svo/s320/200px-Kung_fu_panda_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE. Watched this with Ethan and Chiaw Yee yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, sorry for ditching you guys for lunch. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame but simply hilarious. I laughed at every bit of the movie. I'm definitaly gonna buy the DVD. I'm a big fan of animations, and PANDAS :) oh and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213103493300927762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFiqAceMvRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/PFfgy9408NU/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213103521394123666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFiqCFII45I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zRJHmBAjyhM/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lunch on 10/6.&lt;br /&gt;Miss these old times. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-294279357109218286?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/294279357109218286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=294279357109218286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/294279357109218286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/294279357109218286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/guns-roses.html' title='Guns &amp; Roses'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFiqzJFweXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TEG1j6r6svo/s72-c/200px-Kung_fu_panda_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7827709415103207818</id><published>2008-06-16T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:34:30.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Me In the Eyes</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day in my history that I stayed up the entire night, without even letting my eyelids shut even for a moment and the best part is, i successfully dragged myself through college the entire day, until now, sitting in my college's web (it's where there's lots and lots of computers), typing away on it when i am suppose to be driving home by now, jumping right into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to IT project that now i feel like crap. The fact that i can't even put words in correct order in a sentence when i speak. I feel like i'm lacking so much of sleep. Like just now, in Accounts lesson, gosh, how boring can it get? I fell asleep while staring at the computer screen when Mr. Madhavan was at the front explaining about MYOB. In the end, i didn't understand a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am i here now? Because i have to do some research on a tiny presentation tomorrow. And look, what did i end up doing? Blame it on the sucky connection back home. The connection's history. Comes on and off. It's so bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, i'd better stop rambling and distracting myself and my ass get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Lilian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7827709415103207818?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7827709415103207818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7827709415103207818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7827709415103207818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7827709415103207818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-me-in-eyes.html' title='Look Me In the Eyes'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8081614201906529660</id><published>2008-06-14T16:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:29:44.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkaway</title><content type='html'>For the first time on Thursday, I took the car by myself to Sher Rin's place, and then to OU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, my very first time -alone. I'm still sucky anyway, but at least its a breath of fresh driving air. Oh, my goal was to find jeans but I ended up with "college supplies". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I hosted a dinner for 13 gone-missing-forawhile lovely bunch , all in the good name of catching up and reuniting. Yes, 13 people on Friday the 13th. I just got that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just say, I felt very sorry for my spagetthi which was pretty dry, and felt even more apologetic for the people who ate it. And a total of 6 hours in the kitchen preparing the meal was worth it :) I'm glad to have these people in my life, really. Time and time again, they've never fail to turn up whenever I fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, you know, I admit I do feel detached somehow due to the distance we're at now, and how we don't revolve each other's lives anymore like how we used to in high school. Not that I'm complaining, I guess thats just how life is. We move on - and that part itself is the hardest thing to do. Well, to me, I'm absolutely thankful that we're still close, and heck we can still laugh about the smallest things whever we meet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, you 13 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the&lt;em&gt; four&lt;/em&gt; of you, I promise I'll try. I will really try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I spent the whole day at home. I'm exhausted, that I didn't bring my lazybum to jog this morning with the parents. Napped not long ago, I feel pretty lost, as to how I want to spend my Saturday, when its half gone already. Non productive day, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its movie day tomorrow with the parents. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope they'll bring me out to buy DVDs tonight. I'm movie deprived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moviesmoviesmovies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211664675543066114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFONaOoyJgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oWClHGlKdCQ/s320/200px-Hoursposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pretty old movie.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is based on Virginia Woolf''s Mrs Dalloway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, she's nonfiction.&lt;br /&gt;And Nicole Kidman wore a fake nose to give a much&lt;br /&gt;better portrayal of Virginia.I hardly recognize her.&lt;br /&gt;Its more of a windowed story, like a story in a story.&lt;br /&gt;One is living it, One is reading it, and one is writing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211664679585583698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFONadsmElI/AAAAAAAAAcY/J-cYgbkuzHk/s320/200px-Elorfanato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By far, an intriguing notion, and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't scary at all, but it was more of&lt;br /&gt;how far would someone go to save their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;But the game Laura plays is freakingly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth my two days awaiting for it to finish downloading. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;All these walls are cavin' in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stop my sufferin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate to show that I've lost control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I, I keep goin' right back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To the one thing that I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;muchlove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8081614201906529660?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8081614201906529660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8081614201906529660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8081614201906529660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8081614201906529660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/walkaway.html' title='Walkaway'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SFONaOoyJgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oWClHGlKdCQ/s72-c/200px-Hoursposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7278218373043123660</id><published>2008-06-10T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:25:32.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceptively Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up extra early today to the clingclang noises from my sister who was getting ready for college. All the best, Cheh :)&lt;br /&gt;Such a gloomy weather it was, and right now, its sunny sunny . I would say, a good day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Mum had her day in and wanted to take my brother shopping. Before that, he had a trip to the doctor's for his uncured cough. Yeesh. Followed Mum to run a few errands and dropped by Cat's Whiskers in DU to have a look see at the new stocks. They're pretty much chic and the usuals normally found in CW, I manage to get a top but sadly, no jeans. :( Got some treats from izzi and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I know my brother is picky but OMG he was so fussy over jeans. Makes me laugh somehow. He is usally quiet but we spent the entire time in OU just shopping for his jeans. Funny I tell you this boy. But he did get one, not really the one he wants. Mum is taking him for a second trip on Friday. Had early dinner at Ms Reads, which I'm sorry to say, was a total rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the blackberry apple crumble. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it should be our last trip there. Even our dinner at Chilli's last Saturday was far much better. Oh, and did I mention my mum is a camera lover? Unfortunately, Dad &amp;amp; Bro hates the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;And she thinks CristianoRonaldo is "rocking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210072204786490930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SE3lEOxvXjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/TfIdbRxLzaw/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210072195377158482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SE3lDruYWVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZzNo4jSg1HM/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm off to OU again to meet up with some people who have been MIA-ing for a while. I've missed them so much, gossh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully ladyluck is with me to find my good pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210072211264048706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SE3lEm6HDkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PqpI_UrvnUo/s320/Secrets_Left_by_Rachel_Watson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your sweet voice calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;As I stare from a six foot cell&lt;br /&gt;And from beyond I heard the words&lt;br /&gt;Deceptively yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been such a while, but that feeling still lingers.&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder, how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7278218373043123660?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7278218373043123660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7278218373043123660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7278218373043123660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7278218373043123660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/deceptively-yours.html' title='Deceptively Yours'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SE3lEOxvXjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/TfIdbRxLzaw/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7429280700269682618</id><published>2008-06-04T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:23:26.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Else</title><content type='html'>Mm, the smell of 'chang' is sifting through the air. Grams is up early since its the 'season'/'festival' now. I don't really adore it, but I do love her homemade 'he be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent with half the bunch at Sunway Lagoon. Its been 1000 years since I've gone there, and the rides pretty much still exhilarates me. I had tons of fun, as usual when these people are around. :) And OMG, you should see E*'s face when we told him w were going on the Lost City Ride. HAHA. I can never forget it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact we took an hour to get home after much turning and winding about the roads.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in KL for a while. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the usual church, but a much smaller crowd today, then Indian Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I tagged along with Mum to Sunway Pyramid. I was still exhausted from the day before so not much of shopping done. I backed out from the Pasar Malam trip too at the last minute cause my body was just sticking to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty monotonous week ahead. Might follow the parents for two weddings on Sunday, and thats all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much brighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KORKOR IS BACK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap! He called on Monday informing us that his school was letting his batch off for holidays before flying to Terengganu. I'm beyond happy to have him home, I gave him a super big hug at the airport, which was weird. I don't really know why I missed him so much this time round when he went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, is it me or is LCCT freezing cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before picking him up, I made a very early dinner, salsa. MMM.&lt;br /&gt;Followed Dad to OU to pick up a few groceries for Korkor. Great bonding time with the Dad. Got dinner for mum, and went to Atria to pick up my anti virus. Sadly, there's no variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so skinny now. It was kinda hard for me to recognize him. But oh well!&lt;br /&gt;At least he's back! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207829518714660658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SEXtWuHH5zI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TW2fEBWpix8/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somehow i know that we cant wake again from this dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not real, but it's ours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7429280700269682618?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7429280700269682618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7429280700269682618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7429280700269682618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7429280700269682618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-one-else.html' title='No One Else'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SEXtWuHH5zI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TW2fEBWpix8/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-382818943537269849</id><published>2008-05-30T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:30:36.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD90j8g-4qI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YOPezSkk2YM/s1600-h/7012f712042698ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206007855152292514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD90j8g-4qI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YOPezSkk2YM/s320/7012f712042698ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jazz feeling has suddenly attach to me. I've been repeating Michael Buble' &amp;amp; Norah Jones on my playlist all morning. It does create a happy vibe in me, something I've not felt for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;After all the tacky problems I've faced, this is one thing to be happy about, at least I did overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon was spent with Kar May &amp;amp; Khei Sze. Totally missed Chiaw Yee's presence. Poor girl is caught up with exams coming up. *hope you don't stress out too much,dearie!&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent at home, and off to meet the small bunch at William's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the Beadie outing :) Had tons and tons of fun. We basically covered the whole of OU and boy, was she a happy shopper .Hee. Manage to get a top on sale from PA. No luck in finding jeans &amp;amp; a denim skirt. Had absolutely late lunch @ Sushi Zanmai. Mmm, sobaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good catch up, wasn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was spent at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Dad took us for a nice dinner @ Sakae Sushi. More Japanese. Its been awhile since we had a good family dinner. After all, we were pretty busy with the wedding &amp;amp; parents having work. On the way there, I kept being weird , and my sister did entertain me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs, effects of the very long holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had cold soba noodles &amp;amp; chawanmushi, of which I got lectured for. It was a good family time together. We went walking around for a little while. Cheh had cheesecake cravings, which brought us to Secret Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about the free half dozen Big Apple doughnuts yesterday! :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that there is at least one more in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have an eye on that MNG jeans which could burn a hole in my pocket. But it was lovelyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that and bummed around with Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there's this new tab in the Yahoo Services called &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Gosh, I can safely say I spent the whole morning just browsing through that site, while playing Super Text Twist :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its specially for the ladies, do check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow :) LIL! I'm crossing my fingers real hard for you kay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tagged by Rinnnny .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Btw, CONGRATS TO YOU MY DEAR. :) Proud of you. *love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. At the end of the post the player than tags 5 people and posts their names, than goes to their blogs and leave a comment, letting them know they got tagged and ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago (1998)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Playing Barbie Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Playing dress-up in Mum's clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Going over to Ah Kong's house to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Wearing dresses everyday ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Teevee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Sims2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Research (HEE :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Pack for tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Nigella Lawson @ 8pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Yoghurt + Fruit Smoothies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Dark Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Oatmeal Raisin Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Apple Crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Starbucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Spend it on a very good holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Divide among my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Of course, you always have to give back to society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Save it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Probably faint?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Biting my fingernails. (Disgusting as it may seem, its worse when I'm nervous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Think too much.&lt;br /&gt;3) Messing up my bed after making it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Never following my to-do list / shopping list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Driving on the wrong side of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Feel free. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-382818943537269849?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/382818943537269849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=382818943537269849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/382818943537269849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/382818943537269849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-i.html' title='You &amp; I'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD90j8g-4qI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YOPezSkk2YM/s72-c/7012f712042698ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2002512292521584888</id><published>2008-05-29T09:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:19:12.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I Could</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Backtrack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23rd May : Tan Family Dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its the final day of being a bachelor for my uncle YH. But, to my utter surprise, he wasn't sad at all. His smile was plastered on is face the whole night, he must be simply excited to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad didn't join us since he had work piling up, so Grams,Cheh,Mum &amp;amp; I carpooled with my granduncle to his place. He donned his car in lovely shades of purple ribbons, I just wished he would keep it there on the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While waiting for the rest to come, Cheh and I went jakunning around the house, snapping pictures (It was Cheh's first time). Needless to say, we ADORED the house, especially with the wall colours &amp;amp; the walkin wardrobe. We even took a nice stroll around the neighbourhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn, do these people have a lot of cha-ching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One house with a Lotus Elise &amp;amp; a Porcshe 911? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O.M.G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, everyone started arriving and the feast begun. Its just like a CNY reunion dinner, but we were all hyped up for the big event the next day. We left at about 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205605738839204210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4G1sg-4XI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ucFlxoXpORg/s320/IMG_7093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205605743134171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4G18g-4YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/alMSSI2V2JU/s320/IMG_7113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Sexy Ah Kong, always shirtless.&lt;br /&gt;And always calling us "Bodohbodoh".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He missed my brother alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205605751724106130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4G2cg-4ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wWfomRGW_Lg/s320/IMG_7105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man of the hour.&lt;br /&gt;See that smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The.Whole.Night.Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205605760314040738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4G28g-4aI/AAAAAAAAAZo/naJDoi-eTsk/s320/IMG_7136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favourite room in the house, the music room.&lt;br /&gt;With Norah Jones playing in the background.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205605760314040754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4G28g-4bI/AAAAAAAAAZw/OXQiaZHjvRM/s320/IMG_7130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cousinnn Derrick &amp;amp; I.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th May : Wedding Bells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dad woke us up at a very dark 6.30am and with half eyes closed literally, I dragged myself up to bathe. Cheh woke up after I was done. I spent an hour fiddling around with my hair. Finally, Mum decided to use the flower on on me. There was a perfectly good reason for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See, alot of people haven't seen us in a while. So they end up confusing me with Cheh, meaning, ME BEING OLDER. So, the flower seems like "innocence", perfect to show that I'm the youngest. And, my hair was too thick &amp;amp; I didn't want to be fiddling with my hair during the entire ceremony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, the uncles gathered at our place and we left with Dad being the road leader. Three cars eventually lost their way when we were already in Kajang, so Dad and Uncle YT decided to search for them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh, memories of the Holy Family Church in Kajang. :) just so you know, this was the church I went to when I was in NS on Sundays. At the very last week of the programme, they treated us to a scrumptious meal. Mmhmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyhoo, everyone was at church and the groom's entourage with the bride's were present.&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit at the front row because Mum + Dad were the witnesses to the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the ceremony, short and sweet. And my uncle gave a her a small peck &amp;amp; a BIG hug when he lifted up the veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He thought that the Kissing-the-Bride moment were only in movies.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, finally, Ah Ma's youngest son is married legally. :D&lt;br /&gt;It was snapsnapsnap time. The professional photographer,Jon, was seriously running all around gathering families &amp;amp; friends to be in the picture. Aunt Winnie looked soo gorgeous! Normally, she's very laid back so this was a big change when she wore her lovely dress and killer heels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205610407468655042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4LFcg-4cI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4mIH8Zy6Rq4/s320/IMG_7148.JPG" border="0" /&gt; His Bestman came all the way from Shanghai . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205616360293327506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4Qf8g-4pI/AAAAAAAAAbg/nOg5MoOYszs/s320/IMG_7149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Family Picture, minus KorKor :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad suggested to take a family portrait in the studio when he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205610411763622354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4LFsg-4dI/AAAAAAAAAaA/7fnCTmwPWts/s320/IMG_7163.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Exchange of rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205610416058589666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4LF8g-4eI/AAAAAAAAAaI/xDC0hCj5VfA/s320/IMG_7171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ecstatic newlyweds. Lovelay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, the groom's entourage + the bride went back to my uncle's house for some "house-entering" tradition (she has to enter the house right after 1pm ) while AhKong + us proceeded to the hotel. Since Cheh &amp;amp; I had to help out later, we got to eat first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, the spread was very small for hi-tea and not very good either. Wouldn't recommend it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, after eating and resting, the both of us had to be at the registration booth. Aunt Winnie's sister, also the wedding planner, had these lil heart shape papers for people to write messages for the newlyweds and hung them on a lil cherry blossom tree. Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We saw relatives we haven't seen in a long while, and of course, the family bonds.&lt;br /&gt;The whole afternoon was simple, but definitely wonderful because of the company and the families from both sides simply bonding together. Perfect :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205613396765893122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4Nzcg-4gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/6YD9cnK-dVk/s320/IMG_7204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheh &amp;amp; I at the booth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to love her dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205613401060860434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4Nzsg-4hI/AAAAAAAAAag/uVZqrVzUcUs/s320/IMG_7238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  Small fraction of the Extended side of the Tans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205613405355827762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4Nz8g-4jI/AAAAAAAAAaw/IZFbq6clhfo/s320/IMG_7243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My cutesie lil Devil, Ryannnn! :D&lt;br /&gt;He's only shy for 5 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205613409650795074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4N0Mg-4kI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pNbHp-VYwWo/s320/IMG_7240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His self procllaimed girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205615213537059426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4PdMg-4mI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gnAdP3LeP7M/s320/IMG_7248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Effects of waking up at 6.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205615213537059442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4PdMg-4nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b_93bLhcxr8/s320/IMG_7231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One thing about the Louis sisters - VAIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After cleaning up a lil, the groom's side of the family proceeded to the house for the tea ceremony. Being the youngest, he had to serve tea to so many family members. Hee, funnay I tell you. He never imagined doing it, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205615217832026754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4Pdcg-4oI/AAAAAAAAAbY/KQw2VLl9E9M/s320/IMG_7257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA. Dad and the tea ceremony. ;)&lt;br /&gt;His first time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are way too many pictures, and I dont want to upload all of them. I'm waiting for the studio shots and the professional's pictures. But all in all, the wedding was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my thoughts of well wishes &amp;amp; a blessed journey ahead goes to my favourite uncle + aunt. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;muchlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2002512292521584888?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2002512292521584888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2002512292521584888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2002512292521584888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2002512292521584888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/wish-i-could.html' title='Wish I Could'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SD4G1sg-4XI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ucFlxoXpORg/s72-c/IMG_7093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-579622549890423798</id><published>2008-05-24T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:57:09.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Easy Way Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDf_bMg-4WI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bBrP8Bxir1g/s1600-h/IMG_7192s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203908737131012450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDf_bMg-4WI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bBrP8Bxir1g/s320/IMG_7192s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, alot of running around these last two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Uncle Yeow Heng + Aunty Winnie are joined in matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;Had tons of fun for the entire event. Updates soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I just wannna soak my feet in some hot water and watch DVDs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the kind souls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every sweet message,&lt;br /&gt;For every honest opinion made,&lt;br /&gt;For all of your concerns,&lt;br /&gt;For not forejudging me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sincerely&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to express it enough, but I hope it conveys. Your support has mended my tortured soul greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tough, but I'm&lt;strong&gt; getting&lt;/strong&gt; through with it. Sweet loves to all of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil, I owe you big time. Thank you, ever so much. Tuesday, yes? :)&lt;br /&gt;Loveyoumuchos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-579622549890423798?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/579622549890423798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=579622549890423798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/579622549890423798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/579622549890423798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-easy-way-down.html' title='No Easy Way Down'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDf_bMg-4WI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bBrP8Bxir1g/s72-c/IMG_7192s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-1626389332336552323</id><published>2008-05-20T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:25:07.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDD1a0n1FPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/az5L-EECLxk/s1600-h/I_Surrender____by_gONZOm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201927410764027122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDD1a0n1FPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/az5L-EECLxk/s320/I_Surrender____by_gONZOm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must express, that I pray that you will not judge me after reading this post because I'm dealing with this problem slowly.&lt;br /&gt;After hiding myself under the shell ever since I came back, I thought I should vent out my long-kept thoughts &amp;amp; feelings about the one true issue I've been dealing with for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Please bare with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, I do not seek self pity or any form of attention . And this isn't any intention of bragging because it wasn't anything that made me happy but hey, a lesson is learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Big time. But, if you choose to comment, please let it be an honest one. :) Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So typical. Every other girl I know would kill to find any solution to rid one of girl's most hated enemy : flabs. You would be thinking, " God, this girl is mad posting up about the weight loss and making such a comprehensive big deal out of all of this". I'm sorry but I've kept this bottled up for too long and knowing I have this to look back at, I knew I would be doing this eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I admit the fact I'm making a big deal out of all of this. But I never knew that there would be consequences that destroy you mentally. Okay, destroy was abit exaggerated. Maybe influence, affect or brainwash? Either one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I didn't give a nut when it came to this issue. It was easy : moderation. That was two years ago. Last year, maybe due to the ongoing stress or growth/puberty, I managed to lose some . That made me all the happier. But something still hung in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did lose some weight at camp.So, since I was entirely free after that, I could do something about the weight. I was already in healthy mode when I got back . When some people did comment , I would shyly put myself in denial and tell you that I didn't lose any weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, through my already deranged mind, I could raise my intentions to lose more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the entire first month, I layed off, as in almost completely wiped out bread or anything complex from my meal. The only thing I feasted on were fruits,veges, and meat. Even ice-cream/chocolate/sweet temptations cannot befall on my platter because that would just mean my plans are ruined. Then, the strainous body sit-ups &amp;amp; leg ups went on close to 3 digits a day, plus jogging whenever I can when my dad was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even took up the time to surf the net for good healthy diets that would suit me, even switching to low'calorie/low'carb/low everything to boost up the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, it was April, and I got used to the fact that anything other than the three solely named "healthy &amp;amp; non guilty" foods would be my enemy. I could only chomp on them once a week and that would be my reward. The exercises went on. My parents never noticed anything amiss, until I became obsessed with the weighing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit to silently crying when I felt helpless on why I just couldn't do anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whenever there were these hi-teas/big dinners/ whatever not, I pushed myself even harder for exercises and laying off anything heavy or light the next day so that my body will consume energy stored the day before. I even did that with my Saigon trip,to be honest. I thought I was plainfully right all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, this month, my obsession was still holding on and I continued the routine. I made my body compromise with the new deed I'm doing before my parents let out a huge lecture about my sick doings &amp;amp; how my sister poked my stomach day-to-day for the past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Ever since you gave up on food,something ate your jovial self. You never smile anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Ma, Bie has absolutely no stomach"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"You don't love food anymore, do you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard them everyday for the past week. Even my DAD questioned me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"When are you going to stop?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assure, I didn't want to stop. Its like a hoarseful voice telling me I should keep going. But just last night, I knew something was bothering me, and I'm glad I knew what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already &lt;strong&gt;brainwashed&lt;/strong&gt; by the fact that everything to me would make me fatter the next day and that the flabs would increase day by day. I distanced myself from others just so that I won't be tempted. I start to worry &amp;amp; sweat when I see the bulge right after eating a meal, thinking this shouldn't be happening. I look at my reflection every second of the day to see my tummy and resented &amp;amp; got angry at myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what my Mum said was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see myself in a happier place, because I'm caught up in this dark room where all that exists are the only words to continue losing all I can. I lost my happier self, my jovial mood and everything between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my thoughts are just so messed up, I begin to search for other ways to make me happier but it just wouldnt work. Whenever I stood up, my head would be swinging from side to side and I could have easily passed out once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself think that if I did put on the kilos back,&lt;strong&gt; I won't be the same.&lt;/strong&gt; When clearly enough, I'm not the same right at this moment. I can easily say the last two months weren't anything happy for me because I had to dispatch almost everything I love just so that I won't have this running guilt up against me. Even when my dearie came for our catchup sessions and said she was doing a paper on eating disorder, she could even tell me that I showed some of the signs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I foolishly put it on deaf ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even my uncle, who can be sarcastic at times, had the nudge to tell me to put on the weight back because I looked "scrawny". I know it was exaggerated, I'm not in any of that form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I'm completely retaliated and defenseless for what has caused me to do all of this these last two months. I ate my own body up. I always felt lethargic, weak, moodless, thus the emotional parts at the end of my posts. My mind is completely turned 360 degrees to what I've been doing, thinking it was right when it was downright wrong all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up big time because not only costed me my self-esteem, but my fear of eating suddenly became attached together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, does yoghurt cheesecake sound good to you? I answered yes.&lt;br /&gt;Does chocolate strawberry cake sound good to you? I answered not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I'm a chocolate lover and that answer &lt;strong&gt;stunned &lt;/strong&gt;my sister more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; have been rail thin, but being at this stage doesnt require you to be in that condition, thats why "nervosa" is added to aneroxia. And no, I wasn't aneroxic. I won't comply with that reality, (well I amost did, maybe). Its the mind that boggles up everything to thinking you're doing something right when you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may be practicing the diet above and hey, it works well for you and I am the only person making such a big fuss about how nonsensical this paragraph is. But, not all diets work for anyone, and hell maybe weight loss isn't for everyone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising this made me understand how much time it takes for someone to kick themselves out of the bad habits they've been keeping. Somehow, at this age, everyone would be happily jollying the fact that they are still teens &amp;amp; still growing up and how the terms "Enjoying Life " &amp;amp; "Living Life to the Fullest" should be our motto because life is indeed good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I made the worst decision of all, taking a toll on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I will get myself out of this dark room &amp;amp; see the greener grass on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;What made me realise all of this, was definitely God's words through my parents and&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that He made me who I am, and thus my image would reflect His image onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I cannot erase that, never.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabrina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-1626389332336552323?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/1626389332336552323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=1626389332336552323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1626389332336552323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1626389332336552323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/voice-within.html' title='The Voice Within'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDD1a0n1FPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/az5L-EECLxk/s72-c/I_Surrender____by_gONZOm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-4777940007708946516</id><published>2008-05-18T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:24:54.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low</title><content type='html'>Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My youngest uncle ( referred as Ku Ku, in Hokkien meaning the youngest) and his wife-to-be, Aunt Winnie, got engaged in traditional Hokkien procedures. My uncle had to buy roasted pork &amp;amp; hand over his dowry to the bride's father as a sign of respect &amp;amp; sort of a permission to marry his daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum &amp;amp; I were eager to spectate this because this tradition is fast depleting and since he was hosting one, we decided to follow. After the handing over of the dowry, they pay respects to the bride's deceased family members, asking them to bless their union &amp;amp; to feast with them at the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly I'm no fan of the traditional food so I ate really little. But we did get some Hokkien sweets which are rarely found and costed Aunt Winnie's dad a bomb to have it made. We proceeded to Cheras to send the engagement gifts over to close relaives before going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the camera died on us, mainly my fault because it fell onto the floor and now, it could be said to be in critical condition (camera's term : repair).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201734888854983874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDBGUkn1FMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EGoixUPWahM/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201734897444918482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDBGVEn1FNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4cC4gEIArEk/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, I took a ride to OU to have the camera checked. Could cost us the price of a new camera if we were to repair it, but we decided to give it a shot and decide on keeping it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home for a short rest, then Dad &amp;amp; Mum headed over to the neighbour's palce for some potluck while I stayed in because Wind Chill was showing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an utter disappointment though! I thought I would be seeing more scares &amp;amp; hair raising encounters but for the full hour of the movie, it was about Emily Blunt + The leading male actor sarcastically yelling at each other because of the route taken and how he's not from Delaware &amp;amp; who should stay in the car &amp;amp; what to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up in the middle and decided to join my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, this potluck thing is the third time this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this Desperate Housewives-sort-of-vibe when I was there. Its all about the secrets about our neighbourhood, and some very interesting &amp;amp; locally famous people living right opposite the row of houses from mine. Seriously, I had no idea! The whole potluck was at such, that the ladies were gossiping in the dining hall, while the men were at the living hall with the liquor. Of course, Dad didn't touch a single drop of it. I wouldn't mind joining in the next one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church on a very gloomy Sunday morning. What's more, the drivers on the road are really inconsiderate, trying to play a fool with me since I'm on P. And there was an exceptionally large crowd at today's service. Breakfast was at Taman Tun before returning home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my sister up, and us ladies had our girls session today. First, Cheh had her haircut, which really changed her look. Instead of the flattened straight hair, she has the puffed up smooth look. And knowing my sister who is EXTREMELY picky about her hair, she just went on and on about how good it looked while we were shopping at OU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got myself a pair of skinny jeans which didn't cost me alot :D ahhh,extremely satisfied that my mission was accomplished. Sister had no luck finding her dress for the wedding, while Mum had a good deal of tops today. She's always lucky on our trips. Dinner was pretty late at Canton-i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloated, thats all I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very good Sunday indeeed :) bt I shall not shop anymore. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korkorrrr. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whyohwhy can't you come home next week?I've missed your seriously nutty crankiness.&lt;br /&gt;please come homeeee, then I can drive you around and show you my better-than-your-driving skills and let you watch my own version of cooking shows and show you how bored I've been for the past two months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201738801570190562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDBJ4Un1FOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zJoVb5wrCKI/s320/Dream_by_saggiman14.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-4777940007708946516?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/4777940007708946516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=4777940007708946516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4777940007708946516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4777940007708946516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/low.html' title='Low'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SDBGUkn1FMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EGoixUPWahM/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-684896526105986205</id><published>2008-05-16T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:43:57.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Kiss</title><content type='html'>Liliaaannnnn! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh and I are currently watching Jeff Dunham on Ares, simply because there's nothing interesting on the tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been making a mess in the kitchen over the last few days. I tried lemon souffle, meringues, molten cakes &amp;amp; crepes. The only successful experiment was the meringue. Crepes are hard to deal with, molten cakes weren't sweet enough and the souffle tasted weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now the next step would be lemon meringue pie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad went for his medical check-up and came back with a new instrument- a syringe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Dad's sugar level isn't decreasing and his doctor says its probably due to insulin conditions. So, he has to take some injections around his belly. Its pretty scary though. And he has to make the effort to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we (Cheh,Kor &amp;amp; I) have to watch our sugar intake since we're most likely bound to have diabetes as it is hereditary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good talk over coffee with my landdownunder boy. He's put on some muscle weight and down right still cannot get over his music fetish. I even had a chance to pen down a few lines for his guitar gig :) will post it up when I get it. We had small talks, alot of music preferences and alot of our ongoings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mixed the salt in his coffee instead of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;No idea how that could ever happen, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care , retardo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my sis &amp;amp; I  do whenever he's not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201001458764682402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SC2rRUn1FKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r_A3pbOKKWI/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lipstick for men;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quote, Joey Tribianni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-684896526105986205?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/684896526105986205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=684896526105986205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/684896526105986205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/684896526105986205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-last-kiss.html' title='One Last Kiss'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SC2rRUn1FKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r_A3pbOKKWI/s72-c/Image083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6567659803167968762</id><published>2008-05-14T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:17:44.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night was simply great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a very long while indeed, and I'm truly thankful for our friendship after all these years. I'd kill to go back to the old times. And after so long, we still have a nick for spooky stories as well as Sims! Hee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll miss you dearly when you leave for your scholarship. But, we'll definitely do the Bangsar trip and hopefully I could drive you there this time. And I hope you liked the little gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks a heap for last night! muchlove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it me, or is the whole world you know suddenly disappearing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dearies, where are you? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067007025058962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SCpZZEn1FJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/U9JPX5iSWWs/s320/autumn__s_breathe_by_Lucem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Summer just didn't become my summer anymore,&lt;br /&gt;when you stole the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;and gave me rain instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6567659803167968762?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6567659803167968762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6567659803167968762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6567659803167968762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6567659803167968762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-night-was-simply-great-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SCpZZEn1FJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/U9JPX5iSWWs/s72-c/autumn__s_breathe_by_Lucem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8629089771307861528</id><published>2008-05-11T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:27:19.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Room</title><content type='html'>For the one I call Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198971426808326354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SCZ096RQ6NI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Fr9VyNEnDA8/s320/CIMG1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for not giving up on me when I do the utmost silliest mistakes, and being patient with me. Thank you for always sharing your thoughts, and being my shopping partner in crime whenever I needed a fix. And thank you, for always &lt;strong&gt;believing&lt;/strong&gt; in me [and not my driving ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day, SuperMama :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing to update about, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty much a routine, and it only involves the computer and TV most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just like last week, market in the morning. Except for the change of vehicle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove Mum's Persona since Cheh had class.Mum says my handling for both cars vary, and she doesn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my eyebrow appointment, then lunch at home. Dad took us to Bangsar as it was our very &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time. No joke. We only went to BSC and not Telawi :( I was hoping to get a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a very expensive grocery shopping. Seriously, the prices are marked up around here. But they had a whole lot of imported stuff around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to take a rest, and everyone except Dad went to Pantai Seafood for Uncle's gathering to meet his soon-to-be bride's family. Didn't eat much since I can't take much seafood. But I did get a whole series of lectures from the uncle &amp;amp; grandma for my own good to this condition I'm having right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to church, with the HANDBREAK UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I hope Mum &amp;amp; Cheh have plans to go out later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lethargic &amp;amp; a lil moodless right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update with the movie post next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198971431103293666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SCZ0-KRQ6OI/AAAAAAAAAYA/eB4EUH7pgYw/s320/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Damien Rice sings repeatedly on my ipod. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sat on a floor in a grey grey mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where I stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all that I write is a grey grey tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D.R ; greyroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8629089771307861528?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8629089771307861528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8629089771307861528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8629089771307861528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8629089771307861528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/grey-room.html' title='Grey Room'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SCZ096RQ6NI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Fr9VyNEnDA8/s72-c/CIMG1745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-4683792497952029220</id><published>2008-05-09T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:16:42.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked on the pavement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking step by step with the slippers beneath the sole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The road was clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was safe to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My knees hit the ground, on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The slippers strap broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barefooted while walking back to my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met scary people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drop all my stuff on the way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a way to start the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The camry cut into the lane, hit the brakes on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was at a safe distance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The destination requires me to keep left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steered the wheel to face left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The camry stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hit the brakes just right at that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;swear if my car moved another inch it'll be kissing the camry's ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The white car sped and was still speeding towards the junction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought it was going to dash out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swerved to the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A long fierce honk was heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Realised there was a car on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The car brake on time to avoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was so close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So close to getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silence speak louder than words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silence was all there was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Search.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dissapoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Furious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-4683792497952029220?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/4683792497952029220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=4683792497952029220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4683792497952029220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4683792497952029220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-bow.html' title='Take a bow.'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6394266035151155697</id><published>2008-05-04T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:48:31.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Legal 18th, Sher Rin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(3rd May)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hugs&amp;amp;kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good weekend I'd say :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was mainly at home because I was down with a very bad flu and my sister had faringitis. The weirdest thing was, she was astonished by the diagnosis and it was her favourite word yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had the best nap since foreverrr. Flu really takes it outta you I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad &amp;amp; I went to church as usual. Mum was completely wiped out and exhausted from her midnight shift she had to cover. I was undecided for breakfast, and since there can't be last minute decisions when I'm driving, I drove home and ate leftovers from dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manage to catch Happy Feet ( I know, SLOW. ) Ahh, so flippity-floppity-do. They're so adorable, but penguins are rather fragile, no? I can't believe the message could be passed on so quickly, just by their dance in front of humans? Then again, its a movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played a lil Sims 2 while Mum prepared dinner. After that, we went to OU just for a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least it was a satisfying trip. Had a share of Mum's apple pie and coffee at Dome. Good choice I'd say. Came home before dinner and now, I'm about to catch Dr Seuss's Horton Hears a Who?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anybody interested in buying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sims 2 Kitchen &amp;amp; Bath Interior Design?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm selling the DVD game for RM 10, down from RM 15.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave your message if you do want it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FCFS basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, I miss food very much and I &lt;strong&gt;can't &lt;/strong&gt;take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel unsatisfied, yet I'm being eaten up inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only a handful will know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, I miss you Kor! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the &lt;strong&gt;tears&lt;/strong&gt; come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you lose something you &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196518478190898834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SB2-BglSbpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/btei-5buF3Q/s320/3db2300f468a880e54b42966ea641178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;muchlove*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6394266035151155697?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6394266035151155697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6394266035151155697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6394266035151155697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6394266035151155697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/coldplay.html' title='Coldplay'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SB2-BglSbpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/btei-5buF3Q/s72-c/3db2300f468a880e54b42966ea641178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-3022151140539502131</id><published>2008-05-02T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:13:05.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195599389549293138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBp6HglSblI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cknVGMdLJvs/s320/IMG_4321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Paps! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for everything, and I mean everything.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,hugs&amp;amp;kisses ,Bie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner was at The Ship yesterday for an early celebration. Food was just as good, though Mum said it was much better before. Service was excellent, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My brother looks Japanese here.freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got a good phone call a few days ago. After a year of missing in action, it was a very good catch up indeed. Everything will work out fine, doh. It'll fall into place in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That call made me begin to reminisce yesteryear and hell, I miss it too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause back then, we would see each other everyday for 5 days and the story never changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its always fixed, our early morning crack ups to make sure we stay awake for class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How we'd sneak food back into class, our Hello Panda munchies, pancakes,BARNYARD!, all the very eye-soring/gay moments we have to put up , how we used to annoy our teachers because we were noisy birds, our ongoing concerns &amp;amp; stress over absolutely everything, the emotional moments where we just sleep it off and not talk about it till someone begs the crap outta you, our singing of sentimental songs (the scientist, timeless)which never end, our sneaky ways to get out of class and abusing our authority (Hah, Weng Hoe!) and how I dropped Physics and stoned in the lab with them entertaining me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I remembered vividly, Wei Kit called me up to ask about Physics Peka and how I explained everything I heard from Pn.S to him, with him ending the conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Ohmygod, I forgot, you don't take Physics!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, of course, our Friday hangouts at Atria! Gosh, we never got sick of that place, and how we hopped over to Victoria Music Station (?) to check out the latest CDs from a particular band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Btw, do you still love them, Chiaw Yee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I still remember our super long Biology Peka procedures for the damn potometer which we never fail to memorise (24 steps) for every.single.exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still miss it, and laugh about it whenever it comes across my mind. Those were the high school days, and it just feels like it still is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two movies down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195609203549564514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBqDCwlSbmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MjmnusI6r5w/s320/overherdeadbody_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm, I did enjoy it a lil, but it was like&lt;br /&gt;any other romantic comedy, similar to 27 Dresses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195609212139499122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBqDDQlSbnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6brmVx_mHuc/s320/theotherboleyngirl_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I preferred this much more :)&lt;br /&gt;Really dramatic, and I think NatalieP &amp;amp; ScarlettJ&lt;br /&gt;do appear much as sisters in appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this is a very true story. But, very good adaptation I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By the way, I think its between The Slit-Mouthed Woman or Ouija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen SMW? &lt;a href="http://www.budiey.com/slit-mouthed-woman-japanese-horror-thriller/"&gt;*click!&lt;/a&gt; scared the wits outta me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-3022151140539502131?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/3022151140539502131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=3022151140539502131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3022151140539502131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3022151140539502131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBp6HglSblI/AAAAAAAAAWk/cknVGMdLJvs/s72-c/IMG_4321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2117080067163003859</id><published>2008-05-01T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:46:17.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195290139019079058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBlg2wlSbZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aBp6cpZAGB8/s320/IMG_7041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day One.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We touched down at Tan Son Nhat Airport,Ho Chih Minh City, at about 7.00pm, local time. I was bloated from the air travel &amp;amp; full from the yummy chicken ham sandwich. We (Mum,Aunt Kaye,Aunt Nuri &amp;amp; I ) took a shuttle to our hotel, Thanh Long Tan , in the heart of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me stress, the minute you're in HCM City, the first thing you'll see is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Motorcycles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And LOTS, I mean LOADS of 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, cars are terribly expensive in Vietnam. Even if its a family of five or six, the cheaper, or more reasonable mode of transportation is the bike. And four to five lanes will be taken up by 100 motorcycles each time. Its wild madness, I tell you. Makes me appreciate the roads and our national cars here back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel is a two-star low budget, which you can find abundantly around the city. They are much cheaper , less than US$ 50 per night. Normally, these hotels would be sandwiched between blocks of offices or buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we unloaded our bags, and went down to see the night market. HCM City is a shopping haven, but I'd say Bangkok/Phuket is much better. Alot of imitations and handicrafts. The currency used is 'Dong' or VND. For our local currency, RM 1 is 5,000 Dong. So, much of the things needed to be bargained, and these people definitely don't give in easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195292758949129762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBljPQlSbiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/HPw7Wmjh06Y/s320/CIMG2129.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Streets of Vietnam at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so beat, had a good long bath in the tub and slept off.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was at the hotel, bread &amp;amp; eggs. They don't have the usual breakfast buffets, mind you its a two star hotel. Since Vietnam used to be under the French, they serve baguettes :) Tasted absolutely good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop -Ben Thanh Market, the shopping district. The stuff they sell is repetitive, as in one long roa of stalls, selling the same things. Difference is, whether you can get your bargain. It was pretty early in the morning, and they believe in morning luck, which means, if we're the first customers and we buy alot of stuff, it also means luck to them for good sales throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that, these traders (mostly women) do all they can to get you to their shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including pulling and dragging your hand to their shop, slapping your butt and even offering kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were utterly uncomfortable with their antics, seriously. Aunt Kaye is from NZ and she's a plus size, so these people don't really know how to address her with hospitality, and kept on calling her Biglady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so abd for her. How can these people be so unwelcoming. In return, Aunt Kaye never visited their shops. Good for her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking a few rounds, we headed out for coffee. Mmm, Vietnamese coffee is undoubtly popular and theirs is usually flavoured. Mum and I bought the ready made packs to bring home, Hazelnut &amp;amp; Irish Cream. Have yet to try them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wiped out a lil, so we went back to the hotel to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to Dong Khoi street, mainly flooded with art galleries &amp;amp; lacquer shops. These two things are found widely in Vietnam only, so of course, you have to get a good bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art galleries usually have paintings of Vietnamese cultures, their epitome of what makes a true Vietnamese. Straw hats, ladies in their gorgeous &lt;em&gt;au dai&lt;/em&gt;s (their traditional wear), walking with their bicycles in the paddy fields. Lacquer shops sell jewellery boxes with intricate designs, table settings, handcrafted chopsticks &amp;amp; bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked and walked to every single shop, until we got a view of the monument of Ho Chih Minh himself, whose name became the replacement of Saigon. It was in front of the Opera House, enar the Revolutionary Musuem. I was abit eager to see the musuem, but hopes were crushed as it was just shopping the entire day. Mum was a lil upset as well, but we couldn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards mid afternoon, Mum and I went for our much awaited authentic Vietnamese food while the two ladies went for a massage. I made a mental note to taste their Spring Rolls &amp;amp; Pho' Bo (Beef noodles). I was very satisfied indeed. Their broth is made with no Ajinomoto, purely beef broth with tons of meat in. We were at the French part of the city, so there were lil bakeries there. We tried thei madeleines which tasted just as good. Happy tummys indeed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went bar-hunting. We went to a hotel which had all the ingredients for a cocktail, but no skill or knowledge on how to make them. We walked out, and went for ice-cream. Soon after, we found a French Coffee Cafe which serves beer &amp;amp; wine, so we settled there instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, had a super long bath and konked out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyGod, motorcycles &amp;amp; taxis are still moving and onking even pas midnight. But by 3 am, its quiet, and at 5 am, the noise comes back, and its daylight already by 5.30am!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we didn't get good sleep while we're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195290151903980978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBlg3glSbbI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Hc8g1fA0AzE/s320/CIMG2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ben Thanh Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195292746064227858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBljOglSbhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4Q0TQzNinJ8/s320/CIMG2107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;Ho Chih Minh's monument behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195292771834031682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBljQAlSbkI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gz-q2fNJ3fE/s320/CIMG2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Where Mum &amp;amp; I had our much anticipated meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day three.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our last day. Mum &amp;amp; I went to the market again to buy purchases for the family. Got some workshirts for Dad (which became his birthday present), sunnies for Cheh, and some lil magnets for myself &amp;amp; loved ones. Mum couldn't stand the thought of not buying anything authentic from Vietnam, so she bought the lacquer trays after a good half-an-hour bargain. I was so tempted to buy their handicrafts, ones I've been eyeing on for so long! But, come to think of it, I would never make use of 'em, so I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went walking again in search of the MAS headquarters to see the manager (Mum's friend). It was simply too hard to find it, and after a good hour of walking up and down due to mixed directions , we finally hauled a cab. Mum found the address of a restaurant she was dying to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Ban Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specialty : Breaking Rice pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One waiter breaks the claypots, and flings the rice to the next waiter while he catches it with the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went all the way there for that, could you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;We checked out at 4pm and took a night flight back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195290143314046370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBlg3AlSbaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8LdA-5nT240/s320/CIMG2131.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The many churches you see, built during&lt;br /&gt;the French Colony.&lt;br /&gt;I'd thought I'll see more temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vietnam is still considered a communist country.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly didn't know that until I came home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195292763244097074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBljPglSbjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/x-CHAHlOnrU/s320/CIMG2137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Spot the Flying Rice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'd say, it was an adventure just crossing the roads here. I mean, talk about 100 bikes that do not follow traffic rules, its simply crazy. But, I wouldn't miss the traders at the market with their cheeky antics. I would miss the mouth watering food, and the crazy taxi rides on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Vietnam was something different I guess :) I did enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2117080067163003859?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2117080067163003859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2117080067163003859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2117080067163003859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2117080067163003859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/05/scientist.html' title='The Scientist'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBlg2wlSbZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aBp6cpZAGB8/s72-c/IMG_7041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2540171895735892199</id><published>2008-04-25T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:19:57.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This week has been a little more productive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to get my packing done today, though I have to get Dad to fetch a few things later.&lt;br /&gt;And I did watch two good movies, though I am absolutely slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193107634207747426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBGf4QlSbWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EltdP74zfs8/s320/200px-Sweeneylarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweeney Todd : The Demon Barber of Fleat Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the setting is creepy. They made London so desserted and so black. *shudders.&lt;br /&gt;But I do love the musical parts, despite it being repetitive. Tim Burton has done it again , one of my favourite movies now, after Edward Scissorhands, Beetlejuice &amp;amp; Corpse Bride.&lt;br /&gt;Though, the way Sweeny Todd murdered his clients were simply gruesome gosh.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to give up pies, for now. Phobia. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193107638502714738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBGf4glSbXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T17SrsKtMYs/s320/thegoodshepherd_bigreleaseposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good Sheperd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole plot confuses me in the beginning . One with Yale , the Skull &amp;amp; Bones Society, the CIA and so many others Edward Wilson is incorporated with. But he does marry the beautiful Angelina Jolie, and like any other CIA bound movie, there will be drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end, I finally understood (after browing through Wikipedia too ;) )Its mostly based on truth and loyalty. How would you choose, and who would you choose to trust.And also loads of spying.The setting was pretty cool, its flashbacks and all with the war going on. And EW glasses makes him inquisitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up to both movies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently interested to watch this new J-horror : The Slit Mouthed Woman.&lt;br /&gt;The poster in the newspapers look eerie, it might be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilian came over two days ago for a lil girltalk.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much to share, gosh, it was crazy, wasn't it? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I told her of my little "scare" which honestly got me thinking over the past few days and how obsessive I have become. This is not good. And how I actually despised people for getting themselves &amp;amp; their body into trouble when I was actually on the verge of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to get my mindset back on though the back of my mind is telling me just for a while more. Haha, you might not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil would probably kill me if I said, maybe for another two weeks or so? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall get a move to my teevee. I'll blog about my trip when I get back! Till then, hugs &amp;amp; smooches! I'll miss all of you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193110013619629442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBGiCwlSbYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/GSDJAL3EYRQ/s320/Burn_The_Remembrance_by_xilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2540171895735892199?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2540171895735892199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2540171895735892199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2540171895735892199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2540171895735892199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SBGf4QlSbWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EltdP74zfs8/s72-c/200px-Sweeneylarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2155716958949606022</id><published>2008-04-22T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:23:37.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Air</title><content type='html'>After today, there's no more stupid LAN tests to sit for anymore. TEEEHEEE.. :D Goody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was abit emotional while driving back from college. Blasting the radio all. Must be that time of the month dropping by to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was smsing for abit with sabby. And she suddenly asked me did i check the links properly. And i told her, yea, i checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when i got home, and i did, and guess wat i saw which gave me a shock of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lisha and Jayden's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i know it's no biggie. But i really didn't know jayden was back in sydney and i thought he was still in canada speaking canadian or something. To be honest, i had no clue. That's why i got shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment, i realised how much i missed cynthea's stories all. And how sab, cynthea, jayden and i use to crap around online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bah bah.. accounts test tomorrow. :( i hate tests. better head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where are you, dearie??..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS. i'm looking forward to our lil appointment, girly. :) can't wait can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2155716958949606022?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2155716958949606022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2155716958949606022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2155716958949606022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2155716958949606022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-air.html' title='No Air'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8576788210440710346</id><published>2008-04-19T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:01:27.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Once in My Life</title><content type='html'>Woosh, just got back from the Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, Mum didn't allow me to drive :(&lt;br /&gt;Which in the end, she regretted since it was just a straight road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there at about 4, since my sister couldn't wake up despite walking into the room six times just to do so. Lazypig ;)&lt;br /&gt;We headed out to Isetan since Mum wanted to use my Isetan voucher. I didn't find anything that suited me, so she decided to be a happy mother instead by using the voucher herself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis &amp;amp; I went galavanting around the Fragrance section.&lt;br /&gt;And after a gazillion years, Versace had a bigger bottle of Baby Pink Jeans. I could have bought it but Mum already used the voucher and the smell was abit off. But the new fragrance is really good :) As well as Anna Sui's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to Robinsons for more choices of bags &amp;amp; shoes. Everything was on sale but nothing nice in fact. Cheh &amp;amp; I saw this gorgeous bag by LULU but the insides were white and it'll be a pain if it got stained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Midvalley, only to face a humungous crowd and after 20 minutes we headed back to the Gardens. Had dinner at Flying Chillis, a Thai restaurant. Food was superb indeed :) so much better than Good Evening Bangkok. Mum wanted to treat us, so it was between Sushi Zanmai or this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yam soup was really spicy &amp;amp; the prawns were huge, biggen than the size of Tiger Prawns.&lt;br /&gt;Beef Green Curry was absolutely delicious as well as the soft shell crab. It was worth the bill this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went hunting for flipflops for Cheh since she needed one to Cherating. Got a good one at Reef's, while I got a bag from Animal on sale. :) Happyhappyjoyjoy , college bag is found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some cakes and gelato from the famous Gelattisimo. I reccomend the Hazelnut &amp;amp; Blood Orange. Mmhmm, the taste is still lingering in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling now, cause I'm feeling super fat :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diets once again this week, at least before Saigon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a very enjoyable outing, as always with Mum+Sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall get back to my magazine time + Hot lemon water treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovee, Sabrina!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8576788210440710346?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8576788210440710346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8576788210440710346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8576788210440710346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8576788210440710346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-once-in-my-life.html' title='For Once in My Life'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-3924700583334589770</id><published>2008-04-19T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:19:31.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with Love</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I deleted the previous post cause it was tad meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that alot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobbled my lunch - nasi lemak which I've been straying awayy for the past month just so that I don't eat rice. But Mum said she couldn't stand the aroma and impulsively bought it. Haa, no more eating for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week's staying home, I'm finally going out :D&lt;br /&gt;I am such a sad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, when I have three months of absolute freedom, I'm mostly at home. While my sister has classes, she GOES out every other day. Sadly, I have not passed the parent supervision test, so the car is not mine yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've been on my housing project &amp;amp; searching for dessert recipes online.&lt;br /&gt;And editting pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Hee, I'm starting to love Photobucket, it became a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the new header :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a fetish for the whole rhyming thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Strings &amp;amp; the Little Things, Freedom Spells &amp;amp; Seashells, Purple Roses &amp;amp; A hundred Doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense but ,oh well, who cares? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for Mum to get back from the Thai Embassy since she's hiring Thai staff for her office. Mum-daughters bonding time at The Gardens later :)&lt;br /&gt;And I get to drive.Tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alroighty. Will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;Lil's internet is down for the moment, she's working on it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake the sister up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z191/sabrinassl/eda432291c386e3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: this aint such a meaningful post either?&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-3924700583334589770?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/3924700583334589770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=3924700583334589770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3924700583334589770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3924700583334589770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/down-with-love.html' title='Down with Love'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-756985902792836432</id><published>2008-04-13T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:48:35.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicate</title><content type='html'>An overdued post.&lt;br /&gt;It will be boring with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've been doing pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;A heartful thanks for your concerns, you know who you are :)&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, my brother is coping well in Langkawi, courtesy of daily calls from my mum checking on him. He has flown to Alor Setar and his next destination on air is Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen all the lil videos and no joke, I cry at every single one of 'em. I did find some photos of him during my brother's birthday/farewell things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RVNs, if you want them, let me know, kay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief reunion of the 13 (Lil couldn't make it on forgiving circumstances ;) ) at Murni's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod, I've been dying to see these people for AGES. And of course my garlic cheese naan is no excuse. We caught up on a lot of things, sharing insanely lame jokes. When we decided to leave, we had nowhere else to go and ended up bumming in Wei Kit's house for Bluff sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four cars altogether :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to stay home. Chiaw Yee picked me up for lunch at Nando's. Being us in DJ, we decided to hitch her ride all the way to OU instead of Atria. Ethan &amp;amp; Weng Hoe joined us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We regretted it the end because the chicken was dry and not as tasty plus the service was extremely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling three waiters just to get us the bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back with Dinesh,Kalkena &amp;amp; Adeline for their lil shopping spree. I decided to hold back my wallet since I'm saving up for the Vietnam trip. I was thinking of buying Body Shop's shower gel fot indulgence purposes but the prices has raked up so I decided not to. Dad picked me up and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My very first taste of driving. To school for MAC, which bored the hell outta me and thank God I was the first few to go up . Right after coming down from stage, I went straight home with permission. Haha, poor Yong Meng couldn't sneak out with his "bluff" method.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Nono teacher. See, my parents are waiting over there already (points at my parents)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Nolah. Don't look like you also. I know they are Sabrina's parents"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Ahh, okaylah teacher let me go toilet first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if he DID get out in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum &amp;amp; I rushed over to uncle's place in Shah Alam. She had some voice recording to do for her office and needed my Grandpa's &amp;amp; Cousin's help. I took a spin around the neighbourhood with the cousin checking out the houses and a lil chitchat. HEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bummed around the house and I drove home, unsteadily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Came home to get Dad and drove again to Giant's Hypermarket in KJ for grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;When I drove home, they blocked off the roads, causing me to squeeze in very narrow roads. God bless the good Samaritan for letting me pass through slowly and giving me directions from his car window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was TIRED. From having to work with my brain since both of my parents were speaking at the same time, but not the same lines. I can't drive on the road but I can drive myself up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just got back from OU after church this morning. Once again, I took the wheel :) Still with two voices. Haha, but not too bad , at least I could park. I had to face two cars honking after me . I'm sorry but I'm a bad driver so live to that, impatient Ford Ranger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ChiawYee's X-trail certainly beats yours. anytime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm in need for a Flea Market therapy + Starbucks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When oh when,&lt;strong&gt; Lillyyyyy?&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188601383866904226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SAGdd958rqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FBjL0SAqeig/s320/Envy_by_Danielll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So why do you fill my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With the words you've borrowed&lt;br /&gt;From the only place you've known&lt;br /&gt;And why do you sing Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;If it means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do you sing with me at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;muchlove*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-756985902792836432?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/756985902792836432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=756985902792836432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/756985902792836432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/756985902792836432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/delicate.html' title='Delicate'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/SAGdd958rqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FBjL0SAqeig/s72-c/Envy_by_Danielll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6848786591483303094</id><published>2008-04-08T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:27:13.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm still coping with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared alone yesterday , thinking and praying for strength &amp;amp; faith for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The tune to Jon Mclaughlin was getting into me, obviously bucketting the tears that were flowing, blurring my vision of the evening sun shining dimly out my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how my brother is doing. I think he still needs time to absorb reality, which is why we (family) find it best to leave him alone for awhile to let him recuperate. He does need a whole lot of support , since he's alone in LGK. His despair is hitting me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to say my novenas in my heart and to believe that he is in our good Lord's arms,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be okay somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186695335200953554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_rX7VTUFNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/a70WdNksIQo/s320/Contemplation_III_by_eternityrites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After 6 excruciating hours, flattening my bum on the chair, waiting for the numbers 1-8-5 to be called, sitting next to a supersilent examiner who didn't seem to care on the road, watching all the lil Kancils rolling back from the slope, people hitting the poles by accident when they're reversing,watching a guy literally hitting his steering wheel because he too hit the pole while doing his 3-point turn, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;listening to this loud boisterous girl commenting on students taking the slope test thinking she's so great on how to aim at the yellow line when she already failed her road test because she slipped right in before a bus and having the examiner tell her she drives too dangerously ( in her face cause she has to come back next week) and when I say she's loud, she's really loud till I can hear her from the car when I was doing my slope test and I did hear her say "Oh, she just went a lil to front but still I think she pass lah right?",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally a legal menace on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6848786591483303094?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6848786591483303094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6848786591483303094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6848786591483303094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6848786591483303094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-close.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_rX7VTUFNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/a70WdNksIQo/s72-c/Contemplation_III_by_eternityrites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8770913873460992711</id><published>2008-04-06T11:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:59:00.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185974360515810498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_hINFTUFMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rfaPINRZODM/s320/Water+Drops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've never spoken much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was more of I-see-Richard's sis-so-say-hi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or I-see-Kor's-friend-so-smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would never forget the times you'd come over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and watch movies with Kor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the fact that you were among the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who escorted him home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he rammed Cheh's car to the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've certainly fought the battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are in the best of hands now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has made plans for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to watch over your friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you be blessed wherever you are, &lt;em&gt;Andrew&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;may you find some comfort there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my deepest condolences to his family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brother dearest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8770913873460992711?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8770913873460992711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8770913873460992711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8770913873460992711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8770913873460992711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_hINFTUFMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rfaPINRZODM/s72-c/Water+Drops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-516553922030528492</id><published>2008-04-04T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:25:16.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Me Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://reallyvaluablenews.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen my brother's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And it pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearest Korkor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're going back today. You've nutted me out more than ever the past month and I'm sorry I can't send you to the airport like I always do because of my stupid 3-hour driving lessons. I know its been hard for you these past few days. I rarely see you, all for the greatest responsibility you've carried as such a wonderful friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise I'll be good and pray for Andrew for you. I'm sure he's doing better, isn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be strong ,Korkor. Everything will turn out, don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never seen you like this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're gonna hate me for this, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Love you &amp;amp; miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185209014523532466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_WQIFTUFLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iNiWAH3KKc0/s320/White_Shoes_and_Flowers_by_donutello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xoxo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-516553922030528492?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/516553922030528492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=516553922030528492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/516553922030528492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/516553922030528492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-me-close.html' title='Keep Me Close'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_WQIFTUFLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iNiWAH3KKc0/s72-c/White_Shoes_and_Flowers_by_donutello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6468804464956341717</id><published>2008-04-01T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:50:29.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lilian, where are you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfulfilling&lt;/span&gt; week once again. Not just the daily driving lessons since my exam is on Monday, but the insane boredom is killing me. Thank God my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestiebestie&lt;/span&gt; gets off college for two weeks of vacation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184162511382123618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_HYVlTUFGI/AAAAAAAAATc/72Ku6lFxFCU/s320/March.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just like old times! &lt;/p&gt;but also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;notforgetting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184163675318260850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_HZZVTUFHI/AAAAAAAAATk/jSCsNa0ZCtQ/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;beaddiebead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184163679613228162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_HZZlTUFII/AAAAAAAAATs/SyH9N2d-fK0/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and my other two dears! :) missingyouloads!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184165225801454738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_HazlTUFJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/puYGkxp9Wrc/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184165234391389346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_Ha0FTUFKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gfN0ND6U7Sk/s320/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my favourite people, where art thou? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church in the morning before springing over to the hospital to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Korkor's&lt;/span&gt; friend, Andrew. It was not visiting hours yet, so we went home. The whole family went to Concorde Hotel,KL for Hi-Tea before dear brother goes back on Friday. Though he's been back for two months, its so fast for me since I wasn't around the first month since he came back. He's been nuttier &amp;amp; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; crazier than before, and a sudden poser too. (Pictures will upload soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled in for The Melting Pot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cafe &lt;/span&gt;. Not a widespread of food, but all delicious indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Desserts were mouth-watering, I totally deleted the sign of low-calories to pure luxury of food. Lunch was worth it, and with a special rate since Mum knew the F&amp;amp;B manager. We were all laughing &amp;amp; making silly remarks as usual. We hardly have time to go out together cause of the busy schedules. Well, except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Sis*Bro home and went to the hospital. The whole bunch of them were there.&lt;br /&gt;The incident made a huge impact on everyone, its hard to be in that situation. Well, he's definitely in our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;Driving is stressful. :(&lt;br /&gt;And I need a coffee +retail therapy badly after the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muchlove.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6468804464956341717?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6468804464956341717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6468804464956341717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6468804464956341717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6468804464956341717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-we-are.html' title='All We Are'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R_HYVlTUFGI/AAAAAAAAATc/72Ku6lFxFCU/s72-c/March.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2147766059008793030</id><published>2008-03-26T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:08:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Behaviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hellotothejello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is very mediocre for me. Waking up at seven (oh yes) in time to catch Michael Smith's "Chef at Home" while snacking on my oat bran with banana and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the low-calorie thing is not working for me that much. So, switching for more veges and fruits. Sort of my "goal" this month. I'm that free, thank you. Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've started driving lessons! Which sadly, freaks the wits outta me.&lt;br /&gt;On my very first lesson itself, my instructor allowed me to drive from Kelana Jaya all the way home. The cars on my left &amp;amp; right are like hunters coming after me. I'm still learning, but I don't think I'm learning well. Even my instructor's scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do grip the steering wheel tightly with all 10 fingers and have the habit of pressing the clutch and the car engine dies. My bad ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been watching old movies, trying to catch all the cooking shows on TV as well as attending to &lt;a href="http://food.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Food&lt;/a&gt; for Martha Stewart's recipes &amp;amp; my ever famous Sims2 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm on a self-made housing project. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still researching on recipes which are easy and in which the ingredients can be found from the shelves (: and of course low-fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently downloading The Forgotten &amp;amp; Steel Magnolias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have no interesting posts, but maybe I'll blog on Saturday after a Wedding which Dad is emcee-ing &amp;amp; the BEADS outing. HEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm craving for Mcds at this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm, Mcdelivery tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182046501254468674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R-pT1lTUFEI/AAAAAAAAATI/yh1jyzpAoqE/s320/k_i_t_e__2_by_yigitaltay.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Some things weren't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the kite, its not meant to stay on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, we know better. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Songofthemoment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove&lt;/em&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2147766059008793030?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2147766059008793030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2147766059008793030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2147766059008793030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2147766059008793030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/03/everyday-behaviour.html' title='Everyday Behaviour'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R-pT1lTUFEI/AAAAAAAAATI/yh1jyzpAoqE/s72-c/k_i_t_e__2_by_yigitaltay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6403906931247521401</id><published>2008-03-21T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:08:04.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Hope</title><content type='html'>"For God loved us so much, that he gave his only son to die on the cross" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Friday today, but a sudden change this year. My parents are busy working, and can't make it for the obligation mass. Its so different not going for mass, hopefully Mum can come back early a lil to go for mass. I'm on the fasting mode now till 7.00pm before a vegetarian dinner since strictly no meat today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I feel moodless &amp;amp; bored. There's nothing much for me to do. Hopefully my plan with Jane works tomorrow! CHUA JANE LOUISA SAYANG I MISS YOU :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, KUAN&lt;strong&gt;JOANNE&lt;/strong&gt;SAM, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRUCKLOADS OF MISSES HERE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Since I'm bored, I'll start my blabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, two movies down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180079178390457442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R-NWkUhcTGI/AAAAAAAAATA/xW4KfvQOFZI/s320/thejaneaustenbookclub_bigposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180079174095490130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R-NWkEhcTFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kpZYM4r6U-g/s320/200px-Twenty_seven_dresses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would give positive reviews for both movies! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Jane Austen Book Club was inspiring in a way. Its like, the lives of these 6 ladies reflects the main character in all 6 books written by Jane Austen. I thought Prudie's (Emily Blunt) character stood out. Plus, Emily Blunt, to my opinion, reflects a lil of Audrey Hepburn. Such sharp features. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27 Dresses. Completely a romantic+comedy flick. The climax was heart wrenching, but the ending was absolutely beautiful. James Mardsen was cute :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The Zara flatties sdidn't work out. But I manage to buy pointy flatties and my much-awaited heels from Vincci :) brother picked out the heels for me! And he's been sorta girly these past few days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh. I miss Big Apple + Eating freely + Mcds + Kfc + Waffle+ Pizza + CHEESE NAAN!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I put myself in a healthy low-calorie diet for awhile now. Not sure if its working.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. Since I'm eating sugary stuff. And I'll be stuffing myself the next two days since I'm following the parents to a potluck tomorrow + Easter lunch on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Easter! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilian, I miss you much!&lt;br /&gt;Tree,Car,Tofu! Where have you been ? missyouthree :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another tag found.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Full name: Sabrina Sarah Louis&lt;br /&gt;2. Name backwards: siuoL haraS anirbaS&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you named after someone?: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;4. Meaning of name: Err. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nickname: Sabby. Sab. Cow? (Havent heard that in ages!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Screen Name: sabrinasarah&lt;br /&gt;7. Date of Birth: 10 October 1990&lt;br /&gt;8. Place of birth: At a clinic.&lt;br /&gt;9. Nationality: Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;10. Current location: Living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Star sign: Libra&lt;br /&gt;12. Religion: Christian.&lt;br /&gt;13. Current Height: 167/168 cm&lt;br /&gt;14. Current weight: 53kg?&lt;br /&gt;15. Shoe Size: 9/10.&lt;br /&gt;16. Hair Color: Black.&lt;br /&gt;17. Eye color: Black.&lt;br /&gt;18. Who do you look like: My brother&lt;br /&gt;19. Inner or outer: Inner&lt;br /&gt;20. Lefty or righty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Gay, straight, bi or others: Straight&lt;br /&gt;22. Best friends: The list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;23. Best friends you trust most: Chiawyee.Lilian.Jane.KM.Khei.RinnyWani.Dina :)&lt;br /&gt;24. Favourite pals: All of 'em?&lt;br /&gt;25. Best friend of opposite sex: Its not just a friend, its FRIENDS :D&lt;br /&gt;26. Best buddies: SAME THING OMG!&lt;br /&gt;27. Boyfriend or girlfriend: None :)&lt;br /&gt;28. Crush: ;)&lt;br /&gt;29. Parents: LOVE :D&lt;br /&gt;30. Worst Enemy: No Idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite online guy: What?&lt;br /&gt;32. Favourite online girl: NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;33. Craziest friend: Khei.SAMANTHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;34. Advice Friend: Chiawyee.Lilian.&lt;br /&gt;35. Loudest Friend: Radio?&lt;br /&gt;36. Person you cry with: Chiawyee. Cynthea (omgwhereareyou?)&lt;br /&gt;37. Any sisters: 1.&lt;br /&gt;38. Any brothers: 1.&lt;br /&gt;39. Any pets: Cat!&lt;br /&gt;40. Any disease: Eczema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Pager: None&lt;br /&gt;42. Personal phone line: Does the handphone count?&lt;br /&gt;43. Cell Phone: Nokia 5300 :)&lt;br /&gt;44. Lava Lamp: Nope&lt;br /&gt;45. Pool or Hot tub: Hot tub!&lt;br /&gt;46. A car: No idea!&lt;br /&gt;47. Your personality: One of a kind?&lt;br /&gt;48. Driving: Not just yet :)&lt;br /&gt;49. Room: Shared with sister.&lt;br /&gt;50. What's missing: Good food :) probably a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. School: No school for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;52. Bed: In the room?&lt;br /&gt;53. Relationship with parents: Great!&lt;br /&gt;54. Believe in yourself: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;55. Believer in love at first sight: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;56. Good listener: Averagely.&lt;br /&gt;57. Get along well with parents: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;58. Save e-mail/msn convos: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;59. Pray: Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;60. Believe in reincarnation: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Make fun of people: Haha. Hard to avoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;62. Like to talk on the phone: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;63. Want to get married: Uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;64. Like to drive: Starting to :)&lt;br /&gt;65. Motion Sickness: Nada&lt;br /&gt;66. Eat stem of broccoli: Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;67. Eat chicken with fork: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;68. Favourite color: Shades of red &amp;amp; green. Grey!&lt;br /&gt;69. Type with your fingers on home role: whaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;70. Sleep with stuff animals: Unashamed of it, but yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Next to you: Grandma&lt;br /&gt;72. On the walls of your room: A wall shelf and a white board.&lt;br /&gt;73. On your mousepad: No mouse pad.&lt;br /&gt;74. Dream car: Not thinking about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;75. Dream date: Too early to tell.&lt;br /&gt;76. Dream honeymoon spot: Anywhere with old,nostalgic sceneries.&lt;br /&gt;77. Dream husband or wife: Too early to tell.&lt;br /&gt;78. Bedtime: 11-12.&lt;br /&gt;79. Under your bed: Dust.&lt;br /&gt;80. Single most important question: Has life been treating you well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Bad time of the day:  Binging on food and feeling guilty the next.&lt;br /&gt;82. Your worst fear: Disappointing people, repeating mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;83. The weather: Cloudy &amp;amp; dark.&lt;br /&gt;84. Time: 1602&lt;br /&gt;85. Date: 21st March&lt;br /&gt;86. Best trick did one some: Dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;87. Theme song: S.o.t.M ;)&lt;br /&gt;88. Hardest thing about growing up: Accepting changes&lt;br /&gt;89. Funniest experience: Loads of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;90. Scariest experience: I wouldnt call them scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Silliest thing you have ever said: Haha, not to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;92. Most desperate and funniest thing I have done to get the opposite sex: Lips are sealed :)&lt;br /&gt;93. Scariest experience while you are with your friends: Cant recall.&lt;br /&gt;94. Worst feeling: Making others upset. Moodless &amp;amp; depressed over lil things.&lt;br /&gt;95. Best feeling in the world: Happiness &amp;amp; Whole :)&lt;br /&gt;96. Favourite subject: Err.&lt;br /&gt;97. Favourite teacher: No teacher for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;98. Favourite Band: One Republic. Evanescence. Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;99. Favourite Singer: ColbieC.Michael Buble.&lt;br /&gt;100. Choose 8 people to do this quiz:Lil. Rinny. Shuhann.Huizhi. Anyone reading. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muchlove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6403906931247521401?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6403906931247521401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6403906931247521401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6403906931247521401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6403906931247521401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-hope.html' title='Only Hope'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R-NWkUhcTGI/AAAAAAAAATA/xW4KfvQOFZI/s72-c/thejaneaustenbookclub_bigposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-4687814250707987113</id><published>2008-03-18T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:17:31.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman</title><content type='html'>Firstly, Congratulations to Ethan &amp;amp; Khei Sze for passing their driving exams! :)&lt;br /&gt;Proud of you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently downloading The Jane Austen Book Club. Not sure if its a hit, but the movie title sounds interesting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I do have something to look forward to. Mum + Her boss invited me to join them on a trip to Vietnam next month. Dad says its a shopping haven there (cause it is a lil cheaper) and I've seen presenters raving about Vietnamese food on TV. Hee, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm doing some research on food on the net, hence the link at the side. Trying to switch to healthy meals now after all the sugar binging last week when I came back from NS.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be loyal to it. I'm even planning meals now! Mum thinks I'm crazy but my sister is suddenly a lil attracted to my meal planning habit. (: Dad thinks I'll look like some street beggar if I don't eat, when in fact I DO eat alot when he's at work. Nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I copied this from random blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Name : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sabrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sabby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name you wish you had : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Noelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people normally mistake your name as : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;No idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;10th October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; PJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of Birth : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;For my own knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Appearance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you -:&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;167cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were taller :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yeah. Maybe, 170cm? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color you want : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I'm happy the way it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Hair color : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair color : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you did something dramatic with your hair : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last September when I bobbed it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses or contacts : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear make-up : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nope. Just lipgloss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had hair extensions : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint your nails :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In The Opposite Gender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color eyes : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color hair :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Black or Blackish-brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy or Outgoing : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Outgoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks or personality : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy or Cute : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious or Fun : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Serious + Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older or Younger than you : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Preferably older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turn on : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A smile + a helping hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turn off : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Short tempers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This or That&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or Chocolate : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Chocolates anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Rock : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship or One night stand :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School or Work : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or Money : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies or Music :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country or City :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny or Rainy days : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sunny + Rainy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends or Family : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Family + Friends. They just go together. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sadly, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole something : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt someone close to you : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Regretfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke someone's heart : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sadly,yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondered what was wrong with you :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Honestly no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone who was taken : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used chopsticks : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the mirror to yourself : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Lilies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Not much of a candy person, but Sourtape! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Too many to mention but right now its Breathless by Shayne Ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Escada Sunset Heat ,Burberry Brit, Michael Kors' Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Navy blue.Greyish silver.Green. Majenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The Joy Luck club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Colbie Caillat. Michael Buble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junk food : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Not much of a junkfood lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;foodnetwork.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sweden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal :&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Puppies. Rabbits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over someone : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're attractive : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Everyone has their own beauty + flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The life I have now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports : &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;Link to your tagger and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;List (8) random facts about yourself and tag (8) people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. I love bread more than rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. I miss my friends a whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. I'm still thinking about my Zara flatties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5. I wish I knew how to thank God for every single thing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6. I need to lose my flabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;7. I still cannot believe I completed NS ( Dramatic moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8. I do miss Jane,Joanne,Sam&amp;amp;PuiKuan, the Fivesome. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilian;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sher Rin;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinesh;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; anyone who wants to feel up the 5 empty spaces to tag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-4687814250707987113?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/4687814250707987113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=4687814250707987113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4687814250707987113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4687814250707987113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/03/freshman.html' title='Freshman'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8338114219239021381</id><published>2008-03-16T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:27:21.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know Me</title><content type='html'>The weekend was taken up by shopping trips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Mum &amp;amp; I hit Damansara Uptown to check out the boutiques. Somehow, their concepts are the same, but very chique clothes indeed! We spent the entire afternoon there, walking from store to store. Mum &amp;amp; I were a teeny bit satisfied with our purchases, but one thing that wasn't checked from my list were footwear! :( the worst thing for me. My feet are huge, so sizes are hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NigelDS scared me off by saying I might just have to get a Cinderella shoemaker. veryfunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 months of distress, I finally got a good hair cut. Well, it wasn't the best, but certainly better than before. And I have a teensy fringe now :) I still have my hair curler + straightener to save me if I do have more bad hair days. Ironically, my sister thinks that the straightener is her best friend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. After church + breakfast, Sister joined in for the ladies shopping trip. Kor backed out after knowin Cheh was going. I wonder why he can never stand the thought of us shopping. Mum said it would be good training, especially when he's gonna get a girlfriend (when he turns ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, and I never knew he joined the gym! Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the shopping trip was successful indeed. However, I still couldn't find any reasonable footwear, EXCEPT :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE &lt;strong&gt;ZARA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BLACK &lt;/span&gt;FLATTIES OMG !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So shiny, super comfy, FITS MY HUGE FEET! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a price like that, I think its a lil hefty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I did buy it, I would probably just frame it up instead of wearing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumm&amp;amp;Sis told me to think about it. I might just wait for the sale.Hopefully it'll wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Dragon-i. Food was alright, a lil overrated if you'd asked me. I still prefer Damansara Uptown's Chinese food. Service was really good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my hands on my cure for excessive boredom for the next 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178530816362200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R93WVyeuvGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/g2J4SB2wOdo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;So excited! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving lessons are gonna start soon.&lt;br /&gt;College starts in July.&lt;br /&gt;My cooking+baking spree starts NOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the mood to shop.&lt;br /&gt;ahem, Lilian? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO THE 12 OF YOU. WHEN ARE WE GONNA HAVE OUR SHOGUN SESSION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'M EAGERLY WAITING &amp;amp; CRAVING FOR JAPANESE FOOD! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can hardly speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart is beating so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And anyone can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You think you know me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But you don't know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'llmissyou.thanksforeverything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;songofthemoment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muchlove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS : All the best to the 2nd batch of&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; NS&lt;/span&gt; trainees! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8338114219239021381?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8338114219239021381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8338114219239021381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8338114219239021381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8338114219239021381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-dont-know-me.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know Me'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R93WVyeuvGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/g2J4SB2wOdo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6307772201668389996</id><published>2008-03-15T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:26:46.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;March 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely 24 hours of mixed emotions from NS, I had to face a bigger expectation. As every "results day" goes, dear ol' sister sent me to school and decided to stay to content the excitement/nervousness. Stepping into the sombre halls made me feel like home again. The first person I saw was Chiaw Yee, and she didn't seem to happy at first. My heart pounded faster, though my expression didn't tell. Puan Wong looked every inch the same, and she handed me the slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to expect. Honestly, I never knew what my expectations would be.&lt;br /&gt;Not even from my parents. But I was satisfied. Cheh was anxious to know of my results and she walked to the hall (surprisingly). We exchanged a small hug and she was absorbing all the surroundings of tears/laughter/smiles. Heck, it was her school before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remembered what Mum said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What's done is done. It may seem so very important now because you'd think you should have done better and that the results in your hands are not as competent or compatible with your friends. You have to understand, you don't have the same mind or brain as anyone else. If everyone was the same, there wouldn't be such thing as an exam. College and further education is more important. SPM is just a cert to certify that you've completed high school&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what Cheh said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I don't see why you must take so many subjects just to get all the A's. When you go to college, they merely see whether you're eligible to have a cert. Nobody will ask about your SPM results, rather, 'Do you have a Diploma?/Degree?/Masters?/PhD?' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well. The afternoon was taken up to have a nice lunch at Sakae Sushi before aimlessly walking around. I spent my family for a thank you dinner at some place in Subang. Scrumptious food I'd say, and pretty reasonable too. I missed us laughing at totally nothing relevant, like how we eat or what we say. Its good to be home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! Packed day today. Will blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And will never find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We missed out on each other now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : hope you're doing better :) ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6307772201668389996?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6307772201668389996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6307772201668389996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6307772201668389996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6307772201668389996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/03/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2653695791025879795</id><published>2008-03-14T08:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:33:46.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lil scoop of my experience. :)&lt;br /&gt;Warning : Long post ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A New Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While everyone was preparing for New Year's, I was hovering my heavy bag and even heavier heart to the bus, tears rolling down uncontrollably. I couldn't believe my senses, I was actually leaving for NS, something I've dreaded for a long time. The very first person I met was Juliana, small, timid but with a big heart. We conversed for the entire bus ride, until we reached what we called, "Gates of Hell".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177428010494507858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nrWCeuu1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ccivEDm_-Bs/s320/IMG_6973.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Wirawati's dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink building is a resting bay, or Bilik Rehat Wirawati. They have a tv with very poor coverage. This is a reporting station whenever we have night shifts from 0000 til 0600.&lt;br /&gt;I've only been there twice. The only thing I liked about that place was the canvas beds. Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177432103598341170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nvESeuvDI/AAAAAAAAARY/2PTSBKXnaCI/s320/IMG_6930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we laughed, cried and had to endure the foul smell of "shit water". One thing was, the pipes always burst. We even had mini snacking &amp;amp; gossip parties here. Our Company trainer, Cikgu Lynn declared our dorm as the noisiest &amp;amp; fattest with the amount of food we bring in everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake Up Call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177428031969344402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nrXSeuu5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/AOoIdN-AevE/s320/IMG_7027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our days start at 0500, and we gather at 0600 to sing Negaraku and the NS song from Monday to Friday. Next was PE lessons. I'd say, I became a teenie bit stronger due to PE. One thing was, we had the Head of the Discipline ,Cikgu Abdullah as our Company trainer and he pushes us everytime. While we thought it was ridiculous at first, he did much good for us. We even got to run 2km on certain days through the rubber estates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The entire morning would be taken up by classroom sessions. I must stress over and over again, and I'm very sorry to say this, but OMG these sessions could be the very cure for insomnia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't use my fingers to count the number of times I've slept in these classes. Nevertheless, Character Building was the most enjoyable class, and it did change my perspectives on certain things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afternoons were the times I looked forward to. I don't mind the hot scorching sun (but sometimes, the days get really hot, probably like 35 degrees?). I'm happy so say that I manage to take part in all the activities provided. However, the first few weeks were taken up by theory classes which weren't very boring. But of course, some of us do steal some sleep, and all the trainers had to do was walk with a water sprayer and ice. Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, it comes to evenings, for our lil sports time. We replace it with snacking time, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Usually, there shouldn't be any activities after dinner but the head of trainers worries for our safety and gathers us at 9pm for empty talks &amp;amp; watching videos. I think it wasn't such a waste of time, but hell its very tiring. Bedtimes are usually at 2300.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Sundays, we had our church visits in Kajang. I'm starting to like that church alot, especially their hymms. (: At least I 'll be coming back in May for Ku ku's wedding! Plus, its fully air-conditioned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The effects of waking up at 0500 for the last two months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Waking up at 0700 here, without an alarm. Freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Excitement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wirajaya Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177428019084442482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nrWieuu3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Es_dng5tZdg/s320/IMG_6934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hiking up 5km with a very heavy load on our backs wasn't what we imagined it would be. We spent the entire afternoon which was exceptionally roasting our skin alive, just to find our campsite. We had to build our tents before 1800, and it was 1735. We had no choice but to build the simplest camp to last us for a few more hours. My camping partner was Jane, and we had separate duties. We were the last ones to build our camps, since we're both in charge of the "Pembinaan Pangkalan", which means sweeping our campsite and building our toilets. I had no choice, but to use tree branches and no string to support the roof of our tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, we didnt have time to clean so there were pretty much alot of dried leaves and lil teeny worms which made us all icky when we slept with our uniforms and boots&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our mission was to find some gold object using clues given by an agent. We didn't succeed but it was a blessing as well. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In this mission, when the gold object is found, it doesnt mean it already belongs to the winning company. Hell, we were allowed to plan any ambush to steal it! This was mostly favoured by the guys. Some even 'kidnapped' other company members just for the fun of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I could, I would want to do it all over again. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;M16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177428027674377090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nrXCeuu4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/qAsCS7CkpbE/s320/IMG_7032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The very first gunshot sent shivers down my spine. Seeing the bullet casing flying out gave such an eerie feeling. It was really as if you were at war due to the echoes of the shots. My hands were literally shaking before and after using the gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suck at aiming, but I didn't know I was that bad till I shot my neighbour's target, giving her extra points. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was definitely a once in a lifetime thing, which I'll surely never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Including taking an oath to swear that we would not take any empty bullet casings home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fearful moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During the 3rd week of camp, the medical officials were dealing with our health papers. Among the groups of people who had to be deferred were asthmatics. Joanne &amp;amp; Jane were called up but thankfully, they could stay. I had sleepless nights due to my worries about getting deferred. I really wished that I didn't write it in my form but it was a lil too late. Mum&amp;amp;Dad were worried themselves. The chaotic matter stopped the following week, with about 50-60 ppl being sent home on medical issues. Honestly, I did hope to get deferred at first, but after seeing so many people leave, the feeling died. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Along came the conjuctivitis scare. Unfortunately, I contracted the disease and had to stay in the sick bay for a night. I literally begged to be checked out. The medical sergeant was nice enough to let me go. I hated the nurse there though. She was pretty stuck up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, what is a camp without some spooky dramas, eyh? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Visits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177433890304736338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nwsSeuvFI/AAAAAAAAARo/ASn45DsEYao/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My parents came for every single visit, till the very last week. I'm always a lil embarassed cause when they come, they'll bring the whole house with them. But, those were the things that made me feel at home. Food and everything relevant. My sister came once, and boy , I never knew I've missed her the most ! One thing bad about the visits : I'd always end up welling up with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lain daripada yang lain"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This was my tagline in camp. I was their first Eurasian trainee, which made me very alien there. There was once, they had to do some statistic stuff, and when they called up the Chinese group, I was the only one sitting on the floor. Everyone was staring, including the trainers. One of them actually thought I was deaf and started doing sign languages to me! The trainers made me sit on stage, all alone with everyone scratching their heads and asking me what race I was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since Serani wasn't a common thing, they decided on the tagline above. Or if the trainers forgot my name, the next best name was "Orang Serani! Keluar Baris!". But, it was always a funny moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Support System&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To get through 10 weeks of endurance wasn't by my own backbone alone. I couldn't thank God enough for keeping me safe every single day &amp;amp; for always listening to my very draggy prayers. I developed a habit of praying in the morning, and hopefully it'll stay with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My family. God knows how much I've missed them. I'm thankful for my parents &amp;amp; sister who constantly replied my messages without fail. I didn't sms my bro that much, since he was busy with his cadet training. Haha, I practically ranted about everything, including my constipation problem! I think they're gonna keep a distance from me now. Hee :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's ChiawYee, Lillyboo, WeiKit &amp;amp; Weng Hoe too! Gosh, not being around the usual 12 made me feel all weird! Haha, I missed the lameness and their presence throughtout camp. Missed them heap loads! But of course, a big SMOOCH to them for constantly updating me and giving me moral support. LOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not forgetting, a special someone who moved back for awhile and kept me occupied with very silly stories &amp;amp; emotional talks. You know who you are.I appreciate your sweet messages and songs of the moment, remember? (: *love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introducing, the Fivesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177428014789475170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nrWSeuu2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XlfRZGqKxG0/s320/IMG_7020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Lee Pui Kuan. Samantha Tai Sze-Yun.Chua Jane Louisa. Joanne Wong Mei Foon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We never left each other's side. Usually, people would spot us cause we always come in five or either one of us together. They were my sisters who took care of me, cheering me up whenever I'm down and always being patient with my endless worries of almost everything. I'm truly blessed to have them in my life now, and thank God we're all from Selangor! Gosh, I can't imagine if we had to be separated by a state. Love them so much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life After NS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have to say, I regretted being such a big baby about NS. It was truly an experience worth remembering. NS did test my limits of patience, confidence and independence. I did not waste my time there and I feel fuller inside . I'm very thankful to God , my family &amp;amp; friends who supported me all the way through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Indeed, I realised the hardship of surviving out there alone. Washing your own clothes, ironing, cleaning, polishing your own boots, enduring alot of self resiliance and all of that. If it weren't for NS, I'd still be the lazybum I used to be. Not only mentally, but physically as well. I kept in mind that God has made plans for me, and I see it now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In fact, I do miss camp but I think one trip is good enough for me. *winks. I'm officially an ex trainee of National Service 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177433886009769026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nwsCeuvEI/AAAAAAAAARg/RWmjqBeqjI4/s320/IMG_7026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2653695791025879795?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2653695791025879795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2653695791025879795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2653695791025879795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2653695791025879795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/03/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R9nrWCeuu1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ccivEDm_-Bs/s72-c/IMG_6973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2977381407945378242</id><published>2008-02-13T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:54:22.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With love, lilian from korea.</title><content type='html'>Hey there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from korea. I'm at Jeju International airport, standing in front of the public internet lounge, typing. Am about to head back to Seoul for the last time this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading home, finally! After so many days of eating pork, i'm so sick of it. I think i'll go halal when i go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.. Poor me, when i get home about 2am on the 14th feb, i'll have to head over to college to sit for Maths Quiz. KILL ME KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i finished up the homeworks, most of it. But i'm not sure about the quality of it, though. So, technically, i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrites, I'd better head off. Am about to get melon ice cream which tastes super awesome. Yea, ice cream and snow goes pretty good. :) Will update when i get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2977381407945378242?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2977381407945378242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2977381407945378242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2977381407945378242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2977381407945378242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-love-lilian-from-korea.html' title='With love, lilian from korea.'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8239213747672429953</id><published>2008-02-10T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T05:59:23.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless</title><content type='html'>Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year 2008 turned me into an eating machine. For the past three days, I've been eating non-stop all because of my relatives who kept tempting me with food because I can't get any of these for the next month. Compensation, of which I must loose when I get back to training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the reunion dinner was at our place.  Only, there wasn't much of a drinking session with future planning and stuff like that. I was konked at about 11pm, before I could usher in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was spent in Seremban. Uncles decided to let us learn about Ginranmi?/Jimrami?.&lt;br /&gt;We got the hang of it, and soon all of us tried to get our hands on the tiles. Not much of a gambling session, but just for the fun of it. Mum gave the green light for me to leave on the second night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. Met up with my old family with a few people missing. One in Korea, two back in their hometowns. I have to say, all of you looked so good! It was a very good outing indeed, even if it was for a mere 2-3hours. I even got a lil shopping done, and headed to my uncle's place. I don't know what it is, but my mum and her cousin brother really enjoy setting me up with anyone of his three sons. I DONT UNDERSTAND. And its merely for laughs. I dont want to go there next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night, I had the same people over for a lil gambling session. Mahjong ,poker, bluff, blackjack, Khei Sze losing RM10. Hee, I love them to bits! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Have to get some of my stuff packed. I'd still prefer home, but I can't wait for the next part of training. More strainous and more challenging. I guess the fun starts there, and also, THE WEIGHT LOSS! :D :D No doubt, I've missed everyone back at camp alot, espeically the fivesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;Four more weeks, and I'm done for good. Lets get the ball rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUCH LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8239213747672429953?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8239213747672429953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8239213747672429953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8239213747672429953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8239213747672429953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/02/breathless.html' title='Breathless'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-9203509035178382142</id><published>2008-02-06T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:18:04.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Used To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello my dear darlings :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm back home for the meantime till Sunday. Gosh, I actually woke up at 0515 this morning. I'm really used to the timing, I don't think it'll change for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhoo, everything is going well and I've been missing everyone so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll put up a special post for NS when I get back in March. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not to mention, missing out on four very important monkeys eighteenth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hee, Happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Chiaw Yee, Yong Meng, Weng Hoe &amp;amp; Wei Kit&lt;/strong&gt;! Be good alright? Don't drink &amp;amp; drive! You know I love you all ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lillyboo&lt;/strong&gt;! Have a blast in icy Korea! I've been missing our talks &amp;amp; shopping! It'll happen soon alrights? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163685500090197362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R6kYmpy2JXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ucIV9Fd-izs/s320/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello,all of you. Shogun, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Missing you truckloads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dina&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Steph&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Ching&lt;/strong&gt;! Reunion of the four of us, just like old times. Catch up time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rinny!Wani&lt;/strong&gt;! we have got to gettogether! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, here's to a veryy prosperous Year of the Rat with many more happiness and good times to come. Indeed, the smell of money is tantalizing, even more than Yee Sang. Hugs and smooches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-9203509035178382142?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/9203509035178382142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=9203509035178382142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/9203509035178382142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/9203509035178382142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/02/used-to.html' title='Used To'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R6kYmpy2JXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ucIV9Fd-izs/s72-c/Picture+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6260606336822433814</id><published>2008-02-04T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:18:22.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like a tattoo. New Year's here. :D Meaning ANGPOWS.</title><content type='html'>Alrite, guess wat? NS people are coming home like tomorrow. :D and new year's like this THURSDAY. Can you believe it? angpows are calling again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm leaving for korea so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i don't freeze to death and my parents have to bring me back as an ice cube. ahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, and they say when you pee at the roadside, it's so cold that the pee actually turns into ice. I mean won't it get stuck to you. Owh well, i'll ask my bro to try that. Okay, call me jakun. I can't wait to go skiing. WEEEEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me America's better. well well, hope that i'll head there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things that's essential in korea for me:&lt;br /&gt;#1 my flu medicine&lt;br /&gt;#2 loads of loads of clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Because my stupid nose is so sensitive it's gonna kill me in korea. yea, i have sinus problem. So, technically it'll run NONSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i come back, wat's waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;#1 VALENTINE'S DAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i'll probably not get to celebrate it this year. Hopefully i'll get to celebrate it with *you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Maths Quiz on 14th feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahbahbah.. i hate college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Assignments to pass up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, Annotated biblography, accounts assessment on the 15th feb, moral projectS, IT proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGG.. KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh just a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;REMINDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do remember to bring passport photo on thursday, 14th feb, kies, poeple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR, Y'ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY THIS BE A SPLENDID WONDERFUL ROCKING MIRACULOUS YEAR FOR MY JEWELS. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lilian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6260606336822433814?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6260606336822433814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6260606336822433814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6260606336822433814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6260606336822433814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-and-stare-new-years-here-d-meaning.html' title='Just like a tattoo. New Year&apos;s here. :D Meaning ANGPOWS.'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-1411481557437313975</id><published>2008-01-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:02:30.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R49Rhz5zTQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a794vjYwc2o/s1600-h/dogs_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R49Rhz5zTQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a794vjYwc2o/s320/dogs_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156429739672685826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dog gives birth to mutant creature that resembles human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some research for my english research project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THIS is what i stumbled upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-1411481557437313975?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/1411481557437313975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=1411481557437313975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1411481557437313975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1411481557437313975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R49Rhz5zTQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/a794vjYwc2o/s72-c/dogs_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8585972409969190993</id><published>2008-01-11T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:13:44.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than me.</title><content type='html'>Uh-oh. It's only the first week and  of college and i feel like crap at the end of the week. Don't want to imagine the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say the beginning of the year turned out great. Maybe it's just another year, filled with exams and stress. However, i hope otherwise, hope for a year that brings lots of joy and happiness not only to me, but to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't expect to miss high school so much. Miss those days where i still head to school just to see my high school friends. Miss those crazy moments so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish i could turn back clock and do it once again. Bet you wanna do that too, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i know, i'm currently living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, Taylors college have been okay. Met so many nice people there. Just really hate the fact that i have to do presentation almost every day. GOSH. I'm going nuts already. I hope the decision of taking SAM is not a mistake. Well, i know, while i suffer with assignments now, people who are taking march and june intake are enjoying their time, sitting on the couch whole day, eating potato chips, watching tv in an air conditioned room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny, i'm jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple more days to Monday and that's when my driving test is. I'm a lil scared now. I mean, i really don't want to fail. Trust me, i don't think you'll wanna sit in the car when i drive. I'm a REALLY lousy driver. Boo for me.  Well, hope i have the strength and might to pass the driving test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, i get to skip college on monday. YAY! However, there'll be homework piling already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of my driving test, i'm not gonna be able to go thailand with my parents. I WANNA GO SHOPPPIINNNGGGG.  brinnnngg meeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The long study hours are killing me. I have never been so fond of fridays till now. Friday seems to be like the only day i look forward to. Saddening me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very exhausted now. So let's just let the pictures relive those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4cyLz5zTJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YsntqK8j04w/s1600-h/yin+mun%27s+farewell+lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4cyLz5zTJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YsntqK8j04w/s320/yin+mun%27s+farewell+lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154143477041417362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4c42T5zTLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e42CGnjBLvU/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4c42T5zTLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e42CGnjBLvU/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154150804255624370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a good time in NS.&lt;br /&gt;My college is hell.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you sooo muccchhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4dA6j5zTNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VQg0_G5HsYI/s1600-h/Joanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4dA6j5zTNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VQg0_G5HsYI/s320/Joanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154159673363090642" 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;&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;You mojojo, i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4c0ID5zTKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ay2xl7W2w9E/s1600-h/IMG_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4c0ID5zTKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ay2xl7W2w9E/s320/IMG_0522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154145611640163490" 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;div style="text-align: right;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, dearie.&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMNIT. just come to taylors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8585972409969190993?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8585972409969190993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8585972409969190993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8585972409969190993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8585972409969190993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-than-me.html' title='Better than me.'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R4cyLz5zTJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YsntqK8j04w/s72-c/yin+mun%27s+farewell+lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7712767156006696626</id><published>2007-12-30T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:50:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY a phone for me</title><content type='html'>yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a phone throughout my high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How saddening am i? it's not like i don't want a phone but my mum have a thing against me having a phone during high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about a month ago, high school and the major exam ended for me. So, i guess my mum thinks it's the right time to get me a phone. At first i thought she'll get me some cacated phone because she threaten to get me a china phone, but suddenly, she called, "Lilian, i got you a nokia 6500. Slide phone, metal one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my reaction : "OMG.. thank you mummy!!!! I LOVE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3daZT5zTFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AXJ8LVx-2MI/s1600-h/nokia-6500-slide-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3daZT5zTFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AXJ8LVx-2MI/s320/nokia-6500-slide-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149684089807391826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3daqD5zTGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QbbX3KIkMzU/s1600-h/nokia-6500-slide-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3daqD5zTGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QbbX3KIkMzU/s320/nokia-6500-slide-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149684377570200674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my phone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I miss you dearie... I miss you loads sab. I know you can't read this now, but i miss you. YOU TOO mun. MIss you guys soo bloody much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7712767156006696626?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7712767156006696626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7712767156006696626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7712767156006696626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7712767156006696626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-phone-for-me.html' title='FINALLY a phone for me'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3daZT5zTFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AXJ8LVx-2MI/s72-c/nokia-6500-slide-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7870057661729429740</id><published>2007-12-27T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:26:19.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing Voices</title><content type='html'>Alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, all the best to those going for National Service this Saturday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, a big thank you to all my dearies and darlings for the amazing support and love you've shown me. I'm gonna miss all of you, countless of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year ! :)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I can blog when I return for the CNY break on the 5th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get lost in the beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of everything i see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world ain't as half as bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As they paint it to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUCH LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7870057661729429740?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7870057661729429740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7870057661729429740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7870057661729429740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7870057661729429740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/hearing-voices.html' title='Hearing Voices'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-3550036427671271607</id><published>2007-12-27T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:53:26.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of christmas in summerland.</title><content type='html'>Christmas party at sab's house was great. In fact, a great way to wrap up the year before sending of my beloved friends to NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i'm starting to hate NS now. I tell you, they're stealing my friends away! Okay, i shall not continue rambling already, or i might scare people away from here, you know like my statements like, "i will burn all NS camps down tonite, so that sabrina won't have to go..". OKay, that's exaggerated, i won't burn buildings and camps, but i really don't want sab to goo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, i shall stop emoing. okay, TRY to stop emoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, i shall post up the pictures taken yesterday from sab's party, just a few, most of the pics aren't with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NBKz5zS7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/woqp0EMd-I4/s1600-h/P9122727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NBKz5zS7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/woqp0EMd-I4/s320/P9122727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148530453001751474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, mk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NCND5zS8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/GzxQ4JHIShM/s1600-h/P9122731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NCND5zS8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/GzxQ4JHIShM/s320/P9122731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148531591168084930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lilian is fat, mk, zhen, sabby wabby, mun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the pics i have in my cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people send to me the pics from the party k?? lovelove people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, i received some presents.&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From ethan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NHHD5zS9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3_zbrv086MQ/s1600-h/P9132733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NHHD5zS9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3_zbrv086MQ/s320/P9132733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148536985647008722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why on earth, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.. let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ethan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;it really reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;water and fan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"feng", "sui", get it? fan for "feng" and water for "sui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NJ0T5zS-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EfgGBLo0ZL4/s1600-h/P9132734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NJ0T5zS-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EfgGBLo0ZL4/s320/P9132734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148539962059344866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahahhaha.. gosh, ethan. However, it's the thought that counts. Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ally nice of you, ethan. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm touched. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan also got presents for the rest of the peeps. Kar May got a car a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nd a calendar. get it? CAR MAY. aahhaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Quan Yuan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NPqj5zS_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gKhhi7AJWHA/s1600-h/P9132736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NPqj5zS_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/gKhhi7AJWHA/s320/P9132736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148546391625386994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ain't the bear holding the lovely chocolates cute?&lt;br /&gt;woojiwoojiwwwwooojii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NROj5zTAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/j4EOTeZ4_BE/s1600-h/P9132738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NROj5zTAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/j4EOTeZ4_BE/s320/P9132738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148548109612305410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a box filled with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NTTj5zTBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OWBDAPWNCC0/s1600-h/P9132737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NTTj5zTBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OWBDAPWNCC0/s320/P9132737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148550394534906898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more chocolates inside. YUM-MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie, you're gonna regret giving me chocolates because i'm already growing fat, and soon, i'll be obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PUT ON 1kg since holiday started for me, which is nov 26th.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thank you so much for the lovely gifts, dearie. :D&lt;br /&gt;I bet those chocolates taste yummy. They're really tempting me to eat them, like calling out to me, "eat me eat me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, quan yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;secret santa&lt;/span&gt; sab mentioned about at her christmas party?&lt;br /&gt;I got sab's pressie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NWRz5zTCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/q6V8LDTQTBE/s1600-h/P9132739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NWRz5zTCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/q6V8LDTQTBE/s320/P9132739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148553663005019170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you, girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch on me when you get back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NYnD5zTDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TzmN6xFjmT8/s1600-h/P9082578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NYnD5zTDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TzmN6xFjmT8/s320/P9082578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148556227100494898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss you, bali. I'll be back someday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-3550036427671271607?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/3550036427671271607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=3550036427671271607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3550036427671271607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3550036427671271607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-christmas-in-summerland.html' title='Of christmas in summerland.'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R3NBKz5zS7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/woqp0EMd-I4/s72-c/P9122727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-701373376726702559</id><published>2007-12-27T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:14:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148514269456841058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3MyczgBOWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KrKU0Z3pghY/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Early Birds ;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Belle. Marcia.Zacvin.MengLeong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148515197169777026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3MzSzgBOYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/P0-hVRLzI3g/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lillyboo.Munkit.Zhenny. YinMun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148514260866906450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3MycTgBOVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/sFqGsWsVG-A/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoey.Uan Uan. Kittycat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148515188579842418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3MzSTgBOXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wlnvyooXUGs/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa-Na-Ta -An-Na. Silly cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148529843008256786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3NAnTgBOxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/v8d3n7VEXos/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser Siang! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148529851598191410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3NAnzgBOzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NyOsfP7Objg/s320/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks like Rudolph here doesnt he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148529847303224098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3NAnjgBOyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F3yI5QXKWeo/s320/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yin Mun &amp;amp; Meng Leong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148516494249900450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M0eTgBOaI/AAAAAAAAALE/2fMMVJKx3HE/s320/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148529855893158722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3NAoDgBO0I/AAAAAAAAAOU/fIp08zGhp28/s320/Picture+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Yu Szen. Yoong Ken. Choon Seng. Ethan Ca-lla-fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148523842938944146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M7KDgBOpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DNDDe0zso_E/s320/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Khei and Guannie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148523838643976834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M7JzgBOoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FFi6nt_WNxQ/s320/Picture+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabrina.KheiSze.WeiGuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148516489954933138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M0eDgBOZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LveMXqLZc28/s320/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blessedbeads we are! :Dthe bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148525359062399666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M8iTgBOrI/AAAAAAAAANM/w74JTg36Q4k/s320/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hwee CHINGYYYY ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148525354767432354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M8iDgBOqI/AAAAAAAAANE/N9araEsEgTs/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Belle. Marsh. Sabby. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148525363357366978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M8ijgBOsI/AAAAAAAAANU/vY6R5GsxlJs/s320/Picture+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steph &amp;amp; Dina *loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148520741972556322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M4VjgBOiI/AAAAAAAAAME/5E2Gu8_qjB0/s320/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends since Standard One! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148513496362727746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3MxvzgBOUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9gVCKmhLWBo/s320/Picture+023(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Potong-Er. Kar MAY ! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outside Mayhem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148520746267523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M4VzgBOjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hwFDoVGgwVA/s320/Picture+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why, but this picture looks kinda cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148522124952025666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M5mDgBOkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gyd3FwpaL6E/s320/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you believe its been a decade, dearies? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148522129246992978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M5mTgBOlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OkkgH_toirg/s320/Picture+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yong Meng being Weng Fai, Weng Fai being Yong Meng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148522137836927586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M5mzgBOmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eiGwMwEfN4Q/s320/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aww, so adorable! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148517056890616242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M0_DgBObI/AAAAAAAAALM/StbIZ5sQVCI/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girltalk. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family Reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148526823646247650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M93jgBOuI/AAAAAAAAANk/iBuzSfSR2Vg/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I'm not a pimp! :) lovethem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148519376172956146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M3GDgBOfI/AAAAAAAAALs/68v0S_EqTT4/s320/s+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Classic. :D jo missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148520733382621714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M4VDgBOhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/O-55EGJBApo/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half the monkey clan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faces of WeiKit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148518512884529634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M2TzgBOeI/AAAAAAAAALk/fhqFImGr-rw/s320/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148526827941214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M93zgBOvI/AAAAAAAAANs/eT8mJhPja-M/s320/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148518508589562322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M2TjgBOdI/AAAAAAAAALc/6rgUb3KxIdY/s320/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148526815056313042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M93DgBOtI/AAAAAAAAANc/-opflq4ssSI/s320/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtly, the most extraordinary creatures in the world &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148519380467923458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3M3GTgBOgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/jyO8fhDH3Vg/s320/Picture+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A promise for everlasting bonds of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Khei Sze. Chiaw Yee. Li Lian. Quan Yuan. Kit Weng. Yong Meng.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan. Wei Kit. Weng Hoe. Meng Leong. Choon Seng. Kar May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148529834418322178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3NAmzgBOwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/twM5EeX3yPg/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Foursome :D&lt;br /&gt;Car.Tree.Tofu.Cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-701373376726702559?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/701373376726702559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=701373376726702559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/701373376726702559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/701373376726702559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures ;'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R3MyczgBOWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/KrKU0Z3pghY/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-1642416966287106009</id><published>2007-12-27T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:44:38.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Jolly Christmas</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, the Christmas Post! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be in a separate post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To think that I could get out of the house and do some Christmas Shopping, Mum made a huge note on the door, asking me to head to the kitchen straight away after my bath. Oh well. Woke up pretty early in fact, and the entire morning towards afternoon was spent in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never knew it was THAT hectic in the kitchen. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was pretty drained by mid afternoon, so I took my time off to the room for a lil time for myself and of course my dearly-beloved-and-gonna-be-missed-lil friend, ipod. I delibrately sunk into the rain outside, and I was very much to my own lil world, till I missed the time to help Mum again. Then, USA called me up, at 5.30 am her time. Too excited for the Eve, and I definitely know why :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, the clock strikes 6.30pm, all changed and dressed up. I had to help Cheh with my non-prommy-dress-that-I-wore-to-prom cause she was going to church. The Godfather and Godmother came first, then the Godbrother, then the entire uncle clan. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Needless to say, it was a very good reunion. My mum's uncle, delibrately half-drunk, actually made a deal for SPM. Well, lets just say, I'm hoping very much for the 9As now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before 12am came, my itchy hands opened all of my presents. :D And, as sisters have great minds, Cheh bought me my first Guess? bag last year, and bought me my first Guess? wallet this year. :D:D Ironically, I got her a wallet too, thank God it wasn't the same! This year, presents came in red packets, and I got some lil nick-nacks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, Mum banged on the door to wake me up since Cheh was fast asleep like a log. Helped Dad out with the drinks and things like that. When the caterer came, the pots were oily and there was an oil spill, about an hour before guests were suppose to arrive. You couldn't believe the rush , of scrubbing, cleaning and stuff like that. But, all ended well because 10 minutes later, Dad's friends from the airport were the first to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got dressed, stayed in the room for a lil while, and then, the whole entertaining began. Neighbours , Mum's friends, Dad's friends, Relatives. The house was PACKED. And since Aunty Jenny (Mum's dear old friend) knew of my wish since young, she had me go in training, pouring her wine from time to time , getting her cakes and cleaning! More like a personal maid, but very good training I'd say :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite all the entertaining, I had fun! Mum&amp;amp;Dad's friends were pretty funny and 'happening' so to say, but gosh, they made me feel so good :) Ironically, some of them brought their grown-up children, and most of them were boys. My cousins Elson and Derrick couldn't help but poke fun with my future 'boyfriends'. We were sitting at the corner, entertaining ourselves. One by one, it was guy after guy, and each of them had hasty comments from Elson. And when I walk past them, they would smirk and smile giggly because of my 'boyfriend'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FUNNY, DERRICK. FUNNY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent most of my time babysitting lil Zoe, gosh, such an angel she is! No pictures though, but she's absolutely adorable and like what my cousin Derrick says, PRETTY :D. Very pretty and smart for a 3-year-old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At night, Dad suggested to head to his friend's place, from the Toastmaster's club he joined. It was pretty fun. They had carolling and lil awards, totally different from our Christmas. I was half dead when we got home. Watched good teevee and called it a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Party of the EndYear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Headed out to OU for a lil shopping. Got some presents (be-earlied). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/S : Hope you liked them, THE THREE OF YOU :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got home and prepared the stuff. Did my hair which didn't turn out in the end. The only reason for getting ready early : Waiting for my 'Christmas Helpers'. For an hour. And it started to POUR! :(  One by one, people started getting wet, my dress flew (ohyeah it did :D ) Hee, the storm. Out of nowhere, my Christmas Helpers got stuck in the rain and were in the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, poor little helpers. Ohyes, my helpers were &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;KittyCa&lt;/span&gt;t and&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; MengLeong&lt;/span&gt;! HEE, the people who gave me &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Meng Weng,&lt;/span&gt; the cow :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a very fun night indeed! Despite my utter madness at &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ser Siang&lt;/span&gt;, I'm pretty happy he got himself deferred from NS, since he wanted to do it for so long! And &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not to mention, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ETHAN&lt;/span&gt; didn't get wasted this year. Instead, it was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Weng Hoe&lt;/span&gt; (Don't LIE! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tsktsktsk. Glass after glass. Can after can. I got a lil tipsy myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think, I started laughing at myself, didn't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait, did I sing Copacabana ? Because after everyone left, I started singing that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I was tipsy alright. NOT DRUNK. :D Nyehehehehe. FELT SO GOOD :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Orange Liqeuor, White Wine, Kahlua,Beer, Shandy, Christmas Songs = PURE HEAVEN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, out of nowhere, we started having this 'meeting' outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was unintentional, but it was all good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be there, you have to have a can. Hee. We started having our "cheers" moments , and one by one having a different resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chiawyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to meet Yunho or Seungri in PERSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;KarMay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to grow more hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ethan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to grow FAIRER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wei Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to stop farting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to meet C.Ronaldo , do well in NS, and of course, achieve my longtime dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(gosh, i love you all la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For &lt;em&gt;ManUtd,&lt;/em&gt; to win the Premiership (&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS TO THAT WOOHOO&lt;/strong&gt;! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETHAN &amp;amp; KIT WENG&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; NYEHEHE. WHO'S &lt;strong&gt;TOPPING&lt;/strong&gt; THE TABLE NOW HUH? :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(ahem, ManUtd 4 Sunderland 0 / &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ManUtd&lt;/span&gt; 45 Arsenal 43)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lillyboo&lt;/span&gt; wore her dress we got from Seraphina! Its uberly cute, when you see it in pictures :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of us got tipsy at the table outside, crapping all the way and laughing at ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The alcohol just kept coming, all of us were getting a lil high to JT, and lots of snaps snaps around. But, when it was time to leave, I couldn;t help but switch to sad mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I admitt, I did shed tears when you guys were at the gate. I aint kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, for the 13 of us, it wouldn't end, would it? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(13 meaning the peepos in front of me, starting from the second row in the middle till the back, and the two lil peepos sitting on my right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was the greatest party to end my year :D Tons of fun, and its a bajillion THANKS to those who came and made this party awesome. :D You guys are simply amazing, dont you know that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MMHMM. :D Oh yes, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JESSE&lt;/span&gt;! Your card magic is AWESOMEPAWSOME :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shall we do it again next year? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*.Much Lovee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-1642416966287106009?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/1642416966287106009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=1642416966287106009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1642416966287106009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1642416966287106009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/holly-jolly-christmas.html' title='Holly Jolly Christmas'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2733690606748980675</id><published>2007-12-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:00:04.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goshgosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped foot in m'sia today at about 5.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali has been great! But damn, it had to rain hard. Wish that i stayed longer though. =( No doubt, i did miss m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that's not my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna drop by to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miss all of you loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower head is calling, will check in soon, darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2733690606748980675?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2733690606748980675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2733690606748980675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2733690606748980675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2733690606748980675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/goshgosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2891012898533476394</id><published>2007-12-25T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:46:11.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;May this joyous season bring in lotsa love and happiness for everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVES AND SMOOCHES ALL AROUND :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUCH LOVE!&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2891012898533476394?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2891012898533476394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2891012898533476394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2891012898533476394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2891012898533476394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-yall-may-this-joyous.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7832667317854129104</id><published>2007-12-24T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:15:37.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Noel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. Had my hands full for the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian is soaking up the fun in the sun on her family vacation to Bali! She's coming home tomorrow :) Hope you're enjoying yourself Lillyboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this Christmas, we had to do more shopping than usual. We just keep missing presents as we forgot to make the list. So, if any name comes out, we would be exclaiming "You always forget!" or "I don;t want to go to OU/Curve again!". Yeah, the clue is there. Cheh and I actually suggested to Mum to get presents from Pavillion /Gardens which almost made my mum faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I got all the wrapping done finally! Procrasination is never good. Cheh and Kor's cards are beautified a lil bit more, and their presents are safely hidden under the tree. At the last minute on Wednesday, Dad asked me to get Mum's present by hook or by crook. Dad was very eager to get Mum a new phone, so we did. Pretty good, I'd say. Not the N series ones, but good enough for her to hear the ringtones and message tones since my old Samsung gives her a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger cousins from Singapore ain't coming down this year since they went to Florida earlier :(&lt;br /&gt;I really miss them hell loads! Especially Maryanne, my shopping kaki :) Oh well, I might just drop in next year if I have the cash. This Christmas Eve will be a quiet one without the lil kids running around. Its good in a way, but Christmas Eve ain't Christmas Eve without the entire bunch! Tomorrow would be a busy day, but, I have absolutely no idea what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Ten Christmas Wishes 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) For a stronger bond between us as a family unit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A safe journey and extraordinary experience in NS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A stronger hold of friendship between my lovelies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Especially for my brother : Complete his 200 hours of flying and graduate! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A stonger resistance for myself to stop spending so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) SWEDEN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) For a vacancy in the airlines. (*hopes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Hmm, a trip together with my lovelies! Yes, I would love that next year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) A very smooth year without friction between my sister and brother as it has this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Lastly, for all my dear lovelies and family members to experience and share the same joy, happiness, love, success and prosperity as I have .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether you have played the biggest part in my life, or even the tiniest part, I appreciate each and everyone of you for the countless joy you've given me. So for Christmas, I'd wish that you will have that same joy in return. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147357347001219250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R28WPDgBOLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uDxXt10KdZY/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Much Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7832667317854129104?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7832667317854129104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7832667317854129104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7832667317854129104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7832667317854129104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-noel.html' title='The First Noel'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R28WPDgBOLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uDxXt10KdZY/s72-c/Image060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-5580747591362813338</id><published>2007-12-18T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:02:56.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Angel</title><content type='html'>I went for my Undang exam today. Hee, it was fun! The computer system got stuck halfway, and we had to do everything again. Nyehehe. Kar May got all excited for her Chipmunk movie. I was excited about going home for my long awaited cup of coffee since 6.30 in the morning, not to mention Difflam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difflam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. My throat is pain-stakingly aching since yesterday. Right now, the pain is on the upper right side , and it hurts when I talk a lil. But, knowing me, stubborn. I don't think I'll be going to the doctor's. Its not as pain as yesterday, but its still pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a sorethroat before Christmas, and its not because of the screaming of Christmas Carols going out of tune and scaring my cat away who btw ate a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;A whole damn lizard. Like, *slurp and in it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I say this one TOO many times, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor, you suck! :(&lt;br /&gt;You know when is the next time I'm gonna see you?&lt;br /&gt;NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;And no Christmas with you again? :( fine, i forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your siblings have left you for overseas/1000km up north, maybe you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cousins from Penang came down. I went to the doctor's first before heading to dinner at SS3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Uncle Joe , Aunt Julie and Uncle Justin +fam there too. Too bad my throat was sore, otherwise I would have gone for a glass or two. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was good. Company was good. Throat was bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145328138162616482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R2fgrjgBOKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y9gpSRQvwUE/s320/k_i_t_e__2_by_yigitaltay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just call me angel of the morning, angel&lt;br /&gt;Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just call me angel of the morning, angel&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly turn awayI won't beg you to stay with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-5580747591362813338?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/5580747591362813338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=5580747591362813338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/5580747591362813338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/5580747591362813338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-call-me-angel.html' title='Just Call Me Angel'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R2fgrjgBOKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y9gpSRQvwUE/s72-c/k_i_t_e__2_by_yigitaltay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7569998549145867463</id><published>2007-12-16T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:30:19.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>A busy week it has been, and a more busy week to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a week before Christmas, and I still have not finished buying presents. Well, the only person unchecked on my list is Mum. I'm considering a plain tee since she bought her present already. Thank God I bought the cards early, and the rest of the family is done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas tree is finally up, more reddish than ever. I have no photo, I'll post it up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is having their post on Prom 2oo7, so I'll leave it to the experts to elaborate on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, as Christmas draws closer, so is my time to attend National Service. I'm really grateful they gave a week's leave for CNY. I don't feel so reluctant anymore, there's nothing much I could do now, except expecting for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spree yesterday. Mum's plastic is gonna explode, but its a once-a-year thing, so it wouldn't hurt. I didn't buy anything. I could have settled for a tube dress to be worn on Xmas, since Cheh is wearing a dress. But, we were rushing a lil, so I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil, shall we have our Xmas shopping? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, on Monday, Mum was buying a present for her Godson. We stumbled upon the offer of a free bag with a purchase of RM 200. Mum was considering over and over again, but in the end, she landed with another perfume recommended by another promoter (who in fact is extremely good with public relations and hee, no doubt, gorgeous ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after a hefty time in One U, Mum insisted on driving to The Curve with determination to get Dad's present (perfume ) and that bag. Sadly, there wasn't anymore stock, and I really couldn't believe what a clown she was. She was so insistent! We manage to find the same promoter and she was mumbling away her disappointment. Three of us had a good laugh, and he manage to swipe in three miniatures for Mum and I since she couldn't get the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. He looked a lil bit like CR. ;) no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Busy week. Wrapping presents. Decorating for my dinner. Baking cookies with Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;Undang exam on Tuesday, which reminds me, I have to study for it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it beats lazing around at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of that, the phrase "Friends come and go like cars at the traffic light" is getting into me. I hate to see people leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother did, I never stopped thinking about it until a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, its all for the best, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're feeling better. You're gonna be a-okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O no, I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A spider web is tangled up with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I lost my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thought of all the stupid things I'd said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O no, what's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I turn to run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thought of all the stupid things I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coldplay&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7569998549145867463?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7569998549145867463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7569998549145867463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7569998549145867463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7569998549145867463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7721710831250859936</id><published>2007-12-10T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:03:22.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My legs are aching from all the walking I did over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The weekend was spent with Mum and Cheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Woke up pretty early to have some time with the TV. I was running late for my eyebrow appointment and it almost got cancelled. Though she was in a rush, I'm pretty happy with the results ! After that, it was Mum's hair appointment, which was an hour earlier. I do like the hair stylist cause he likes to poke fun at me. My mum told him that I was going for NS, he couldn't help but giggle throughout the entire time I was there. Even the guy who washed Mum's hair couldn't help but sniffle a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was pretty fun, at least I was entertained with jokes from him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We went home to wait for Cheh to get ready and off we went to OU.Mum and Cheh were the ones doing the shopping, and we spent most of our time on one floor. I became Cheh's personla shopper, handing out clothes for her. Though I wasn't in luck , but it was a breeze just window shopping and staring at some jaw-dropping prices. I got to share Cheh's clothes she bought. So, technically, I wasn't empty handed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We had tea at Bakerzin since Mum hasn't tried it out. Before that, there was this free wine tasting going on and we couldn't resist further. Argentinian wines were pretty good, and I enjoyed Risling alot! Mum bought me a bottle to indulge for my party. Nyehehe. We took glass after glass before our tastebuds were sunk in wine. Bakerzin was alright, cause it was Mum's treat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We set off walking for a little while before speeding home because we were late for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheh didn't want to join, so it was Dad, Mum and I. Uncle Joe was buying us dinner and whenever he's around, there has to be wine. Food was really good and pretty reasonable. Wine was just as good. And the restaurant owner was very friendly, in fact, he goes from table to table to ensure everything was alright. Oh, I met Dinesh and his family there! :) a big surprise because I have not seen him in a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Morning was spent at church, before heading to Kelana Jaya to book a caterer for christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grocery shopping done and headed home to wait for Cheh. Dad had a meeting so he left first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As what we did in May, we bravely set off to KL for one very good reason : Pavillion. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh, the roads in KL resemble Thailand. It was busy eventhough it was Sunday! Scary too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We missed a road, and took a big turn to Jln Pudu, almost heading to Cheras. After 45 minutes of straining our eyes for signboards, we safely stepped our feet there. I must say, I prefer Pavillion more than The Gardens. At least some things are buyable, but Gardens is mostly high-end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We spent a whopping two-hours in Forever 21 alone. The store was enormous and everything was arranged properly. We went from section to section, trying on every little piece we could get our hands on. I had tons of fun cause if it were in OU, I wouldn't step my foot there. Cheh manage to get some clothes for Christmas, which I got to share as well! Satisfaction indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went strolling around, enjoying the environment and the lovely choirs of Christmas Carols which lightened up my mood alot! They were very professional and their voices could be heard all over the mall! We took our walk to Parkson and I bumped into Kor's friend, Khing Wei there! I almost couldn't recognise her because she looked very different from the last time I saw her, even Mum said that! Exchange a quick hi before we headed out for an early dinner at Kampachi, as recommended by Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't really enjoy my food, and I would still rate Sakae Sushi the best so far for Japanese :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We made our plans for Christmas and since I was the most 'free' person now, the cleaning job is passed to me. Cheh and I promised to bake cookies together, so hopefully all turns out well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We walked more for a lil while and for the entire day, I was trying to get my hands on Starbucks just to fill up my card but after procrasinating so much, I missed it.Cheh and I manage to get shoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mine for prom :). It was really simple, and after getting home to try it on with the dress, It looked pretty weird. Honestly, I didn't have the 'prom vibe' coming up and felt quite reluctant. I'm really going for the simple thing, even if it means its not 'prommy' enough (inside joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were so beat at the end of the day. I truly enjoyed my weekend with Cheh and Mum. Sisterly bonding and mother-daughters bonding. Tomorrow would be another long day, but this time maybe without Cheh. Tomorrow is strictly for presents only, giving me an oppurtunity to get Dad,Cheh and Kor's presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sorry, no pictures were taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grandma is coming over tomorrow,so I need to clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ohkay, I'm gonna go get some time alone and start the cleaning process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enjoy the week, people! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muchlove*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7721710831250859936?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7721710831250859936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7721710831250859936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7721710831250859936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7721710831250859936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/black-coffee.html' title='Black Coffee'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-855133375629714730</id><published>2007-12-08T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:11:09.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I braved myself to watch it all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna make this quick because Mum dragged me out to the market this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S&lt;em&gt;ooner or later, they'll find you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141434074203732450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1oLDM0AueI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PorLBH1e9EM/s320/200px-The_others_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spoilers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, I thought the beginning of the movie was a total waste of time. Grace, played by Nicole Kidman, starts screaming and crying, and you would think she came out of a bad dream. Then, it quickly moves on to the arrival of these three maids &amp;amp; butler who, in her thought, were notified of an opening of a maid/gardener position at her enormous home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the movie moves on from there. Grace has two children, Ann and Nicholas. Ann keeps hinting of a presenc of a boy named Victor, of whom Grace thinks is a ghost or a hallucination or some form of fantasy to scare her brother, since both of them live in utter darkness (due to an illness in which exposition to light may kill them). Ann starts drawing pictures of four people, parents, the boy Victor and an old woman with godly scary eyes, since its all white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the movie, Grace is strict, and follows the Bible closely but towards the end, the elderly maid, Bertha starts telling her not alal answers are found in the bible. Grace starts hearing other people herself, like the loud steps above her knitting room and with the stupid door closing behind her when she was looking in the mirror, which I COULD NOT remove out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the piano room (which is forbidden to any soul ) which starts making sounds and the door shuts right in front of her face while she carries a shotgun everywhere she goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not too sure when was this particular scene, but its one of the key motives in the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this "Book of the Dead". You see in Mean Girls, you have the oh-so-pinkish Burn Book, in horror movies, its the book of the dead. The elderly maid (not mistaken, Bertha) tells Grace that these were the people who died in the exact position in the house. Some were sitting, and ohkay, that one scared me half to death. Book of the Dead? Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, one of the pictures were missing, and there were pictures of her son and daughter (which she was unaware of). The missing picture was the obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with all these, she goes into the fog to find the local priest to bless the house. Out of nowhere, her husband (pressumed dead in the World War) appears and returns home. Ann makes accusations to her father about 'the night when she went mad' and how she attacked her minutes before that. He spends a night with Grace, and disappears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The children wake up to find all the curtains missing, and Grace thinks it was the maid who was trying to suck her in all the crazy allegations of 'other people' living in the house, which was originally made by Ann. The maids leave, Ann and Nicholas make the run, to find the graves of the maids, while Grace finds the missing picture : the maids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it goes on with Bertha telling her that they will live in harmony, even if they were dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ann and Nicholas were in a room, and starts seeing the old woman whom Ann draws in her pictures. Grace finds out that her children and her own self were not the living ones, but the dead. The living were in seance (somesort of calling of the dead) and Grace starts attacking them spiritually. Having to have seen all the chaos, Victor's mum insists that they leave the haunted house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace, with her children, recalls the 'night where she went mad'. She missed her husband too much and became frustrated with her children, and suffocated them with a pillow before taking the shotgun to her forehead. And how she could wake up and thought that God gave her another chance (which brings to the beginning) .Bertha tells them they could get along, even if they were dead cause they don't see the living sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They inhabit the same house, while the living leaves the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully, this movie scared the crap out of me, after Skeleton Key. I'm easily wiped off from such movies and this is byfar a very intuitive horror flick . I think its absolutely good, other than all the same old Korean horror which involves long-haird girls of half chopped heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole Kidman was superb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, go check this movie out or if you want to, you can borrow the CD from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kit Weng! Quan Yuan! I dare you to watch. Shall we? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liliannn! Where are you? MISSS YOU TONS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-855133375629714730?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/855133375629714730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=855133375629714730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/855133375629714730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/855133375629714730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/others.html' title='The Others'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1oLDM0AueI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PorLBH1e9EM/s72-c/200px-The_others_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-4727906028963046986</id><published>2007-12-07T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:50:20.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whoakay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As again, I've been pretty bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I do is lounge on my couch, flipping channels, and taking old CDs such as Grease, Men In Black and such to cure my boredom after scaring myself with 'The Others'. I turned it off as soon as Nicole Kidman saw the damn door open by itself while she was looking in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even got to the part where the curtains went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must watch it again, today and hopefully give you the synopsis (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rain has made the weather so cooling, its hard not to coop up in my brother's room and just have my own talk of thoughts with myself and having One Republic /Evanescence/ Frank Sinatra sing to me (: though I'm pretty worried about my brother is Terengganu. Floods alreayd hit Pahang and Kelantan and Johor. Its scary, ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, aside all that, there were little screeches here and there, but I'm glad its all resolved (: and I do stress that it was my fault in the first place and my deepest apologies to those involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never meant for it to happen that way and I'm sure to correct such mistakes if it ever happened again. I'm really sorry. You know who you are. (: love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yesterday night, Mum and Dad asked me to tag along to KL to attend their friend's dinner at Raintree Club. It was jammed all the way and I was famished when I got there. Whacked two plates of delicious food and a very filling chocolate mousse. God, I'm growing into a fatty in no time (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' halfway and time had to pass so fast for my doctor's appointment.Eczema is healing slowly, and he gave me an extra cream. I have to say, he's pretty open about certain issues. He started talking to me about some issues which I would not mention and I was shocked to know he doesn't mind talking about it! All in all, it was a good visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got some bread home for breakfast+lunch but to my dismay, the movie already ended! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh. Audrey Hepburn is definitely a classic, aside from Dita Von Teese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141066493722671554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1i8vM0AucI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gpaVP2z31_w/s320/s.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore her beauty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be a busy day. Mum had to make me cut my plans and keep the whole day free. Shelling from her ain't a pretty sight. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And right now there's a war between the vanities&lt;br /&gt;But all i see is you and me&lt;br /&gt;The fight for you is all I?ve ever known&lt;br /&gt;So come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OneRepublic ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MuchLove *.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-4727906028963046986?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/4727906028963046986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=4727906028963046986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4727906028963046986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4727906028963046986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/come-home.html' title='Come Home'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1i8vM0AucI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gpaVP2z31_w/s72-c/s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6556868371243662954</id><published>2007-12-04T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:28:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Party ;)</title><content type='html'>By the lovely Dina :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The After Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Mojo, Asian Heritage Row, Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located right in the heart of KL City, it would be a near distance frm all our prom venues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: December 13th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be right after the DJ, Sri KDU and DU prom! Let's la party party together-gether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time : Midnight til late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do go back at a reasonable time, the 'late' thing is just to sound cool. We are still kids so please ah after mummy daddy scold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attire: Prom attire/Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to see people in formal clothing getting it down and dirty. Nothing beats a drunk girl vomitting on another girl's RM1000 tailored dress. Though, if you think you'd rather get it down and dirty in your sexy outfit, we don't mind. We like.&lt;br /&gt;*note: sexy not slutty (sluts will be kicked out and sent to jln chow kit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price: RM50 per person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good deal. Will elaborate further. Just read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syarat: Form 5 in the year 2007/ prom go-er&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot whats syarat in English already. But whatever la you get the point. Non form 5s or non prom go-ers will get kicked out. Wait. They won't even be allowed in. Thank God for bouncers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: Vin Diesel was a former bouncer before he got his acting career together.Something that I know, share with you guys la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY SHOULD I GO TO YOUR AFTER PARTY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 It's an exclusive party by invitation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pay us, we invite you. When you purchase your ticket, you will have to sign a guest list and fill in your name and details. There will be a serial number on each ticket.On that night itself, show the bouncer (I would like to call the bouncer Vin Diesel frm now on) your ticket, he will check his guest list and if your name matches your IC and serial number on his guest list, he allows you in. Entrance is very strict. So please I'm trying to help you not to get your ass kicked by Vin Diesel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 Free flow of beer&amp;amp;soft drinks, limited cocktails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all our underage kaki botols out there, mummy daddy doesn't have to know. Pay us and come, and your secret is safe with us *winkwink.Please party responsibly, nobody likes to see vomit. Especially after the hotel food. Eeeeee.Soft drinks are for the non-adventurous ones. Don't laugh at us. We will be driving you home so you shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 There will be a dancefloor and a DJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to get down and jiggy with it. I like to pretend I am Shakira. I know you do too.Besides, we guarantee good music. No lala music. GUARANTEED for sure. And please, no phat pants. Shuffling is so last year. Vin Diesel will kick shufflers to Sg Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 SOCIAL reasons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about meeting potential college mates! Catching up with old friends frm other schools! Partying away with current schoolmates! This is the only party where everyone is invited, meeting all diff people from diff schools. Imagine everyone at ONE spot, drinking, dancing and having fun!Your prom represents your last bond or last meeting with your current schoolmates, but the after party represents a new beginning, socialising with other high school leavers BEYOND your school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 "RM50? You gotta be kidding me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its a freaking GOOD DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;Think about this. Its a Thursday night. In KL City. Entrance fee for any club will cost you the same and even more WITHOUT any drinks included mind you.Its a Thursday Night. Uh-oh. Ladies Night. Clubs will be packed with ladies entering clubs for free. Why should I pay? (If Im a lady la)Listen, listen. Yes you will be entering free. But ever think about drinks? You will have to pay for that. And hello? Partying with like the public is like SO NOT COOL. If you're a drinker, being underage will be tricky!And for the boys, you have no say. All clubs in KL you will have to pay not only for your entrance but for your drinks as well. AND you will be partying with OLD, WORKING, SMELLY old public people, EEEEEE. Is that how you wanna end your high school prom night? Partying with old people?Mind you kiddos, its KUALA LUMPUR, nothing comes cheap except this miracle party seriously. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 Safety&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us, are goody-goodies. We don't drink, and we listen to our parents. So, tell mummy and daddy that there will be many Vin Diesels to make sure that nobody does anything funny.The public will not be permitted in the club as we have booked the WHOLE ENTIRE CLUB (oh yes, believe it baby) So we are safe from scary outsider people.As for the scary insider people, please take care of yourselves. Please party responsibly. Mind you, you are NOT ENCOURAGED to drink pass your limit, as we the organizers will not be held responsible for you.Please don't scare away the non-drinkers, though I gotta say we find drunk people amusing. If you have crossed the line, yes Vin Diesel will kick you out. So please, as this is very important, PLEASE know your limits and party responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;*note: P license holders -- 0 alcohol level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 Perfect Ending to High School Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its cliche, we watch in movies, a perfect ending to a prom is always someone getting laid. Just for your info, the party does not provide such services.I mean, imagine form 5s from DJ, DU, Sri KDU, Sri Aman, BB, Tmn Sea, BU4 and many other Petaling school kids at ONE place? This my friend, is the social event of the year. Prom will not be complete without an after party, if you miss this, trust me you will be walking around with a big L on your forehead.Message frm the organizers:We are doing this to create an event not bounded by school rules, no more using LEO IU Nights as an excuse to meet and socialise with people. We will like to create an environment where everybody can have fun, party safely and responsibly.We the organizers are extremely sentimental, we love high school, and we need something, an event to sum everything up. This party will be the beginning of an end for us.We went all out on this party and hope you guys can makes this a reality. Help us help you end your high school life the best way possible.Also, the reason why we are doing this is because we excessively watch E! Entertainment and pretend that we're Hollywood superstars after an award show. Don't deny, we know you are like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEEEE YOU GUYS AT THE PARTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fardina&lt;/span&gt; 012-373 1009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;May Ee&lt;/span&gt; 012-603 9890&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*please call us to secure a placing for the party. Limited spaces only. Payment are made in person via meetups in One Utama (we love ONE U!!) on 5th Dec til 9th Dec. Please call us to confirm. (Yes we are that FREEEE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6556868371243662954?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6556868371243662954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6556868371243662954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6556868371243662954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6556868371243662954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-party.html' title='After Party ;)'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-379380909117490904</id><published>2007-12-04T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:05:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on the verge of boredom now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my sister keeps asking the same question :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why are you at home? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By right, I should be out, enjoying my time after months of nonsensical stress and tiresome. The only thing is, the transportation and the company! Half ain't around, half are busy. Can't blame them at all, probably I should be doing something productive other than lounging my ass with boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the TV my best friend yesterday. Watched every interesting shows on AFC, Travel &amp;amp; Living. Then, I decided to click on "Mona Lisa Smile" to kill my boredom. Its a great movie to watch! Big names like Maggie Gyllenheal,Kirsten Dunst, Julia Stiles and Julia Roberts bundled in one movie. I wonder if it is a true story, how ladies just attend school to gain knowledge ,be married off and forever carry out their duties as housewives throughout their lives. I enjoyed it very much.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a long distance call near to noon. Basically caught up on alot of things, since she ain't coming back anymore and the possibility of moving once again. It went on to a 2 hour conversation filled with crappy jokes and a bound of serious talk. Nevertheless, it was a good phone call (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've registered for the theory part of driving on Saturday. Then, its most probably shopping with Mum and Sis since we haven't gotten the presents yet and most importantly "christmas clothes" (: as we call it. And my eyebrow appointment as well. Well, at least I'll have something to look forward to other than sitting at home. I'm too lazy to do anything, even baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposedly, I was to gather some of my dearies for a 3 course dinner to test my cooking but everyone is outta town! Probably next week, maybe (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eczema is not healing properly. My neck itches like crazy and abstaining myself from scratching is pure torture. Which reminds me, Friday would be my second appointment to check on it. I hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I managed to get a close up picture of Kimmie, my cat. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140056287349881250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1Ul9c0AuaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OCePNNBA0KE/s320/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140056540752951730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1UmMM0AubI/AAAAAAAAAII/ChlVXa_hRSc/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty. Maybe I'll go catch up on "Everybody Loves Raymond" now.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop and stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I've become what I can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, do u see what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-379380909117490904?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/379380909117490904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=379380909117490904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/379380909117490904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/379380909117490904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/stop-stare.html' title='Stop &amp; Stare'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1Ul9c0AuaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OCePNNBA0KE/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7348715384156816369</id><published>2007-12-02T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:25:17.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half A Week Before The Winter</title><content type='html'>Its a Sunday, but I'm bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to visit Sunway Pyramid's new wing was cancelled cause parents were tired.&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Nilai today for a Malay wedding.Well, its the wedding of my Mum's close friend's brother. Honestly, I haven't really witnessed such weddings before. Usually I attend the all Chinese weddings with the 10 course dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a certain part of me that saw harmony. The groom is a Chinese-Malay and the bride was Pakistani-Chinese. A very mixed wedding indeed, and the blend of values really amazed me. The Chinese side of the family totally switched their gear. They were in baju kurungs, and even followed the custom of tudung. I was surprised at first, but then again, its a mixed wedding. I'm pretty sure there is a great deal of tolerance for one's values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about the Malay tradition of weddings, but it goes something like this. The groom will dress up in one house, the bride in another. The kompang crew will escort the groom with all the hantaran to be presented to the bride while the ladies take the bride to meet her husband. They'll meet under an umbrella and take their steps to the bersanding platform. The theme was green, so immediate family members all wore green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was under the hot scorching sun, it was worth it. I found the whole thing interesting. even if it took, like maybe 20 minutes? I eyed on the barang hantaran to see what it really was.&lt;br /&gt;Patchi chocolates, shoes, a handbag, sweet cakes. The best thing was, the houses that the bride and groom occupy, were actually the neighbours place! I guess the spirit of gotong-royong is has a very prominent space in such weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, a worthwhile ride to Nilai indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll see him (Mum's close friend) for Christmas with his partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hisguypartner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to express it, but I really do miss travelling. I wished I'd appreciate more when my dad could give us an annual holiday while we follow him on flight. I miss packing my stuff, doing a checklist, getting all excited with where I am about to go. I simply loved the holidays back then because of two reasons :The annual vacation and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy planes, I just do. Though I get the upset stomachs, but I really love the plane very much.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this is seriously taking over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have four months of break next year, I think I'm gonna try my luck and ask my parents to let me off on my own (: But I'll definitely know its a strong objection.Maybe Singapore might be an exception. Oh yes, the four month break is due to my late intake in July. So, when I return from NS in March, the four months is for me to take a break. I honestly can't wait for that part because I wouldt have learnt how to take the wheel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the holidays, I know I've said this a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss &lt;strong&gt;Stockholm&lt;/strong&gt; so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospitality of the Swedish people which warms us during the absolutely cold winter, the Ikea furniture at every inch in the hotel, the hot coffee near the window overlooking snow-filled grounds,fresh hot pralines , the fresh and not so polluted air, the smell of old buildings which still stand tall, the Christmas feeling all over the town and the vast amounts of decorations of lights and mini christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139318798515485074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1KHN80AuZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DJK-AEnRMBI/s320/Nostalgia_by_DualMechanized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the weight of empty promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I stand swallowed by the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Flickering above the highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanessa Carlton ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Much Love*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7348715384156816369?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7348715384156816369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7348715384156816369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7348715384156816369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7348715384156816369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/half-week-before-winter.html' title='Half A Week Before The Winter'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1KHN80AuZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DJK-AEnRMBI/s72-c/Nostalgia_by_DualMechanized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-1090711180268768982</id><published>2007-12-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:22:26.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Enough</title><content type='html'>The tree.&lt;br /&gt;I've known her throughout my high school life, and yet, we only got so much closer last year.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how she's always there whenever I needed her. She calls to check on me whenever I get so emotional over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;strong&gt; knows&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139021200231545202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1F4jc0AuXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1zU2gBaJ9IY/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139021655498078594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1F4980AuYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3hSKih24da0/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Szesze/ tree/ shadow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, to commemorate (did i spell it right? :/) the beautiful lady's seventeenth, we treated her to a surprise at Marche' ,The Curve. Things were pretty screechy before that, but once we got her and everything, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who made it happen! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had fun dear! (:&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry I couldnt stay long cause Mum wanted to get my 'prommy' stuff at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gardens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats what we thought. We shopped more at Megamall than The Gardens. The sales was going on, and I manage to get a new pair of jeans and two tees and the necklace I've been dying to get from Diva. Pretty satisfied (: but I need to shop for Christmas as well as finish off the checklist because half of my closet is gone. Mum was pretty satisfied herself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mum is around, dinner must be Japanese. She's a real sashimi and soft shell crab freak.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a pretty tiring but fun0filled day (:&lt;br /&gt;My legs are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Nilai tomorrow and probably a little more shopping !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm diagnosed with chronic eczema (skin rash).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel super down about it. My whole future its kinda ruined. If you know me well, you'll understand why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The doctor was pretty scary, cause he kept telling me how serious it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need to stay out of beef, prawns, crabs and certain stuff. I think I'll be vegetarian some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosh. I hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my sister does, for a moment. she wants me out of NS badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pour real life down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;MuchLove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-1090711180268768982?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/1090711180268768982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=1090711180268768982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1090711180268768982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1090711180268768982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-enough.html' title='Good Enough'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R1F4jc0AuXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1zU2gBaJ9IY/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7271891327234615981</id><published>2007-11-30T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:51:35.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING :D</title><content type='html'>Weeeeee.. yesterday was a blast. Gosh, haven't been shopping liddat for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SHOPPING WITH SABRINA IS DANGEROUS! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;REALLY DANGEROUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, she's the nicest person on earth you can find, she does no harm. Well, for me, when i shop with her, she encourages my senses to get what I like. Nothing bad to my body, but alot harm to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WALLET, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;which is now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EMPTY&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how to say this but, sabrina has an attraction to make me buy things! crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, you should see the smile on my face, which sab said it looks spastic! ahahhaa.. We know why, sabby. I am freakingly happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've seen us running around curve, ikano like mad cows. Ahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY pleasant shopping experience with sabby. AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; finally, sabby and I got our outing after so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take a peep at wat i bought? here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R0-A-o4FreI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZT4N2Sc2XHw/s1600-R/P8172327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R0-A-o4FreI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5O3fTjmg-qE/s320/P8172327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138467513465941474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a carousel, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R0-GOI4FrhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/046f-5FbWX8/s1600-R/P8172334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R0-GOI4FrhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j0xGW3Ny9nc/s320/P8172334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138473277312052754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love the black dress and the frills at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R0-E0o4FrgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tyrrXwRyQZU/s1600-R/P8172335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R0-E0o4FrgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fIuzRAyvSrA/s320/P8172335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138471739713760770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green is the new yellow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and a white babydoll dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo sooo soooooosoooooooooooooo happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, gotta run, stomach's calling for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7271891327234615981?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7271891327234615981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7271891327234615981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7271891327234615981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7271891327234615981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/shopping-d.html' title='SHOPPING :D'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/R0-A-o4FreI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5O3fTjmg-qE/s72-c/P8172327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2246131710366407850</id><published>2007-11-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:10:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmate</title><content type='html'>Today was the Beads outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word : Toally spastic ;) in a good way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138215097496217010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R06baGHPpbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JDfwuuzMlgI/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hit the Curve for some good shopping treat, and we did! Well, not we actually. Lilian did! Wholly. She had bags and bags of stuff! It was seriously fun! But tiring as well. Walking in and out from Cineleisure, to Curve, to Ikano. We raided FOS, but I came out empty handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilian was eyeing on the shorts and I thought it was seriously niceee! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bumped into Yin Mun and Hui Wen! That stupid LAUGHING PARTNER OF MINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told us that she missed her Accounts exam, and we believed her. I'm a very gullable person, but her tone sounded serious, it was hard to tell whether she was lying or not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 8 had this sale at some open space. I bought a grey dress, while Lil bought her babydoll! Uber cute. Bumped into KarMay, SuWei, Viv and Joanne P. Headed to Cineleisure soon after. We went hunting for off shoulder tops and 10 minutes before heading home, we found the perfect one. Not me actually, but Lil ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious shopaholics we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tea was at Paddington since it was Lil's first time. I ordered Tokyo and it was really filling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, good enough to settle my upset stomach. Had great talks, caught up on many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shan't be the last time! More outings to come! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We dropped by to Ikano, and both of us manage to get our earring stand! Finally, after ages of waiting! It was cheaper than the flea market, and it was rather limited. Treated ourselves with Starbucks before heading home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138215101791184322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R06baWHPpcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fR-gatII2bE/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138215106086151634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R06bamHPpdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2-Nn2gtwbMM/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've put on weight :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138215106086151650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R06bamHPpeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LiyHYu5jQkI/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138215110381118962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R06ba2HPpfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VKxuH8dO1I8/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The thinking picture.&lt;br /&gt;(She took more photos than this)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Your turn LIL SPASTIC. ;) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who sat on her glasses and bent it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How do I find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;here's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS : Missing you truckloads,korkor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2246131710366407850?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2246131710366407850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2246131710366407850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2246131710366407850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2246131710366407850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/soulmate.html' title='Soulmate'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R06baGHPpbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JDfwuuzMlgI/s72-c/Image053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-591586733126462391</id><published>2007-11-27T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:00:30.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>Alrighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to narrow down my 'to-do-list'. I cleared my table, cleared my closet and got Della fixed through technical support. I think Della needs an additional RAM. :) Now its left with one more thing, SIMS 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyay! Tomorrow, I might be going out with the crystal bead, Lilian! I'm hpoing to get my eyebrow done tomorrow. Plucking it. If only my sissy gives me the name of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go catch up on all the movies I've been dying to repeat! Haha, old movies I mean. Nothing nice in the market so far. Even my sister said so. My eczema is killing me. My neck is now flushed red because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-591586733126462391?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/591586733126462391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=591586733126462391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/591586733126462391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/591586733126462391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8841830530955935658</id><published>2007-11-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:52:21.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The intense feeling of relieve. The intense feeling of unexplainable thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137163822646142354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R0rfR2HPpZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mD2lrN44oEE/s320/DARK_POEM_by_TOYIB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I've been longing for since forever! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the paranaphelia during my time of horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137163818351175042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R0rfRmHPpYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0lVSwvsaaf8/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nerding with Sister's glasses. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137163809761240418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R0rfRGHPpWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/R_2yeK62Tas/s320/Image0301+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The door of Motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137163814056207730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R0rfRWHPpXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BYpTT4h7Mts/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I never expected anything from them.&lt;br /&gt;Even my brother signed it.&lt;br /&gt;That made me even more motivated&lt;br /&gt;to be strong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137164917862802850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R0rgRmHPpaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AzmfNzaLGF8/s320/Image0301+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheh's card &amp;amp; Ben's card :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I totally forgot to buy some shandy home to be shared with my sister for finishing our exams.&lt;br /&gt;But, she's out anyways. Can't wait for our shopping trip! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian dearrr, WE MUST GO OUT OKIE? CURVE :D&lt;br /&gt;Loveyoulots dearie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So slide over here&lt;br /&gt;And give me a moment&lt;br /&gt;Your moves are so raw&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let you know&lt;br /&gt;You're one of my kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8841830530955935658?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8841830530955935658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8841830530955935658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8841830530955935658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8841830530955935658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-you-tonight.html' title='I Need You Tonight'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/R0rfR2HPpZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mD2lrN44oEE/s72-c/DARK_POEM_by_TOYIB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-851616610782925100</id><published>2007-11-26T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:24:30.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee hippe yayyay</title><content type='html'>Let me give you the summary of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 horrible bio papers. which are now OVER!&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, i was smiling throughout all the bio papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. It's not because i could do them, u doink. it's because it's the last papers i'm taking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-celebration at pn. joyce's house which is really really nicee!! (which joanne and i dropped by for about half an hour. Hehe.. we had plans :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-got my eyebrows threaded. Gosh, i love them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne lied!!!! she said it don't hurt at all. IT HURTS! n all joanne could do was stand there and laugh at me. Okay, fine, so i fidgeted abit. yea, and ask the lady to stop for a teeweee moment to breathe. It was painful, okay! Well, it's my first time. Joanne said she should've recorded it. But, too bad, :p, she didn't! i still love you, jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-went over to centrepoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached the entrance of centrepoint, it was 5.57pm. So, we smart asses thought that the parking's is only free after 6.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, joanne parked her car, right in front of the ticket booth, and we waited there. No car was coming though. So we were waiting and was reading the sign. It says : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1st hour- free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We started laughing like mad hyenas. ahahhaha... Must have looked pretty dumb waiting in the car right in front of the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joanne got her cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sat in secret recipe because i liked the red chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I love today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how many countless times, you have always referred to after spm. For example, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"what are you going to do after SPM?" or "where are you going after spm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For me, now is already after SPM. Gosh, it's so weird like just now i wanted to ask, "which college are you going after spm?", then i realise it's after spm. Gosh, i love the after spm period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, now i can eat sleep sleep eat grow fat. Ahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. i do feel quite dirty. Very actually. I'm gonna hit the showers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-851616610782925100?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/851616610782925100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=851616610782925100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/851616610782925100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/851616610782925100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/yippee-hippe-yayyay.html' title='Yippee hippe yayyay'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6429812829508888903</id><published>2007-11-24T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:26:01.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>How I wished I dropped Bio as well . I can't stand the presurre (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least this would be the very last weekend of cooping up in my brother's room like a caged bird. I'm set to spread my wings to fly freely at 3.30pm, 26th November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually do feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders at this instant. The only thing I have to worry about is Biology, which gives me full (or half) concentration. I'm hoping to step out of the house tomorrow after church. Mum's going to Terengganu tomorrow for a leisure trip. Won't be seeing my brother though. ): so its just me and dad for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we welcomed a brand new addition to our family. Yeap, Persona arrived yesterday evening, and it was a long goodbye to Wira which has been a part of us for 10 years now. I dare say, I do like her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon. I got the biggest surprise call from two people who never told me they were back. Sadly, he left today and she's leaving tomorrow. The horror of not seeing them again or probably never again since they're leading their lives there from now on. Sighs. Separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get going now.&lt;br /&gt;Fourty-nine hours and 7 minutes till I fly! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If your love could be caged, honey I would hold the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*.Much love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6429812829508888903?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6429812829508888903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6429812829508888903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6429812829508888903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6429812829508888903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-3595471117769264129</id><published>2007-11-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:03:51.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The instrumental version of this song makes my heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Jelen speaks to me in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;not verbally.&lt;br /&gt;But rhythmitically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been posted to Kem Millenium, Beranang Selangor on the 29th.&lt;/div&gt;Anyone of the same camp? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,I am not looking forward to it. I've just bribed my mum into letting me go for a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you have done that, could you leave a message and tell me its possible? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much has changed. Between us, there's so much that has left the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I won't say much about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never said I was disappointed, but I'm sure you get the picture. God knows what is happening. And I'm not here to judge. But, I hope one day, you'll realise that so much is lost. I can't see the gap between now. I'm just shadowed by the fact that this could ever happen. I can't communicate much since its a bombshell here and your wires suck, but I hope the message pulls through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know how much I love you, but you know how much I hate seeing it this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you'll get through. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes, you know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SPM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The week before. Totally tensed and emotional. You know, the thoughts of giving up were always running in my head, I don't think it ever got tired. I was constantly worried, trying to get other stuff to boost up my patience level. Sadly, it always stayed the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The actual starting week. Jibbering like nobody's business. My patience level dropped to zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The papers were exceptionally tough, one could wonder what's in store for the three Science papers. One word for now : Doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've lost my energy after today's paper. I hope it should be a good resting day today, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133451523498419538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rz2u9mHPpVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nLqzwm9lRhU/s320/Stairway_to_something_alse_by_gravisher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And finally the silence&lt;br /&gt;Looking out, looking back across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a meaning&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I just left it all behind&lt;br /&gt;Still I smell a lingering softness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah, the memories (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;*. Much Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-3595471117769264129?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/3595471117769264129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=3595471117769264129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3595471117769264129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3595471117769264129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/come-on.html' title='Come On'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rz2u9mHPpVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nLqzwm9lRhU/s72-c/Stairway_to_something_alse_by_gravisher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-4161192316354547568</id><published>2007-11-16T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:15:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHWEMistry</title><content type='html'>So, here i am, at sab's house, tr&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;ng to study.. with everybody having a their own space on the bed, on the chair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, we're toking about phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;meng leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"i drop my phone from first floor.. n i saw it drop... *slow motion* NOOOOoooooooo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okays.. i know we're suppose to study, but wth.. i'm blogging while listening to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kitty wans to play worms. BUT, the comp's kinda corrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Owh, and yea, sab misses her bro. Yea, the exam stress is getting to us. You've guessed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-4161192316354547568?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/4161192316354547568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=4161192316354547568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4161192316354547568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4161192316354547568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/chwemistry.html' title='CHWEMistry'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-5004994838354734750</id><published>2007-11-07T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:39:00.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy meowing birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY, YOU OLD AND UNWISE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/RzGjTzvbUwI/AAAAAAAAADw/_W11mSrFc80/s1600-h/P7202215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/RzGjTzvbUwI/AAAAAAAAADw/_W11mSrFc80/s320/P7202215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130061011253678850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Meeeooowww meoww 17th meoooowwwww...&lt;br /&gt;ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-5004994838354734750?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/5004994838354734750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=5004994838354734750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/5004994838354734750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/5004994838354734750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-meowing-birthday.html' title='happy meowing birthday'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/RzGjTzvbUwI/AAAAAAAAADw/_W11mSrFc80/s72-c/P7202215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-850397211992253427</id><published>2007-11-04T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:11:15.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye blues</title><content type='html'>8 years. Don't you think that's kinda long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you miss someone who is part of your life for at least 8 years? I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just left, an hour ago for the airport, heading back to her home in Indonesia. I cannot deny that i'll miss her loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my eyes are as puffy as a panda's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna tolerate my nonsenseness? who's gonna make me good food to eat? who's gonna cook claypot chicken rice for me? who's gonna wash my baju kurung everyday for me to wear in school? who's gonna ask me to chill whenever i get mad or scolded? who's gonna say, 'i believe in you, lilian.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain how much she's already play a part in my heart. This eight years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my birthday's around the corner, she wrote a letter, wishing me happy birthday and also an angpau and she apologised for not getting to celebrate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Ry0N1zvbUvI/AAAAAAAAADo/pPpAbuneurA/s1600-h/P7222278+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Ry0N1zvbUvI/AAAAAAAAADo/pPpAbuneurA/s320/P7222278+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128770768718222066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kakak, saya rindu akan mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-850397211992253427?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/850397211992253427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=850397211992253427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/850397211992253427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/850397211992253427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/goodbye-blues.html' title='Goodbye blues'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Ry0N1zvbUvI/AAAAAAAAADo/pPpAbuneurA/s72-c/P7222278+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8845294078196747936</id><published>2007-11-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:55:59.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear brother had his first flying observation yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;He actually sat in front of the trainer wheels. He exclaimed that he was very excited, I can't wait for the message from him "I flied the plane today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best, Kor! loveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's match was absolutely goood. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal 2 - Man Utd 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The goals were the heart racers, honestly. Giggs could have scored! Then again, I was rooting for both teams at the beginning. But after Fabregas scored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee, I flewww. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next thing I knew, the ball went to Ronaldo, and Man Utd was in the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee, I flewww even higher :).&lt;br /&gt;But, gosh. His boots were so striking. I enjoyed Fabregas though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stress was relieved after watching the match. I'm constantly worried over too many things, but at least that was the little barbitrate to calm all my anxieties down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I may have taken you by surprise, but to me.&lt;br /&gt;That was the the craziest thing I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my apologies. If I did make you weary and confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Truly, I was not hurt in any way. I was just as scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're truly a wonderful friend to me, and hopefully I won't lose that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, so much.&lt;br /&gt;You know who &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;are :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128630888108273986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RyyOnr3KMUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C9F4iAVpDfo/s320/__by_UFOGlassHens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At a stoplight in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in first and I wonder if I should stay&lt;br /&gt;The right is history and to my left the choice is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just need to follow the sun before I'll know if I'll see this another way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birthday Dedications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128641148785144146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RyyX873KMVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1vsAgDqJycQ/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Li "Lillylulu" lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The journey through thick and thin, was plainfully amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your treasured words,&lt;br /&gt;and the priceless friendship we've shared over these two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will have a very sweet seventeenth indeed.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve all the shugar in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;And, we go shopping together-gether just the two of us okie! :D&lt;br /&gt;We'd be blessedbeads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Next Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kit "KittyCat" Weng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128642639138795874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RyyZTr3KMWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fP8L5QmmC-g/s320/L1000625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My true confidant and the first person I got&lt;br /&gt;to for advice.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty was what I needed, and I got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks a bunch kitty!&lt;br /&gt;May the barnyard be fruitful with cheers, "meows" and "moos"!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spunky Seventeenth! Grow some whiskers!&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, COW"COWRIE"MOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this should be my last post before the exams. So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL THE BEST ,FELLOW TAKERS ! :D&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless each and everyone of you&lt;br /&gt;with strength, courage and faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my dear lovelies, the thirteen of you.&lt;br /&gt;who sits around me, in front of me, the side.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. You'll be in my prayer okie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Much Love *.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8845294078196747936?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8845294078196747936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8845294078196747936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8845294078196747936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8845294078196747936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-brother-had-his-first-flying.html' title='Falling Down'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RyyOnr3KMUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/C9F4iAVpDfo/s72-c/__by_UFOGlassHens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-7402978910595634903</id><published>2007-11-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:04:55.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I graduated from SMKDJ, Class of 2007 as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to hide away all of my tears because to me, if I cried, it just means I won't see them again. Which is not entirely true. (: I realised how I will never have the chance to be crazy and wild without people giving me the "you're so weird" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to have brought my camera along :) though i was reluctant at first. Today was pretty fun though I'll surely miss all of you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But, hee. I'll still see all of you, won't I? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of pictures, but I chose them for my memory. So, no picturess ,okie? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good lunch with my three tarts today. It was good fun, just reminiscing bits and pieces of all that has happened. Came home pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister and I had a good talk. What we hated about High School, how so much has changed. Her year was more relaxed. No extra papers, no NS, no worries. How much the standard has changed. Its good letting it out, makes me feel relaxed. She keeps telling me not to worry so much, as its not as hard as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to take it though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to DU with the parents and sister for dinner. Before that, we headed to Aunty YL's place to pass her birthday cake (: I've known her practically my whole life and she seems to know everything about me. You know, mother gossips sessions? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Umai-ya. My sister and I were thinking of Bani Umai-yaH. Hee, gosh, we're so nerded. She's having her exams too. Dinner was scrumptious, though Mum had her mind set on Brasserie La Place before that. Abit pricey though, thats why the sudden change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already to late to go dress hunting, so we went home. I missed out on my Starbucks , was too full.So, have to wait till Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go watch the tele now. Maybe till the moring hours, to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128289484898260098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RytYHZy7VII/AAAAAAAAAFg/9AQT50pQdTU/s320/bb2378fe77df98a3s.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-7402978910595634903?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/7402978910595634903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=7402978910595634903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7402978910595634903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/7402978910595634903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RytYHZy7VII/AAAAAAAAAFg/9AQT50pQdTU/s72-c/bb2378fe77df98a3s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-3825245184307000351</id><published>2007-11-01T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:12:58.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can play your own game</title><content type='html'>The one who wrote those things...&lt;br /&gt;The one who said those things...&lt;br /&gt;The one who spread those things...&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;Ironically, is the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, i dedicate this post to you, just wanna let you know that you can play your own stupid game because i don't want to be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me if you want, but hey, u know what? I'm still smiling. :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy playing your stupid game, aight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-3825245184307000351?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/3825245184307000351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=3825245184307000351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3825245184307000351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/3825245184307000351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-can-play-your-own-game.html' title='You can play your own game'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-5236746050702590960</id><published>2007-10-28T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:39:42.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Away</title><content type='html'>Hola! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was in a bright mood today, so she took me out to find my dress as a 'break treat'&lt;br /&gt;We went from SS2 to Subang Jaya but still couldn't get anything I wanted. Worst of all, they don't rent it. I'm not keen on keeping the long dress, honestly. Wearing it for a night and the rest is history. Though, she told me to keep in view for the one I saw in SS2. But, to me, its seriously expensive, and I'm not in mind to pay that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh, I sound kinda lunatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum gave me a good long lecture about what I should do right now before the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty ridiculous, I mean the reasons, but it did make sense in the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no doubt. I can't help but feel guilty about anything and almost everything except getting to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen madly in love (okay, not reaalllly) with One Republic's lead singer, &lt;strong&gt;Ryan Tedder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It all started yesterday when I saw the music video for 'Apologize'. He was singing the song so empathically, its hard not to jiz away. The entire video length, 99% of it was focused on him alone. The other 1%, looking for Timbaland ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm. And he plays the piano too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125972981402260594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RyMdRJy7VHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4yANRC_8lig/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, there will be a cross out on CR and CF?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.Dinner is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, take your rests too okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Silence is all we have to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the memories of a life I wish we'd lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got my lazy ass up and headed to church. Got my cross blessed again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instead of driving home after mass, my dad drove straight to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we didn't go there yesterday night. He planned on going today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Breakfast was at the Norway bakery which is pretty good. Cappucino was tad lovely. Dad actually had a mind to try Royale Bintang's breakfast buffet, but everything was clearing up for lunch buffet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanted alot of things from Ikea. A whole lot of stuff, but I wasn't in the right mood to be shopping. Probably bring the sister along after my majors to quirk up the room. I already thought of getting my girlies to come over to help paint our room walls. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looks like Brother dearest is getting a new bed, well actually his first bed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, he wasn't sleeping on the floor before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think two mattresses on top of each other. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But its simply comfortable that way toooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well. That wraps the weekend. Five more weeks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*.Much Love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-5236746050702590960?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/5236746050702590960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=5236746050702590960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/5236746050702590960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/5236746050702590960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/10/walking-away.html' title='Walking Away'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RyMdRJy7VHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4yANRC_8lig/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2049743304263200378</id><published>2007-10-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:23:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signal Fire</title><content type='html'>Look on the bright side. In 6 weeks, all our sorrows will be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep that in your head, and you'll be having the strength to get it back on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, can you believe its already here? I certainly cannot.&lt;br /&gt;5 years of high school seriously sweeps by like vacuum cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I recommend for ease listening.&lt;br /&gt;(Mine are mostly slow, because I feel at much ease after listening to smooth ballads :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben Jelen : She'll Hear You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael Buble : Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael Buble : Lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John Legend + Mike Shinoda : High Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;James Blunt : 1973&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanessa Mae : Winter (Original Four Seasons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes. Try classics like piano pieces or violin pieces. It works wonders. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;I was searching (snobbing) through my brother's stuff  a while ago. ( I did that this morning when &lt;strong&gt;chiawyee&lt;/strong&gt; was around ;) ) I couldn't help but&lt;strong&gt; smile&lt;/strong&gt; at this red belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment he came home about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bie, I wanna show you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ready ?&lt;br /&gt;*pulls something from behind* First you open this flap, then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*stares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seatbelt,damn it. Seems that he is practicing, though he doesn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe I would :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;missyou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124551058881319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rx4QCXn5ERI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0Xpe4eYWR00/s320/Moonlight_Moments_by_ekster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the confusion and the aftermath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my signal fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only resolution and the only joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow Patrol ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*.MuchLove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-2049743304263200378?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/2049743304263200378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=2049743304263200378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2049743304263200378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/2049743304263200378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/10/signal-fire.html' title='Signal Fire'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rx4QCXn5ERI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0Xpe4eYWR00/s72-c/Moonlight_Moments_by_ekster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-4304454528386584217</id><published>2007-10-23T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:49:23.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhor-ED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Rx3e0k9phoI/AAAAAAAAADY/y_LxuWtK4CA/s1600-h/P7102117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Rx3e0k9phoI/AAAAAAAAADY/y_LxuWtK4CA/s320/P7102117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124496945874306690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't be doing this, but it's one of the ways to release stress, and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half the day camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGeeee. I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better run now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshgoshgoshgoshgoshgosh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you're my best friend today, my beloved camera. :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-4304454528386584217?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/4304454528386584217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=4304454528386584217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4304454528386584217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/4304454528386584217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/10/camwhor-ed.html' title='Camwhor-ED.'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Rx3e0k9phoI/AAAAAAAAADY/y_LxuWtK4CA/s72-c/P7102117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-8717835399625677001</id><published>2007-10-23T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:30:23.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me if you can.</title><content type='html'>Okays. Here's a few songs I RECOMMEND to listen to during this stressful time near exams. Probably get you through a few minutes of hell and get your feet back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bubbly - colbie caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're reading this - tim mcgraw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love me if you can - toby keith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over you - chris daughtry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first time - lifehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no one - alicia keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hate that i love you - rihanna ft. Neyo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;L.O.V.E. - michael buble (my all time favourite)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything - michael buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Well, these are the songs in 'My Top Rated Songs' in my ipod now. It got me through some stressful days, hope it gets u through too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Rx2u7k9phnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cgkUzXjPq9c/s1600-h/Light_at_the_end_of_the_tunnel_by_jennee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Rx2u7k9phnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cgkUzXjPq9c/s320/Light_at_the_end_of_the_tunnel_by_jennee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124444289575257714" 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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;There's always the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the love from me,&lt;br /&gt;Lilian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-8717835399625677001?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/8717835399625677001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=8717835399625677001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8717835399625677001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/8717835399625677001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-me-if-you-can.html' title='Love me if you can.'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/Rx2u7k9phnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cgkUzXjPq9c/s72-c/Light_at_the_end_of_the_tunnel_by_jennee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-6975874283187874099</id><published>2007-10-21T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:56:51.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really an m.i.a situation. But I'm on the road to recovery (?) somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've taken the weekend off from studying and comforted myself with the TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a productive weekend at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed church due to my tiresome body from the long drive to Seremban yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Followed mum and her colleague there for an open house. Manage to get up early though and did a little work myself. Parents came home with Starbucks for the brother and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sister doesnt really adore Starbucks, don't ask me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tagged along with my parents to send my brother off to the airport. No, no viewing are this time. Had no mood to look at planes today. 1 and a half months passed by too quickly, its unexpected. I thought he could have another two months here, or maybe Christmas altogether. Sighs, looks like its another year without him on Xmas. Why oh why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I already miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123739198393225458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rxstp3n5EPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DCvj7jI7RPk/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I secretly took this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to love black/white photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123739202688192770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/RxstqHn5EQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/V40ohHRX_pM/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in December :(&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my opinion seeing is to know&lt;br /&gt;The things we hold&lt;br /&gt;Are always first to go&lt;br /&gt;And who's to say&lt;br /&gt;We won't end up alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Okie, Asian Food Channel marathon tonight. No books tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love *.&lt;br /&gt;I love you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-6975874283187874099?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/6975874283187874099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=6975874283187874099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6975874283187874099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/6975874283187874099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/10/broken-wings.html' title='Broken Wings'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rxstp3n5EPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DCvj7jI7RPk/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-624751437258794635</id><published>2007-10-18T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:57:30.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before The Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rxdh6Hn5ENI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2SSQ8lGyLgk/s1600-h/I__ve_made_my_mistakes_II_by_frixin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122670752263901394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rxdh6Hn5ENI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2SSQ8lGyLgk/s320/I__ve_made_my_mistakes_II_by_frixin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting imsoniac,and I can't seem to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dosage of caffeine has increased. No, I 'm not hallucinating, just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My body is not functioning appropriately with my brain. I say yes, body says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly, I feel like breaking &lt;strong&gt;down&lt;/strong&gt; as if every part of me spiritually is failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm weak now, and its not &lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt; to put in words. So,&lt;br /&gt;I might be mia-ing for a short while. Sorry for such a negative post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122670752263901410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rxdh6Hn5EOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ftAW0tB9B7g/s320/Child_of_the_Sea_by_frixin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing more than to see you there&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tonight, we'll fly so &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; away&lt;br /&gt;We'll be lost &lt;strong&gt;before the dawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Much Love *.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-624751437258794635?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/624751437258794635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=624751437258794635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/624751437258794635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/624751437258794635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/10/before-dawn_18.html' title='Before The Dawn'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uhVD8tmwEYs/Rxdh6Hn5ENI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2SSQ8lGyLgk/s72-c/I__ve_made_my_mistakes_II_by_frixin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-885845232894984113</id><published>2007-10-17T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:52:18.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando quando quando</title><content type='html'>So, it happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*someone* cycled all the way to drop of photoshop for me to use. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lordy. You have no idea how much it means to me. :D Thank you soo much and you know who u are. God, i love photoshop, but i love you more. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just about 5 mins ago, i was fiddling with photoshop mending with meng leong's header. I'm soo out of ideas! Any of you photoshop pros wanna share some ideas with me? Like tips on how to produce a super nice header? Ahhaa.. feel free to comment, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/RxYR3E9phiI/AAAAAAAAACo/ni6NHZmiTn0/s1600-h/InSpiRaTiOnAl_by_Grmoona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122301264103310882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/RxYR3E9phiI/AAAAAAAAACo/ni6NHZmiTn0/s320/InSpiRaTiOnAl_by_Grmoona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wish it was just a hand reach away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-885845232894984113?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/885845232894984113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=885845232894984113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/885845232894984113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/885845232894984113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/10/quando-quando-quando.html' title='Quando quando quando'/><author><name>Lilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021132083892857042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4VffeonrKk/RxYR3E9phiI/AAAAAAAAACo/ni6NHZmiTn0/s72-c/InSpiRaTiOnAl_by_Grmoona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-1662989202624505122</id><published>2007-10-16T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:14:52.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before The Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what is in the back of your mind right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freedom please :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:when was the last time you threw up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no idea. phlegm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what's your favorite curse word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:name one person who made you smile this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not person. but the stuffed cows on my bed made me smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brushing my teeth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eating dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:if you could marry any celebrity ever who would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee. no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:have you ever been to a strip club?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;passed one. did not enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna watch everybody loves raymond. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berry ripple / mint chocolate chip / espresso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cold water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what are you wearing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loose tee and denim shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:last food you ate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caramel orange cake :0 fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:when is the last time you ran?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday. from the rain :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what's the last sporting event you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rugby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:last movie you saw?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1408&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:last person who you sent a message to on myspace?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't own myspace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:ever gone camping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:were you ever an honor roll student in school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not in a thousand years :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do you like sushi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do you drink your soda from a straw?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it depends. mostly yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what did your last outgoing text say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"don't forget to buy sanitary pads"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:are you someone's best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:where is your mom right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching teevee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what color is your wa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what do you think of when you think of Australia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the seven people ,who aren't there anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;krispy kremes the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:ever ridden on a roller coaster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what is your birthstone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhm, rose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hit the drive thru :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what is your favorite number?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 and 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do you have a dog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what does your first memory of your sister/brother involve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;us going to London together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:biggest annoyance in your life right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time ticks faster than normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:last phone call?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cyntheaong :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:are you allergic to anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope, nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my flipflops. its a priority to own one, for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what is one thing you've learned about life recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it doesn't rotate your way, it does when you follow on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:are you jealous of anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:is anyone jealous of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do you own an iPod?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeap. my lifesaver, everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do any of your friends have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do you like anyone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;admittingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what color are your eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:have you ever been to Six Flags?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no idea where it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;strong&gt;how did you get one of your scars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scraped at the sides of the cupboard. weird, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do you enjoy your personality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone is special in their very own way. so, yes, i do enjoy it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:are sunsets romantic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:is your school ghetto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:how's the weather?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its rather chilly because of the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:are you easily offended?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not really :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:where's your favorite vacation spot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweden. capetown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:what is the best place to get a tattoo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the back, near the shoulder area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:have you ever accidentally thought someone was a guy, but they were a girl? Or vice versa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm, both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:who's the weirdest person you've ever met? What's so strange about them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my brother. he loves "gimme more" by britney spears so much, he literally sings it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we got to talking (: I really appreciate your honesty and just wanted to tell you I love you and nothing. Nothing will come between us :)&lt;br /&gt;We shall do everything as planned. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Listening to : David Hodges &amp;amp; Amy Lee ; Fall Into You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4588349226057383379-1662989202624505122?l=blessedbeads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/feeds/1662989202624505122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4588349226057383379&amp;postID=1662989202624505122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1662989202624505122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4588349226057383379/posts/default/1662989202624505122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedbeads.blogspot.com/2007/10/before-dawn.html' title='Before The Dawn'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432148620013866583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4588349226057383379.post-2646939064893350322</id><published>2007-10-15T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:26:44.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry starry night</title><content type='html'>Reality check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got only exactly 27 days to go till spm and NOTHING is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed i'm screwed i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm screwed. BUT at least i got a trip to Gardens. You know that new shopping mall next to mid valley. Yeah, that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardens is a pretty nice place. Sell stuff that's at the higher end. Not cheap at all. I would Love to see the SALE signs placed up! ahhaha.. Can't wait, can't wait.. Erm.. talking about brands, they have loads.. u name it, they have it... I like Gardens more than mid valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, If u're looking for stuff that's cheap, that's not the place to go. I would go curve for that. But Gardens' layout's pretty good. Hmmm.. can't wait to go there again, with cash of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i'm a happy girl. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some stuff i've been looking for. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        *&lt;b
