<?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-19048584</id><updated>2012-02-12T05:09:16.031+08:00</updated><category term='thinkables'/><category term='trips trips'/><category term='love and weddings'/><category term='wog'/><category term='my story'/><category term='dance and such'/><title type='text'>summerarctic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>331</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7675431098307339654</id><published>2012-02-09T17:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:04:35.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Reunion Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Last reunion dinner was so extravagant that I felt I have to blog about it. In fact, I sms to some of my friends there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Pre-dinner, me and my father was with my uncles sipping chinese tea at the second hall... expensive chinese tea! few hundred bucks kind... after that my uncle brought out the one thousand bucks tea that he kept to show us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qtfi5GeTaE/TzORAhEvRgI/AAAAAAAADds/NfJAHBtot8E/s1600/IMAG0465-721540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qtfi5GeTaE/TzORAhEvRgI/AAAAAAAADds/NfJAHBtot8E/s320/IMAG0465-721540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707064590872823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;and here is the spread. see that big dish sea cucumber? just that plate-full is about eight hundred bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma02hWJqI-M/TzORBY2t3mI/AAAAAAAADeM/sr6XJkiXfX4/s1600/IMAG0466-725049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma02hWJqI-M/TzORBY2t3mI/AAAAAAAADeM/sr6XJkiXfX4/s320/IMAG0466-725049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707064605846396514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;and let me not leave out the abalone. each one with one bowl of soup with one RM110 abalone inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma02hWJqI-M/TzORBY2t3mI/AAAAAAAADeM/sr6XJkiXfX4/s1600/IMAG0466-725049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lap0v_pYb9U/TzORCdSI0-I/AAAAAAAADec/QS5u5JQ26vg/s1600/IMAG0467-729046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lap0v_pYb9U/TzORCdSI0-I/AAAAAAAADec/QS5u5JQ26vg/s320/IMAG0467-729046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707064624215020514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;after dinner, we had dessert... imported cherries at RM138/a small box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;wow! geng man. eat dinner until this stage i also sit there quietly only. just eat up and be intimidated! hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lap0v_pYb9U/TzORCdSI0-I/AAAAAAAADec/QS5u5JQ26vg/s1600/IMAG0467-729046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-7675431098307339654?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7675431098307339654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7675431098307339654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7675431098307339654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7675431098307339654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='Last Reunion Dinner'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qtfi5GeTaE/TzORAhEvRgI/AAAAAAAADds/NfJAHBtot8E/s72-c/IMAG0465-721540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5507879639460055917</id><published>2012-02-09T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:34:28.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;My first time seeing Little Esther since she was born! Now at 8 months old... sooo cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPSyBzRMmE/TzORY-6VCPI/AAAAAAAADfM/5zs_KnNCujI/s1600/IMAG0469-719216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPSyBzRMmE/TzORY-6VCPI/AAAAAAAADfM/5zs_KnNCujI/s320/IMAG0469-719216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707065011199084786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;The other two of course gotten older and taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPSyBzRMmE/TzORY-6VCPI/AAAAAAAADfM/5zs_KnNCujI/s1600/IMAG0469-719216.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2noyLBnGMOw/TzORZMvNGPI/AAAAAAAADfY/ZC6GyCBut2Q/s1600/IMAG0471-720438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2noyLBnGMOw/TzORZMvNGPI/AAAAAAAADfY/ZC6GyCBut2Q/s320/IMAG0471-720438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707065014910523634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-5507879639460055917?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5507879639460055917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5507879639460055917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5507879639460055917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5507879639460055917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_09.html' title='Cute Kids!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPSyBzRMmE/TzORY-6VCPI/AAAAAAAADfM/5zs_KnNCujI/s72-c/IMAG0469-719216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4471245957583604306</id><published>2012-02-03T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:41:10.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>violence on the rise</title><content type='html'>it's rising. its rising.. sin is rising in this society. where is the fear of the law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i heard the story of a neighbor came out with metal bar and beat up a lady (her neighbor's daughter) for parking her car exceeding some beyond the 'line' of his territory. she end up in a cast and when her husband came back and found out, he went over and beat up the man. what happen to reporting to police? beatign up each other is the way to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day after hearing that story, i heard of a man being chopped up to pieces and  the pieces were put into a plastic bag and  sent back to the wife of the dead man. is this really the way of human being? what happened to conscience? to humanity? to civilisation? are we really progressing or degrading in being humankind? there is really no "kind" in humankind now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4471245957583604306?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4471245957583604306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4471245957583604306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4471245957583604306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4471245957583604306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2012/02/violence-on-rise.html' title='violence on the rise'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-1682207564808006197</id><published>2012-01-31T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:37:17.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today mark the end of a series of hibernation. pick it up and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGXtQ_aBn_o/Tyd96Jbgw1I/AAAAAAAADZs/rMjCtzSXb5M/s1600/stock-photo-white-clock-with-words-time-to-move-on-its-face-58520815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGXtQ_aBn_o/Tyd96Jbgw1I/AAAAAAAADZs/rMjCtzSXb5M/s400/stock-photo-white-clock-with-words-time-to-move-on-its-face-58520815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703665891005219666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-1682207564808006197?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/1682207564808006197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=1682207564808006197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/1682207564808006197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/1682207564808006197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2012/01/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGXtQ_aBn_o/Tyd96Jbgw1I/AAAAAAAADZs/rMjCtzSXb5M/s72-c/stock-photo-white-clock-with-words-time-to-move-on-its-face-58520815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-2880759648978456930</id><published>2012-01-31T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:28:58.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a good friend.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've gotten quite a few slap on my face from some 'friends' that would like to tell me the 'truth' about me in their 'own opinion'. Digging up incidents from the pasts, pushing me to accept their opinions as the correct interpretation of things from their point of view and not giving me the chance to explain myself cos that is consider as me being 'defensive'. But then, am i to accept everything that other ppl say without explaining it from my point of view of the whole scenario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what makes 'friend(s)' think that they can have a session of slapping me with 'what they feel i do wrong'. Did I do that to you? Did I pick a time to tell you all your 'bad habits' and tell you how 'to live your life' and how you also 'hurt me'? No. I dont. I accept you as you are with your bad habit and all but then you dont accept me as I am? Sure. I am the one that need to change and the one that is wrong. You have no wrong and no bad habit to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, according to my conscience, I've tried to change myself and my habits and my attitude in the past two years. Did you see that? Of course not, right. You only see where I am wrong and where I should change to suit you, not offend you and be the kind of friend you want. But I've to accept you in the way you want to live, they way u felt you've 'sacrificed' and not be offended just because I should be the epitome of 'good friend' to you but not you to me. great plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks but no thanks for asking me to sit down and listen to you in piling a mountain of your critics, comments, opinion and thoughts in my already drowning situation from another 'friend' that thinks I deserve it too. that does not encourage you to be a better friend to me too. i need 'fire extinguishers' and encouragers that tell me i can pull through it, i can change, i can bite the bullet and make the best out of things, i can do better and not 'i told you so, you deserved it because you are a messed up tyrant. and you will not survive'. push me off the cliff when im struggling at the edge just cos you think you should tell me the 'truth' like the 'good friend' you are 'supposed to be'. ?! on one hand tell me to share with u my down times but then take the moment to push me off the cliff?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i give up, man. just cos i'm the christian, the 'leader' (i've resigned), the church staff, your friend,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm supposed to be one to take your critics humbly (accept the sentence without the trial on my side of the story), apologise just cos u think i offends you (even though i forgave and forget about those times you offended me and didnt insist on an apology from u), change myself to suit u (even though i accept you the way you are but u cant accept me the way i am), must take in your opinion and not say anything (cos now i'm being called defensive)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. I'm not a good friend to you.   ... but neither are you to me. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-2880759648978456930?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/2880759648978456930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=2880759648978456930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2880759648978456930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2880759648978456930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-not-good-friend.html' title='I&apos;m not a good friend.'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5147586879832535334</id><published>2012-01-26T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:27:33.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Good N Help Others</title><content type='html'>Galatians 6:10, so then, while we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, and especially to those who are of the household of faith&lt;p&gt;Psalm 145:9, the Lord is good to all, and His mercies are over all His works.&lt;p&gt;Recently, I&amp;#39;ve thoughts on this topic. The Bible teaches me to do good and I see my pastors always do good and help others. Yet I also grow up in an environment that is petty in doing good unless there is return reward and if there is no known return, I get scolding for helping and usually end in a heated argument. Sometimes I feel like I should stop helping others so that I don&amp;#39;t create any fights at home. &lt;p&gt;Recently, a close family friend passed away. She was a multimillionaire but live like a miser herself. Of course all the money was saved up and now given away to nieces and nephews. I was sadden by the news especially since I did not get to see her in her last days. But during this CNY, the gossip that I heard saddens me even more. Phrases like &amp;quot;...that niece should have bodek her aunt so that she gets all her inheritance..&amp;quot; kept popping up. I don&amp;#39;t know how to respond. &lt;p&gt;Personally, I feel like it is such an irresponsible statement and the intention of the person is so &amp;#39;not morally right,&amp;#39; not to mention Christ-like. Yet the person that said that is a close family member. If I were to speak out, she will be offended and feels that I am being disrespectful. In a Chinese family culture that is consider &amp;quot;no big no small&amp;quot; (does not respect the elderly). Yet If I don&amp;#39;t speak up, it will be like I agree with her, which I don&amp;#39;t. The dilemma is laughable. &lt;p&gt;I want to do good and learn to do more good but there are those in this fallen world that does not &amp;#39;like&amp;#39; to do good and even discourages me to do good. To continue the story, the niece mentioned did not treat her aunt well and now live in fear that her ghost will come back and haunt her. She live like a mental breakdown person now. Do good not just so that we can live without mental breakdown but do good just cos we should and need to do good because that is good. &lt;p&gt;Thank God there is the Word Of God to constantly align us to be Christ-like and do good. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-5147586879832535334?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5147586879832535334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5147586879832535334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5147586879832535334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5147586879832535334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-good-n-help-others.html' title='Do Good N Help Others'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4333302079716911602</id><published>2012-01-10T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:25:54.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jasmine with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Sharon for tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before Jasmine Yow left to Australia, she gave me this packet of "cute healer" snack with a note that says that I can only eat it when I'm down and need some comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the whole of last year, I dare not eat it just for the sake of wanting to munch. I waited and waited and last week, I've no choice but to eat it already cos it's gonna be expired if I don't eat it anymore! hahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dear Jasmine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Last year was rough but I managed to hang on and didn't succumb to pity party. There were teary moments but I told myself that I can still hang on and can save your love-snack till a worse moment.. and before I know it, i've survived the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But through this simple pack of junkfood, I remember your love and thoughts throughout 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyRtcVfDWQE/Twv00x8DlKI/AAAAAAAADWk/OwhjEVzO0H4/s1600/IMAG0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyRtcVfDWQE/Twv00x8DlKI/AAAAAAAADWk/OwhjEVzO0H4/s400/IMAG0447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695915341335729314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4333302079716911602?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4333302079716911602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4333302079716911602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4333302079716911602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4333302079716911602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-jasmine-with-love.html' title='From Jasmine with love'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyRtcVfDWQE/Twv00x8DlKI/AAAAAAAADWk/OwhjEVzO0H4/s72-c/IMAG0447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-2716467770700906470</id><published>2011-10-07T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T10:06:26.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a strange journey...</title><content type='html'>I'm in a strange journey...&lt;div&gt;Walking in a blur, stepping in a dream, moving in numbed emotions and stepping on a land fill with landmines that might or might not blow up in my face, bring me down and injuring those around me... masked face. masked emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet in the midst of this, there were various glimpse of light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like yesterday, being called out to dinner unexpectedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nailin said something that was really touching. she said that every time she needed me i was there for her and so for her this time i needed someone, she decided to clear her schedule to be here for me and offer her services. i was really moved but suddenly like that i dunno how to take off the mask and show my relieve and moved-face. i think i was kind stoic about it... which totally ruin the moment. but i am indeed really glad. in times of war, i need accomplice and a friend. i need someone that stand with me and support me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like i told yc. i really need her to be my sister for this next few months and i just need total friendship from her because i really need her to be for me in this two months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i did wrong. maybe i did not do good enough. maybe i'm all messed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why are there always so many front to fight against? die a little every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how i do it, there's no pleasing anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurt ppl hurts ppl. ouch.. quietly continue to walk at the land with masked face, masked emotions, hoping no more landmines will explode... again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God won't let me free fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He will not allow u more than u can bear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either a friend will encourage me or a gift came or favourite dessert arrived ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last night, an ultimate gift arrived... my grand uncle came. eighty over years old and he came after two over years.. the last time he came, I was only nine years old (i went to visit him twice in the past few years. in fact, once at the early of this year) and he's one of the most sayang me people on this earth and i know it's been his desire to come here to see everyone and he made it! That lifted my spirit several notch! He's one of the most sincerest and person Ive ever met. With no personal agenda, no bitterness in life and really care for me. After twenty over years and the first time i purposefully went to meet him at Sheung Shui, Hong Kong, one of the few first thing he quietly said to me as we were walking to lunch was, " i know he's (my dad) not been good to the family but it's ok. u grow up already, must take care yah..." i just tear up immediately. just the love and concern in his gesture made me feel so loved. THAT is my grand uncle. 81 years old this year. If I pass by/near Hong Kong, i will definitely drop in to visit him for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, God. For bringing me love all the way from heaven to earth, from hong kong to kl... You the BEST God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-2716467770700906470?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/2716467770700906470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=2716467770700906470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2716467770700906470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2716467770700906470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-strange-journey.html' title='It&apos;s been a strange journey...'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5262460296200239834</id><published>2011-09-02T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:19:01.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti-Cuti KL Malls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The past week was great! Me and Trish felt like tourists in our own country! hahaha... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night I went to Times Square to cut hair and walk around Offline Blogshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat &amp;amp; Sun work lah of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday I went for facial and waited for Trish to come from Kuantan. Saw David there too. When Trish arrive, we head on to Mid Valley and Gardens for the whole day and then had dinner with Skye. Must have Gong Cha at Gardens that day by demand of Trisha Wong! hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6G8HyRv4uo/TmA8ruhwvtI/AAAAAAAADE8/GVmTC64biBE/s400/IMAG0271.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647580654644281042" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday we went to KLCC Shopping Mall and visited the Popular book fair at the convention centre. Invited Ching for dinner but she fly us aeroplane  at the last minute. So we went to eat steamboat buffet at Subang then Chatime after that. Actually we stopped at Ming Tien on the way but didnt really feel like eating there so we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and must tell u we had this encounter... from KLCC, we took the train to KL Sentral hoping that the TNGo counter is open but it was not. On our way back to KLCC, we sat next to this chinese man (singaporean) on the verge of tears as he recounted his story of how he was robbed when he came down from the bus and the police were not helpful and some kind girl bought him the ticket to go to Ampang Park and walk to the Singapore Embassy to ask for help cos his passport was inside. We gave him twenty bucks so that he can at least have lunch and for the ticket back to KL Sentral later because his brother will arrive the next morning. Not sure if the story is true or not but at least we did something about it. the police actually asked him why was he so "careless"! that man was shaken and panicking cos he's now stranded without money or passport and all he got from the police was critic..? mm... i apologised on behalf of our country and our policemen. He insisted to get my number to pay me back. I insisted that he can just have it so he say he will pass on my twenty bucks to another needy person when he meet one. He was actually on his way to Jerantut for a meditation session. He's from a Buddhist society... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday we went to One Utama Shopping Mall to have lunch with Agape while Trisha shopped on her own. Then we were late and had to rush off to the bus station. Her bus leaves at 5pm and we arrive at 5pm. She ran in to the bus station and caught the bus in time to go home. After that she went Karaoke with her ex-schoolmates while I went home and doze off halfway reading a novel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.... start work after this post! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-5262460296200239834?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5262460296200239834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5262460296200239834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5262460296200239834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5262460296200239834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/09/cuti-cuti-kl-malls.html' title='Cuti-Cuti KL Malls'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6G8HyRv4uo/TmA8ruhwvtI/AAAAAAAADE8/GVmTC64biBE/s72-c/IMAG0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-2401054269604984228</id><published>2011-08-28T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:55:40.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an interesting day...</title><content type='html'>Ok. I think today is interesting. At least for me, it's interesting. Interesting is personally defined as I learnt something new or discover a new experience. Personal definition. &lt;p&gt;So as usual I went to church but after church came to pc house for discipleship. Today we stool turn to share about our job. Although I vaguely know what some of them do but today I get to hear them and ask them question. I discovered that Su Leen does clinical trial, mostly with cancerous patience. I learnt that Charlene worked as IT departmental had before. Now I know that Carolyn always thought of doing IT but ended up as music teacher. All new information for me after years of being in the same group. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I hate a one to one session with pc where we talked through some challenges and work out some working together on the production. I feel like there's light at the end of the tunnel. An opening at the dead end I thought I've reached. It's weird. I'm still trying to comprehend the situation and how to walk around and through it. Truly a weird feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, more interesting is that Neil Batiancila came to cook for pc because he and Ying are meeting pc for pre marital counseling. Of course they invited me to dinner. Standing there in the kitchen, seeing Neil and Ying cook and pc's occasional banter there and there and joining into the conversation with them are all more or less first time experience for me. I'm close tonic but not to close to Neil and I don't think I ever seen Neil n Ying in dating mode. Hahaha.. But interesting dinner. The food is good. Verdict is - Neil can cook. Maybe u already know that. Hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. The night has not ended. Kareem went to fetch Kel from the airport and when he drop Kel, pc invited him to come in for a round of board game! Yeah.. Not touched a board game for months.. I think it was before pc went away.. That would be like march..? Wondering what game and how it will be like. Playing game for me is an intentional step because generally I too insecure to lose. I can don't win or be somewhere in the middle but I don't want to be at the bottom. Me n my issues lah... So usually I opt to be the game master in all the previous year camps. Hahaha... One step at a time. One step... =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off from tomoro onwards.. Yahoo.. Off days off days are the best days! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;ok... I LOST HORRIBLY playing with pc n kareem. horribly.... hahaha...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-2401054269604984228?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/2401054269604984228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=2401054269604984228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2401054269604984228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2401054269604984228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-interesting-day.html' title='What an interesting day...'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4215655587525256983</id><published>2011-08-28T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:39:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Green Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFria2ozgaQ/TlnUh_ATJSI/AAAAAAAADE0/zNXqtgmSDKE/s1600/IMAG0267-758311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFria2ozgaQ/TlnUh_ATJSI/AAAAAAAADE0/zNXqtgmSDKE/s320/IMAG0267-758311.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645777288199087394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Recently, there was like thought that sneaked into my mind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to get a Baby-G watch and then the PC got a gift of a Baby-G and this one tiny thought sneaked in my mind ... &amp;quot;God wont care enough to bless u with one cos u dont deserve it.&amp;quot; I immediately shrug it off and tell myself not to believe that because God also blessed me with many gifts from various people and I should not believe such lies! But few times the thought tries to sneak in again... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was looking at various models and fixing my budget and asking my friend&amp;#39;s opinion if he got &amp;#39;jalan&amp;#39; to buy such thing. then he just say that he&amp;#39;ll get it for me. i was actually shocked plus the watch is like two hundred plus. as usual i told him no need it&amp;#39;s ok and too expensive of a gift to receive. the next day he actually seriously went to search watch shops to get me one. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other close friends started asking me like why and how come and questions... but deep inside i know it&amp;#39;s God answering me and assuring me that HE remembers me and call me by my name. For someone that is insecure like me, constant assurance is much needed and HE do know me inside out.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4215655587525256983?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4215655587525256983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4215655587525256983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4215655587525256983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4215655587525256983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-new-green-watch.html' title='My New Green Watch'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OFria2ozgaQ/TlnUh_ATJSI/AAAAAAAADE0/zNXqtgmSDKE/s72-c/IMAG0267-758311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-442374058146907070</id><published>2011-08-27T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:40:38.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>Was watching this series on the various journeys of the characters linked to this school for the delinquents.&lt;br /&gt;As each episode unfold, the viewer are brought to see the story behind each child and how they end up in this school. One boy was forced to dress up s girl to serve alcohol to earn alcohol money for the father, another was left by the father, another brothers were beaten by the father and locked into dog cage when he go out.. Maybe there were drama elements but we can never be too shocked to know that that is happening. In the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even the teachers have their own journeys.. One was a delinquent himself. Newly released from prison because he took the fall for his big brother who happens to be his brother in law so that the guy can take care of his I'll sister. Another had a controlling mother that loved him too much. Another was being controlled and manipulated by her foster mother to live her life as per her teeniest command spoken. Who say adults knows everything? Most adults knows nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lives were all changed as they come to this school to be helped or to give help. The school is run by a pastor that is humbly very influential because he'd touched many lives. .  Ironically, its a a church. A pastor. And s every one journey together, they discover new love, new hope, new way to live life and move on from their pasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story has not finish but every time I watch an episode, I will be encouraged. My life is really not that bad and there needs to be real love in this world and not just fake love or love to manipulate others. Everyone deserves it.&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/19048584-442374058146907070?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/442374058146907070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=442374058146907070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/442374058146907070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/442374058146907070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/08/fwd-childhood.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-116393089125247780</id><published>2011-07-12T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T12:08:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discovering myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think i just realised something about myself: I dont like to lend things to ppl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so much cos i'm selfish but more cos things that i owned are well-thought through 'asset' that i need for a certain purpose or cause ... down to the suitability of the size and capability per situation i will be in... with no duplicates or backup for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one piece of the puzzle to fit into one particular part in my life. and lending it out bring some form of 'cacat' or deformity or incomplete in my daily routine. not just bring inconvenience to my routines, it disrupts my life and worse if the borrower spoils it, scratches it, misuse it... sigh.. i will be terribly upset!!  and when i need it and it's not here for me, i will be disrupted and then agitated! hahahahah..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then ... does it mean i can dont lend things out to ppl? not really. just mean that i need to learn to live with myself and learn to live with other ppl in this world.. especially those around me. still got to lend some things to ppl cos i need to learn to share lor... *resign to fate.  but one thing i definitely dont lend out so no need to ask is borrow my laptop. NO WAY. nah ah... not even when i'm not bringing it to travel with me. *sweet smile* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-116393089125247780?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/116393089125247780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=116393089125247780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/116393089125247780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/116393089125247780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/07/discovering-myself.html' title='discovering myself'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5097557121228656</id><published>2011-06-11T10:54:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:39:49.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips trips'/><title type='text'>June 2011 - Krabi, Thailand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to go! Destination: Krabi! Where everyone can fly! hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess decided to visit this year and i asked her what would she like to do. i can take a few days off and spend some time with her. and we decided on krabi cos it's cheaper! hahaha.. so here we are... flying off again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we actually took another shot like this where the guy behind was giving this confused dunno-what-we-doing face ! ahahhaa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Elb4PXykPXs/TfLuoE5aBLI/AAAAAAAAC-E/nbtaQcp4Zbc/s1600/IMG_2178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Elb4PXykPXs/TfLuoE5aBLI/AAAAAAAAC-E/nbtaQcp4Zbc/s400/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616814057561130162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;checked in. our room is amazing! we booked this accommodation together with the flight and airport transfers via airasia-go. this is the first time i actually tried it but all in all, it was worth it and save a lot of extra googling for help. definitely will do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRWtWhayPoI/TfLun6A1EfI/AAAAAAAAC98/BaItd4EAA5Q/s1600/IMG_2179.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRWtWhayPoI/TfLun6A1EfI/AAAAAAAAC98/BaItd4EAA5Q/s400/IMG_2179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616814054639473138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's quite big! and comes with a big balcony too which we used to hang all the wet clothes coming back from all the soaking wet activities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ikw7jUQTpyg/TfLuncSExvI/AAAAAAAAC90/YPH0gwGQV3A/s1600/IMG_2180.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ikw7jUQTpyg/TfLuncSExvI/AAAAAAAAC90/YPH0gwGQV3A/s400/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616814046658742002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the amazing window that can look into the toilet. hahahaa... we had so much fun taking funny shots with it but it's all in jess' camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaSY8qg3l4k/TfLuNrthNQI/AAAAAAAAC9s/lkiyyao4j3k/s1600/IMG_2183.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaSY8qg3l4k/TfLuNrthNQI/AAAAAAAAC9s/lkiyyao4j3k/s400/IMG_2183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616813604123784450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is where we stayed. the Aonang Princeville Hotel. if you do not know, krabi has this one street where all the activities are like mushrooms growing along there. our hotel is situated just at this street which makes life much more easier for us. every day we walk up and down this street looking for goodies and for food and shopping of course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kLxPqcAC6o/TfLuNJuOhyI/AAAAAAAAC9k/aLmLcY7cMiE/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kLxPqcAC6o/TfLuNJuOhyI/AAAAAAAAC9k/aLmLcY7cMiE/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616813594999949090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's at this street. up and down we walked. (cos no other street.. hahaha..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud3LdPuY-aU/TfLuMoTtY5I/AAAAAAAAC9c/3LCDC9KR6kE/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud3LdPuY-aU/TfLuMoTtY5I/AAAAAAAAC9c/3LCDC9KR6kE/s400/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616813586030355346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first stop, at a tailor! ABSOLUTE TAILOR. the workmanship is quite good! and me being cheeky, wanted to take photo with this huge coat that was hanging there. ahahaha.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i made didnt know earlier that it's the best place to do custom made clothes but jess came all prepared with some pants that she wanted it to be copied. in the end i made a blazer. the amazing thing about their services is i can ask for anything and they will try to put it in... shorter in length, one button to become two buttons in front, one pocket on one side and two pockets on the other side, gets to choose the material, i wanted three quarter length sleeves with striped lining inside, and finally even a hidden pocket at the inside lining! Anything also can! and they can make it fast like overnight or in 2 days. i love my new blazer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xgnKhuarMM/TfLuMb_Wf5I/AAAAAAAAC9U/zV_iAca0FuI/s1600/IMG_2197.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xgnKhuarMM/TfLuMb_Wf5I/AAAAAAAAC9U/zV_iAca0FuI/s400/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616813582723743634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our first thai meal. nice-y! before this meal, we went scouting for a tour agent for activities for the next two days. since it's low season, all prices were cut by 40%! which is really good for us! and it's really by God's blessing. both of us didnt know what to expect or whether is it a good time to go krabi or not but God really blessed us. although it's supposedly low season cos it's rainy days, the two days that we went for all our activities were just cloudy but not rainy so we got to do everything. but on the last day, it was pouring cats and dogs when we were at the airport. wow! good timing cos we serve a good God! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz2I7ZU_0Ss/TfLuLwg9-VI/AAAAAAAAC9M/gs_39EvPgl4/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tz2I7ZU_0Ss/TfLuLwg9-VI/AAAAAAAAC9M/gs_39EvPgl4/s400/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616813571053582674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Day 2, we head out quite far for the white water rafting + elephant trekking + atv ride. Half way through the drive, we HAD to stop at the monkey temple! goodness! why must there be monkeys every time i travel?? i assertively told the guide I AM NOT GETTING OUT OF THE VAN! and good thing he didnt insisted for me to go down after he heard my traumatic encounter with monkeys at bali. he wiisely left me alone. Jess went with him for a walk. there were seriously soooooo many monkeys.. on the trees, even crossing the road, hanging from the trees and some ang mohs even carried them on their shoulders for photos! in chinese we have a saying "dunno how to write the 'die' word"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLC3jb1FxLo/TfLteasDJpI/AAAAAAAAC9E/Nm-quSt-bB8/s1600/IMG_2207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLC3jb1FxLo/TfLteasDJpI/AAAAAAAAC9E/Nm-quSt-bB8/s400/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616812792100365970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after that, we head straight to the white water rafting venue. there's like a certain timing to do this so that water is fuller at the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HaVki2DJqPg/TfLtd0plPmI/AAAAAAAAC88/XJW1M0XIrro/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HaVki2DJqPg/TfLtd0plPmI/AAAAAAAAC88/XJW1M0XIrro/s400/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616812781889470050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's me blending in with the raft! hahha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzGaMyMKxMY/TfLtdg6SqFI/AAAAAAAAC80/GK-xiUXGQ8A/s1600/IMG_2209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzGaMyMKxMY/TfLtdg6SqFI/AAAAAAAAC80/GK-xiUXGQ8A/s400/IMG_2209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616812776590846034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just killing time cos waiting for the other group to come along so can share the raft wor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDARG7gNCJo/TfLtdKz5BII/AAAAAAAAC8s/WHNBAo1hvZY/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDARG7gNCJo/TfLtdKz5BII/AAAAAAAAC8s/WHNBAo1hvZY/s400/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616812770658419842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more goofing around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after the rest arrived, we left all belongings at the base and the guide tied a string to my specs so that it wont fall off. first they started with the training on how to "lock in" ourselves and how to balance and how to paddle forward/backward. then finally, threw us into the raft and we hanged on for our dear lives! hahahhaa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after 5km, the rest alighted but me n jess decided to head down another 4km. during this time, it's just the two of us plus the two guides paddling. i decided to give up my paddle altogether because jess hit me with hers then i hit her with mine then someone hit me on the head with her paddle (thank god for the helmet cos it prevented a serious concussion from the hits). what a nuisance. the guide took my paddle from me and i just hang on to the strap at the raft! hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the whole ride was super funny and the guides were super playful. everyone (other rafts + other tourists) were just splashing water all over everyone and during each stop, they try to drag us or pull us from behind INTO the water! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at one particular time during the last 4km, both the guides conspire to send me into the water! and after landed into the water, they say bye bye as though leaving me there. i jokingly shouted 'cut money! cut money! discount 500baht!' and they laughingly apologised and took me back into the raft. at one point, they decided to pull a prank on me by jerking me across the raft! at the brink of sliding down a slope, they purposely twisted the raft so that it does not go forward down but side ways down! making me lunged forward. they were happily high-five-ing in front of me! hahahaha... the whole thing was pure wet fun! ahhaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTKAjFawR6g/TfLtcmGqCAI/AAAAAAAAC8k/G4GcbP3aI0g/s1600/IMG_2213.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTKAjFawR6g/TfLtcmGqCAI/AAAAAAAAC8k/G4GcbP3aI0g/s400/IMG_2213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616812760805017602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then all drenched, we continued on to elephant trekking just 5 mins drive away. we sat barefooted on top of this prickly female elephant and walked around in the plantation/jungle. this is the 'elephant-driver'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCXjAGRi4cE/TfLsw97sRLI/AAAAAAAAC8c/CWQN-At0TLA/s1600/IMG_2230.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCXjAGRi4cE/TfLsw97sRLI/AAAAAAAAC8c/CWQN-At0TLA/s400/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616812011287233714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again we were just hanging on for our dear lives! but it was so bumpy, i told jess it's possible that we will slim down from moving our bodies so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm-C5PuFFrE/TfLswTIAQrI/AAAAAAAAC8U/hSr4Mw3kkuM/s1600/IMG_2236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm-C5PuFFrE/TfLswTIAQrI/AAAAAAAAC8U/hSr4Mw3kkuM/s400/IMG_2236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616811999796150962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XygJyPFdr0/TfLswDiu-MI/AAAAAAAAC8M/h7DA0KQExuI/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XygJyPFdr0/TfLswDiu-MI/AAAAAAAAC8M/h7DA0KQExuI/s400/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616811995613296834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the tour guide that took us to the activities but he's not the guide for each of the activities. he just carry my bag and waited for us at each activity. he speaks better english than the rest. i cant understand the rest of the ppl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrvAk0f6BK4/TfLsvo6BJvI/AAAAAAAAC8E/DtQQhB97ZRc/s1600/IMG_2247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrvAk0f6BK4/TfLsvo6BJvI/AAAAAAAAC8E/DtQQhB97ZRc/s400/IMG_2247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616811988463199986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we came back to the base for lunch, i went straight to the toilet and jess went to the lunch table. she later told me she was wondering why were the ppl hanging around and peeping behind her when she walked past. then when i came out from the toilet, the cheeky rafter was waiting outside there with a stalk of flower and asked me, "dun cut money?" hhahhaha... jess told me later that my serious face made the two guides concerned and he even asked her if i'm ok or not.. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ePdQ7NRA8I/TfLsvUgcYpI/AAAAAAAAC78/rfrysx91IuY/s1600/IMG_2249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ePdQ7NRA8I/TfLsvUgcYpI/AAAAAAAAC78/rfrysx91IuY/s400/IMG_2249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616811982987223698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnll4dmxlng/TfLrp1Pq1fI/AAAAAAAAC70/KEhX3ZB-Kb0/s1600/IMG_2251.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnll4dmxlng/TfLrp1Pq1fI/AAAAAAAAC70/KEhX3ZB-Kb0/s400/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616810789184394738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after lunch is ATV ride time! me driving it was just for photo's sake. after like, i think, less than 50meter or 5 min of driving it, we were going down a slope and i suddenly forgot how to break the thing.. and flew straight down the slope and almost slammed behind another guide. he swerved to avoid me so i slammed into the the wall of a mound of earth i think. aahhha... after that the guide in front of  me turned around and told me, "you no drive. you passenger.".. ahhaha.. which i gladly let him take over the driving as i sat behind him and hang on for my life again!... but that gave me time to look around and enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgFTJ0st51w/TfLrpQfhW2I/AAAAAAAAC7s/sIBLssD33Bs/s1600/IMG_2252.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgFTJ0st51w/TfLrpQfhW2I/AAAAAAAAC7s/sIBLssD33Bs/s400/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616810779318770530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jess was the champion! she drove behind him all the way without stopping.. at the end of one hour, her thumb was so sore from pressing the accelerator! hahaha... she admitted that there were many times she wanted to ask for stop to take a break! hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIKk_jZNjVw/TfLrpGJCZ3I/AAAAAAAAC7k/ud5dU3_X2vs/s1600/IMG_2255.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIKk_jZNjVw/TfLrpGJCZ3I/AAAAAAAAC7k/ud5dU3_X2vs/s400/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616810776540112754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we came back all muddy and in a total mess! the locals were amused with us wanting to take a picture of how muddy we look instead of just quickly washing it off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEMDEvwDEZ4/TfLroj6-UeI/AAAAAAAAC7c/xHZoI0zuL2g/s1600/IMG_2259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEMDEvwDEZ4/TfLroj6-UeI/AAAAAAAAC7c/xHZoI0zuL2g/s400/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616810767354319330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after the atv, we took the long drive back to the hotel. by the time we reach hotel, the flower was already crushed by jess' bag... aahahah.. i was already tired and was just glad to be able to get out of the wet clothes and take a long hot shower! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkejpvwmKF4/TfLroGzvITI/AAAAAAAAC7U/ZLO2u7hwKZg/s1600/IMG_2260.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkejpvwmKF4/TfLroGzvITI/AAAAAAAAC7U/ZLO2u7hwKZg/s400/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616810759539335474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after shower and went for fitting at the tailor and then - hunting for McD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJTpO1JeW14/TfLq4Sj1hcI/AAAAAAAAC7M/0MXSVCquZQ4/s1600/IMG_2263.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJTpO1JeW14/TfLq4Sj1hcI/AAAAAAAAC7M/0MXSVCquZQ4/s400/IMG_2263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616809938060150210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if u see the extra bag i was carrying, that's cos along the way, we cant help ourselves and stopped for shopping. bought a black cocktail  dress that i super loved it. the moment i see it, i knew that it will definitely fit me and if i try it on, i will surely buy it. true to every word, i tried it on and bought it.. along with a purpler pair of slippers for pc (which she loved it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM6zFneD-uw/TfLq38oU1fI/AAAAAAAAC7E/ESNoQfsKOf0/s1600/IMG_2264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM6zFneD-uw/TfLq38oU1fI/AAAAAAAAC7E/ESNoQfsKOf0/s400/IMG_2264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616809932173399538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trish, this is for u! first the yam pie at hong kong, now the pineapple pie at thai! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Fu6TdBCjGI/TfLq3vRiPVI/AAAAAAAAC68/5ZsCFnDlTRg/s1600/IMG_2270.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Fu6TdBCjGI/TfLq3vRiPVI/AAAAAAAAC68/5ZsCFnDlTRg/s400/IMG_2270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616809928588148050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jess insisted that we try the pork burger. so here we are. the fries were kinda like coated with salt! sooooo salty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgHHABpS8cw/TfLq3ARoe6I/AAAAAAAAC60/D1-iAwXa_LE/s1600/IMG_2271.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FgHHABpS8cw/TfLq3ARoe6I/AAAAAAAAC60/D1-iAwXa_LE/s400/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616809915972090786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we wanted to go for a massage but since it was too late for that, we decided to do manicure and pedicure and nail art instead! they asked us to choose the design. then they didnt manage to copy the design onto my nails. again the locals were concerned that i will be angry and added 'bling bling' stones to my nails to pacify me! ahahahaa... i think i seriously got a serious face! 3 times in a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R6T1ZcoATE8/TfLq2-TjmVI/AAAAAAAAC6s/F9f23RT5PEA/s1600/IMG_2278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R6T1ZcoATE8/TfLq2-TjmVI/AAAAAAAAC6s/F9f23RT5PEA/s400/IMG_2278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616809915443288402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jess' nails. i prefer the artistic types (which they didnt manage to copy) whereas jess prefers the more batik style! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42c82y9Jnks/TfLpkG--yAI/AAAAAAAAC6k/tg3RS8Uo0MU/s1600/IMG_2279.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42c82y9Jnks/TfLpkG--yAI/AAAAAAAAC6k/tg3RS8Uo0MU/s400/IMG_2279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616808491843766274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3 is the day of island hopping.. about seven islands! we were joined by many others  in one boat. about 20 pax i counted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kV--4_ASmE/TfLpjwsP_HI/AAAAAAAAC6c/vTtzwSn-_Is/s1600/IMG_2283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kV--4_ASmE/TfLpjwsP_HI/AAAAAAAAC6c/vTtzwSn-_Is/s400/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616808485859622002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first stop, snorkelling at this beach. nothing to shout about since it's quite shallow and not many fishes.. but good place to start so that we can learn the trick of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DxINHO1-kUg/TfLpjaY8xdI/AAAAAAAAC6U/DUZSTMO2Mvc/s1600/IMG_2288.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DxINHO1-kUg/TfLpjaY8xdI/AAAAAAAAC6U/DUZSTMO2Mvc/s400/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616808479873091026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is my actual first time snorkelling. in fact it's also the first time for jess. took us a few tries to get used to it. the trick is.... jeng jeng jeng.... dont move your mouth once under water else water will go in and instead of breathing with your mouth, you will be broop broop broop-ing! hahaha... not even a smile or a tweak of the lips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTxgCnzxqRk/TfLpi2nlGxI/AAAAAAAAC6M/8m6xhEMpkh8/s1600/IMG_2289.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTxgCnzxqRk/TfLpi2nlGxI/AAAAAAAAC6M/8m6xhEMpkh8/s400/IMG_2289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616808470270778130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next island - some kind of abandoned caves or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gqQ6OB-HjQ/TfLpipZAULI/AAAAAAAAC6E/3KKRT_c1qEI/s1600/IMG_2290.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gqQ6OB-HjQ/TfLpipZAULI/AAAAAAAAC6E/3KKRT_c1qEI/s400/IMG_2290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616808466719985842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's this japanese man sitting next to us. he's from osaka. a retired high school teacher travelling one month in krabi+bangkok. he cant speak much so i totally salute his travelling alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KT95YupVI68/TfLoZtKbTDI/AAAAAAAAC50/ctRzW1zj3-0/s1600/IMG_2297.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KT95YupVI68/TfLoZtKbTDI/AAAAAAAAC50/ctRzW1zj3-0/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616807213602130994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next island - stop in the middle of nowhere and ask us to just drop in for snorkelling... water is really deep here! i was too lazy to keep myself afloat so i used the life jacket. when i wanted to climb back into the boat, i knocked my left knee and right shin at the steel stairs and fell back into the water! hahaha... ops... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_mc3i_Y4zU/TfLoZByp3QI/AAAAAAAAC5s/PGqUvKKq-Sg/s1600/IMG_2302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_mc3i_Y4zU/TfLoZByp3QI/AAAAAAAAC5s/PGqUvKKq-Sg/s400/IMG_2302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616807201959697666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok...  there are three couples here. (from left to right) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first couple in black and white are sooo sweet... the husband will go down into the water first to wait for the wife then they will snorkel holding hands together! sooooo sweet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then this couple in the middle are the most make-me-n-jess-jealous. ahahha.. the guy really take very good care of the girl and hold her whenever she almost fall and when she dozed off, he held her head so that it does not fall off and every time he turned around, he will kiss her forehead.. awww... sooooooo loving! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the two couple sitting in front are like two independent souls. always the first to jump into the water. ahahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--I-0J1yWDek/TfLoY6pH2wI/AAAAAAAAC5k/YaWrNoIe-pY/s1600/IMG_2307.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--I-0J1yWDek/TfLoY6pH2wI/AAAAAAAAC5k/YaWrNoIe-pY/s400/IMG_2307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616807200040672002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's us at the front of the boat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcfDRUozPyk/TfLoYQZ1OZI/AAAAAAAAC5c/1_SVNRmRJHU/s1600/IMG_2309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UcfDRUozPyk/TfLoYQZ1OZI/AAAAAAAAC5c/1_SVNRmRJHU/s400/IMG_2309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616807188702247314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next island - a beach where we stopped for while. the two of us were already counting how many more to go. we just sat there at the beach and watch ppl. there was this korean couple on honeymoon (i guessed)... one in pink bikini, one in pink boardshorts and using a pink camera, snapping and playing with each other! hahaha.. i feel like watching i'm a korean drama series. ppl actually do DO like the drama series in real life?! hahahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Yd3DVRoolw/TfLnHpFM0iI/AAAAAAAAC5U/fpbkpTe3Oj8/s1600/IMG_2316.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Yd3DVRoolw/TfLnHpFM0iI/AAAAAAAAC5U/fpbkpTe3Oj8/s400/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805803757195810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bruise is starting to swell from the fall earlier... this is the before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r5MdUzF-jU/TfLnHXuLrtI/AAAAAAAAC5M/zd1FICauzZ8/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r5MdUzF-jU/TfLnHXuLrtI/AAAAAAAAC5M/zd1FICauzZ8/s400/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805799097249490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jess was so bored, she made me into frog-leg-pads! hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCoTCzKQMBU/TfLnHPMtZ6I/AAAAAAAAC5E/R6gYmaq89Tc/s1600/IMG_2319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCoTCzKQMBU/TfLnHPMtZ6I/AAAAAAAAC5E/R6gYmaq89Tc/s400/IMG_2319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805796809369506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next island - monkey island!!!!!! how come i always ended up in places like this. i was adamantly telling Jess  that I WILL NOT GET OUT OF THE BOAT! hahaha.. and then the guide announced  that we wont be going down (phew!) because the monkeys are wild and if we dont feed them, they might bite and then we will need to turn back to land to get vaccine shots so it's safer for us to only take photos from a short distance away. again i see all the ang mohs seeking out the monkeys to take photos with them! another group of ppl that in chinese we say 'die d also dunno why'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOIX3qwYnL8/TfLnGu5syuI/AAAAAAAAC48/TpnLwYNs6OU/s1600/IMG_2323.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOIX3qwYnL8/TfLnGu5syuI/AAAAAAAAC48/TpnLwYNs6OU/s400/IMG_2323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805788139703010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lunch time we stopped at this island. there are lots of shops and it's also the diving hub where PADI is stationed and also many diving classes were offered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's my lunch! the ppl were so hungry that they were just pushing at the buffet queue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1isFp8UMP4/TfLnGPbQq6I/AAAAAAAAC40/Q5Xy-eEkw2Y/s1600/IMG_2325.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1isFp8UMP4/TfLnGPbQq6I/AAAAAAAAC40/Q5Xy-eEkw2Y/s400/IMG_2325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616805779690531746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont ask me why she got this shocked face! she also dunno why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---GPFdbAha0/TfLmJPby9TI/AAAAAAAAC4s/8VV3dbVTns8/s1600/IMG_2330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---GPFdbAha0/TfLmJPby9TI/AAAAAAAAC4s/8VV3dbVTns8/s400/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804731720758578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the final island for snorkelling before heading back to land. i decided to skip this one out partly cos my bruise is painful and partly i didnt want to climb into the boat again later! so i took shots of jess instead. but there's definitely more fishes swimming here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFWtmPLN6ZE/TfLmIyhVOJI/AAAAAAAAC4k/UaHQQjddNqI/s1600/IMG_2336.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFWtmPLN6ZE/TfLmIyhVOJI/AAAAAAAAC4k/UaHQQjddNqI/s400/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804723959347346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long hot day from beach to beach, we definitely need to hydrate ourselves. this is my ever faithful supplements. a must to bring along during all my trips  - PECKERS! life saver! sick saving! cheers! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9tF0PuhKgE/TfLmIMU3c5I/AAAAAAAAC4c/BsPFhOmB2wo/s1600/IMG_2338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9tF0PuhKgE/TfLmIMU3c5I/AAAAAAAAC4c/BsPFhOmB2wo/s400/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804713706517394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after the supplements, we can now eat all the junk food we want! ahahaha... this pack looks like little drumsticks. so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1U4CmmorjYA/TfLmH5k0D3I/AAAAAAAAC4U/1eMnod25HoQ/s1600/IMG_2340.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1U4CmmorjYA/TfLmH5k0D3I/AAAAAAAAC4U/1eMnod25HoQ/s400/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804708673130354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the final night, we decided to try the street food instead of a restaurant. we packed to eat back at the hotel in front of the tv. this is phad thai. it tasted sweet. i was not really used to sweetened "char kuey teow" and by then, i was starting with a mild gastric pain so i didnt finish it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHAiNwbZKm0/TfLginF31BI/AAAAAAAAC38/hEXrgSUbKaE/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616798570498216978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the deep fried 'potato chips' that got jess into the must try mode! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xVsYcXkyX1E/TfLmHf1BRWI/AAAAAAAAC4M/QQOP3Ur-cxw/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616804701761783138" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJBElW4I0q4/TfLgizpLFlI/AAAAAAAAC4E/zOAf60PBG54/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616798573867505234" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83HOk1sECW4/TfLgiFfkBtI/AAAAAAAAC30/ykt5nre974s/s1600/IMG_2345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-83HOk1sECW4/TfLgiFfkBtI/AAAAAAAAC30/ykt5nre974s/s400/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616798561479165650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how it kinda looks like now. 6cm in diameter! hahaha..  my souvenir from krabi. actually there are 4 bruise patches but this is the most severe. last nite i saw little joanna.. and she kept staring at it and ask .."wat happened..??" in such a cute way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-83JR59zGjd8/TfLghjuz3iI/AAAAAAAAC3s/LAnnrBE1BXQ/s1600/IMG_2346.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-83JR59zGjd8/TfLghjuz3iI/AAAAAAAAC3s/LAnnrBE1BXQ/s400/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616798552416312866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my camera fogs up every morning. this is my final and daily breakfast looks like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9mHcPJn2eE/TfLghUp-dCI/AAAAAAAAC3k/Qg2g-JjkBKo/s1600/IMG_2347.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S9mHcPJn2eE/TfLghUp-dCI/AAAAAAAAC3k/Qg2g-JjkBKo/s400/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616798548369503266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after this, it's time to go home! travelling is nice and fun but home is home. glad to go home now and back to the mountain of work that i'm sure is piling higher by the day! next destination? cuti-cuti malaysia this december! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/19048584-5097557121228656?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5097557121228656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5097557121228656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5097557121228656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5097557121228656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-2011-krabi-thailand.html' title='June 2011 - Krabi, Thailand!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Elb4PXykPXs/TfLuoE5aBLI/AAAAAAAAC-E/nbtaQcp4Zbc/s72-c/IMG_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7678268022145763401</id><published>2011-06-04T10:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T12:16:24.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips trips'/><title type='text'>10 Days trip - fourth stop Hong Kong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i'm not wrong, this is in the train from GZ to HK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZux67SOnJc/TemOXR3vd2I/AAAAAAAAC3M/IZivOoBf4SE/s1600/IMG_2091.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZux67SOnJc/TemOXR3vd2I/AAAAAAAAC3M/IZivOoBf4SE/s400/IMG_2091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614174941079369570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;arrived! trish has motion sickness so every time we travel, she will instantly sleep. leaving me to entertain myself the whole. ride. hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80dSK3Yo0oc/TemOW7o9S_I/AAAAAAAAC3E/5YClFbH6ua0/s1600/IMG_2092.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80dSK3Yo0oc/TemOW7o9S_I/AAAAAAAAC3E/5YClFbH6ua0/s400/IMG_2092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614174935111781362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCWS8QcZ4IA/TemNQeR36AI/AAAAAAAAC28/IXEAglOduVE/s1600/IMG_2093.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCWS8QcZ4IA/TemNQeR36AI/AAAAAAAAC28/IXEAglOduVE/s400/IMG_2093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173724639488002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trish say she feels happier in hong kong because i know the place well. haha.. actually i also a tourist mar.. also not very sure... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gaejc5uXrW8/TemNPw0vpGI/AAAAAAAAC20/LjdrZZIjlmg/s1600/IMG_2094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gaejc5uXrW8/TemNPw0vpGI/AAAAAAAAC20/LjdrZZIjlmg/s400/IMG_2094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173712437716066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first minivan that trish took. but it was a really rough ride! like the bas mini here. the moment we alight, trish terus say she want to vomit ... panic me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ufqABeox_ZA/TemNPo_F8kI/AAAAAAAAC2s/kQK2bVjSZQ8/s1600/IMG_2095.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ufqABeox_ZA/TemNPo_F8kI/AAAAAAAAC2s/kQK2bVjSZQ8/s400/IMG_2095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173710333637186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the condo that my friend in HK stayed at. came down terus saw "Fisherman's Wharf" right in front. ahhahaa... gosh. first in macau now in hk. behind the condo, there's a nice place that people jog and just take a walk after meal.. very nice and relaxing. this was something i discovered during my first trip here. really misses this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2vjtLXXc_g/TemNPBq6s5I/AAAAAAAAC2k/JV-G7q7piEI/s1600/IMG_2096.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J2vjtLXXc_g/TemNPBq6s5I/AAAAAAAAC2k/JV-G7q7piEI/s400/IMG_2096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173699780031378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after dropping off our luggage, we came down for 'mah lat mien'... another sze chuan noodle. ahhaha... seems interesting but i think trish was concern with the layer of oil. hahaha... superb! came out crying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0DiXJ-fr8u0/TemNOgv_HAI/AAAAAAAAC2c/xFWpwnxPaXs/s1600/IMG_2097.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0DiXJ-fr8u0/TemNOgv_HAI/AAAAAAAAC2c/xFWpwnxPaXs/s400/IMG_2097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173690942921730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then i took trisha next door to this famous dessert shop. the menu was all in chinese and so we asked the girl to patiently explain to us what they have but the ingredients she mentioned in chinese we also unsure what is it! hahhaa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hO6gcpLMW34/TemMpHfln8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/SGJSgoW7p3c/s1600/IMG_2098.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hO6gcpLMW34/TemMpHfln8I/AAAAAAAAC2U/SGJSgoW7p3c/s400/IMG_2098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173048508096450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gykDBARF5Dw/TemMomdJzRI/AAAAAAAAC2M/TBjPgtN5oQM/s1600/IMG_2099.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gykDBARF5Dw/TemMomdJzRI/AAAAAAAAC2M/TBjPgtN5oQM/s400/IMG_2099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173039639514386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;trish ordered the black. i ordered the white! just happened so! hahaha... hers is hot. mine is cold! we are THAT different! all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pf6ewb6kFA/TemDrLmZ9jI/AAAAAAAACwM/dhpGwMrRt3E/s400/IMAG0095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614163188365522482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc4entvCMXQ/TemDq7EdvVI/AAAAAAAACwE/yhV57S6SRZg/s400/IMAG0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614163183928196434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her friend told her that gong cha is a must try so ever since we arrived, i think trish tried one flavor every day. i only try one on the very last day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_c0hZTtpC0/TemMoUTtUCI/AAAAAAAAC2E/X-rqY9rIKfk/s400/IMG_2100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173034768060450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after lunch, we loiter and shop around that area. can't remember if we bought anything but that area can really 'be shopped'! waited for my friend to come back from work and have dinner together. she came with her two sons and we ended up in a japanese restaurant that posted the notice outside to say "we will try as much as we can not to use  products imported from japan" due to the radiation. hhahaha... my friend is actually quite a funny mother! then after dinner, she took us to try this shaved ice dessert! yummy! her son wanted the yogurt but she didnt want so she tried in all sorts of ways to deter him but ended up we got that flavour too! hahaha.. interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 267px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0StygE91bN4/TemDrYxB5LI/AAAAAAAACwU/UMrlWAk0rmU/s400/IMAG0101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614163191899743410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the next morning, trish went with me to visit my grand uncle and aunty. they are in their seventies. and when i insisted to pay for the meal, she took the bill and sat on it not allowing me to pay wor! hahaha... i mean even trish can see they really sayang us by ordering a lot for us to eat. ahahaa.. they've been saying wanting to visit malaysia one more time but because of his health, it would be difficult for him to travel... dizzy lah, need to lie down lah... and instead of taking pocket money from me, they gave me pocket money to spend in hong kong! every time after visiting them i become emo... cos i misses them. they stay at sheung shui and to my amazement, i even remember how to walk from the station to their flat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTpKv-C_E6U/TemE_umHizI/AAAAAAAACxM/ui9q2LqZdBs/s400/5ad7f21d4c36ee65f1732ba70ab5ca5c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164640868567858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the thing i'm not used to when taking the minivan in hk is that i have to shout when i want to alight. feels super weird! hahahaha...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVWbW2DtVb8/TemMoKML0-I/AAAAAAAAC18/eGWbqLjDeeA/s1600/IMG_2101.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVWbW2DtVb8/TemMoKML0-I/AAAAAAAAC18/eGWbqLjDeeA/s400/IMG_2101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173032052151266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we came back from my grand uncle's place and went roaming the hong kong streets. some interesting stuffs. some not so interesting. some rude vendors. some friendly vendors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qx9OwhCdClE/TemMntNLTLI/AAAAAAAAC10/w02hI_kg718/s1600/IMG_2102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qx9OwhCdClE/TemMntNLTLI/AAAAAAAAC10/w02hI_kg718/s400/IMG_2102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614173024271682738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;we almost didnt try this because trish didnt want me to be left out cos i wont be able to eat the famous double boiled milk dessert but i insisted that she try because it's really good. so i took the steamed egg instead. IT WAS REALLY GOOD! SO GOOD THAT I CAN STILL WANT IT! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qx9OwhCdClE/TemMntNLTLI/AAAAAAAAC10/w02hI_kg718/s1600/IMG_2102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EV0yxE7rkCg/TemDrvgBiHI/AAAAAAAACwc/vHpaMIja3es/s1600/IMAG0102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EV0yxE7rkCg/TemDrvgBiHI/AAAAAAAACwc/vHpaMIja3es/s400/IMAG0102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614163198002432114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;see how clean the bowl you'll know how good it was lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EV0yxE7rkCg/TemDrvgBiHI/AAAAAAAACwc/vHpaMIja3es/s1600/IMAG0102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WgOIq9GXyjg/TemEbMxqbdI/AAAAAAAACwk/QoYKTCzK93g/s400/IMAG0103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164013314895314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for dinner, we ended up in a food court. i had udon but trish went to get the yam pie from mcd as she really really wanted to try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9U5xsX1JfQ/TemLLCeFtaI/AAAAAAAAC1s/JYxhwZ1GU7c/s400/IMG_2103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171432251930018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJgNyEaaI6Y/TemLKm4WdlI/AAAAAAAAC1k/W1GfJUcFP_s/s1600/IMG_2104.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJgNyEaaI6Y/TemLKm4WdlI/AAAAAAAAC1k/W1GfJUcFP_s/s400/IMG_2104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171424845887058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next morning, we woke up earlier, went to mc cafe for breakfast. see the other family in the photo, they are koreans! the toddler so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4yl_-1z5K_I/TemLKWSpIII/AAAAAAAAC1c/vyqSn7dUcrY/s1600/IMG_2108.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4yl_-1z5K_I/TemLKWSpIII/AAAAAAAAC1c/vyqSn7dUcrY/s400/IMG_2108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171420392759426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;trish has this MINI DIANA camera that she brings around (a new toy from her birthday presents) and so we went to hunt for the shop that sells diana's accessories. took a bus from the apartment and alight outside the science museum and walk to the shop.. only to find out that they open around 12pm... two hours from then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4yl_-1z5K_I/TemLKWSpIII/AAAAAAAAC1c/vyqSn7dUcrY/s1600/IMG_2108.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6prSf6Y9VuQ/TemDqEjsvAI/AAAAAAAACv8/cOJpTHhCoSo/s1600/IMAG0094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6prSf6Y9VuQ/TemDqEjsvAI/AAAAAAAACv8/cOJpTHhCoSo/s400/IMAG0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614163169295252482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;we then went to walk around and discovered the stars avenue. the one i didnt go the last trip. we also took a walk down and trish was like having the time of her life shooting photographs from all three cameras! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6prSf6Y9VuQ/TemDqEjsvAI/AAAAAAAACv8/cOJpTHhCoSo/s1600/IMAG0094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf7fGPlthVk/TemLJzsN0dI/AAAAAAAAC1U/QB537PvDKYk/s1600/IMG_2109.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf7fGPlthVk/TemLJzsN0dI/AAAAAAAAC1U/QB537PvDKYk/s400/IMG_2109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171411104780754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PikM2ow5AnA/TemLJvpoc2I/AAAAAAAAC1M/NiGRIVJr_A4/s1600/IMG_2110.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PikM2ow5AnA/TemLJvpoc2I/AAAAAAAAC1M/NiGRIVJr_A4/s400/IMG_2110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614171410020201314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we rushed off to tung chung which was so far away and discovered the outlet malls and went crazy shopping at all the branded goods... and bought a lot of stuffs from the Esprit and then rushed off to CENTRAL to meet my supplier. She bought us the 'put chai kou' cupcake! hhaha.. and she's pregnant! She called me from the streets cos she say she saw me wearing MM shoes. She was wearing a pair too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ir0Bvo5REg/TemKMEI91yI/AAAAAAAAC1E/qCi1lAeA1BM/s1600/IMG_2111.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ir0Bvo5REg/TemKMEI91yI/AAAAAAAAC1E/qCi1lAeA1BM/s400/IMG_2111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170350368446242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdx3hk_a4VY/TemKLquuJuI/AAAAAAAAC08/i68-cevRmiA/s1600/IMG_2112.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdx3hk_a4VY/TemKLquuJuI/AAAAAAAAC08/i68-cevRmiA/s400/IMG_2112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170343547479778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we rushed back to loomography shop to get the films for diana and rushed up to take the tram up to the peak. took some photos and rushed back down to meet my friend for dinner. we were super super late. supposed to meet at 7pm, we arrived around 9pm or later. we took the doubledecker bus down from the peak. i was kinda concern for trish sake and true enough, the moment we arrive, she went straight to the toilet and vomited .. poor her. the price to pay for enjoying travel with motion sickness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZXs3dDhSGE/TemKLW8UmoI/AAAAAAAAC00/ZzsjehnwBgQ/s1600/IMG_2117.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZXs3dDhSGE/TemKLW8UmoI/AAAAAAAAC00/ZzsjehnwBgQ/s400/IMG_2117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170338235816578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this time we had dinner with the husband and the two sons. japanese buffet pulak. ahhaha... i think this trip we had japanese 3 times in the ten days. i think the kids like jap-food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8uMSZ_QqZ0/TemKKn1GDfI/AAAAAAAAC0s/_InQbi93PYI/s1600/IMG_2118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0UnwDgGN_As/TemEbmTUnYI/AAAAAAAACw0/A9MbWP0wpgM/s400/IMAG0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164020166958466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vv3yBK3lgf0/TemKKKDmD8I/AAAAAAAAC0k/IJVhRZkFCuE/s1600/IMG_2119.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;after the buffet, he insisted we try the 'chau tau foo' (smelly fried tofu). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTpKv-C_E6U/TemE_umHizI/AAAAAAAACxM/ui9q2LqZdBs/s1600/5ad7f21d4c36ee65f1732ba70ab5ca5c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysGrGDeh82M/TemEcanYyTI/AAAAAAAACxE/RKTmPzVYX_A/s400/IMAG0107.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164034209761586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bGMKh40J_E/TemEcKuCjOI/AAAAAAAACw8/XDqPJcOmsUI/s1600/IMAG0106.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bGMKh40J_E/TemEcKuCjOI/AAAAAAAACw8/XDqPJcOmsUI/s400/IMAG0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164029942697186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see trish's seriously in doubt face?! hahaha.. it's really stinky but the taste not bad.  smells sourish like rotten spoiled food.  and that's the younger son. ziqi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bGMKh40J_E/TemEcKuCjOI/AAAAAAAACw8/XDqPJcOmsUI/s1600/IMAG0106.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTuYahjZYIE/Temf9KGCNtI/AAAAAAAAC3c/GPBRQN9zgTU/s400/IMAG0108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614194283524536018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's trish and the older son. zijing. so funny expressions! i was having gastric that time and didnt try. the dad quickly bought me gastric pills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FyaTmxbcwyg/Temf85SjK-I/AAAAAAAAC3U/s1J9eU0yJoM/s400/IMAG0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614194279013624802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS is the view from my friend's house! amazing isn't it. just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0UnwDgGN_As/TemEbmTUnYI/AAAAAAAACw0/A9MbWP0wpgM/s1600/IMAG0105.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkynR5PjLKI/TemEbfMeesI/AAAAAAAACws/gSAGyLdRIuc/s1600/IMAG0104.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkynR5PjLKI/TemEbfMeesI/AAAAAAAACws/gSAGyLdRIuc/s400/IMAG0104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164018259196610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;next morning, we had breakfast, final shopping, grabbed our bags and went to take the ferry back to macau and fly off from there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc4entvCMXQ/TemDq7EdvVI/AAAAAAAACwE/yhV57S6SRZg/s1600/IMAG0096.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6prSf6Y9VuQ/TemDqEjsvAI/AAAAAAAACv8/cOJpTHhCoSo/s1600/IMAG0094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J8uMSZ_QqZ0/TemKKn1GDfI/AAAAAAAAC0s/_InQbi93PYI/s400/IMG_2118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170325589036530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;we were quite late and had to run all the way to catch the ferry!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vv3yBK3lgf0/TemKKKDmD8I/AAAAAAAAC0k/IJVhRZkFCuE/s400/IMG_2119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170317596790722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;since we found about the free rides from the casinos, we alight from the ferry, took the shuttle to the venetian hotel and walk to the other shuttle from the hotel to the airport. all for free! yeah! save all the money! waited for the check in, bought some last minute biscuits and off we flew back to KL! hahaha... Chris Leong came and pick us up around 2+am andby the time we reach home, i was ready to crash all the way! hahahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;one thing trish said about this trip was that it's the first time she travelling in asian countries (i didnt know that) but in this trip, we both experienced so much more on being a local than being a tourists. in macau we stayed at the residential area instead of the hotel, in gz, we had a local taking us to all the local places and in hk, we stayed a residential area also and the visit to my grand uncle n aunty's place was like seriously looking into the old ppl's lifestyle playing chess under the trees... all the real lifestyle of local people in each places. a different experience altogether! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;and i finally completed the ten days trip posts before the next trip! phew! &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/19048584-7678268022145763401?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7678268022145763401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7678268022145763401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7678268022145763401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7678268022145763401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-days-trip-fourth-stop-hong-kong.html' title='10 Days trip - fourth stop Hong Kong!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZux67SOnJc/TemOXR3vd2I/AAAAAAAAC3M/IZivOoBf4SE/s72-c/IMG_2091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6076000124095424021</id><published>2011-06-04T09:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T12:13:34.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips trips'/><title type='text'>10 Days trip - third stop Guangzhou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guangzhou was kind a last minute add on that we decided to go. But mostly, I wanted to go stock in or at least scout for some stocks. But in the end I didnt buy anything because I didnt want to stock in imitation goods! and everywhere I see, it's seriously 'inspired by' this brand or that brand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just arrived via a bus from Macau. Met with my friend's friend and the first comment he gave was that "yah.. i heard from sendy that malaysians like to wear flip flops when going out." Me and Trish was like *blank-face + huh?!-is-that-a-problem?* but by then of course we know that everyone is well-puffed before they exit and we were walking around in flip flops and without makeup. hahaha... ohwell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J63M3oVvL3Q/TemJSpeoKNI/AAAAAAAAC0c/t8FmRcJIFg0/s1600/IMG_2044.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J63M3oVvL3Q/TemJSpeoKNI/AAAAAAAAC0c/t8FmRcJIFg0/s400/IMG_2044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614169363958999250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were really glad for a decent room after the two nights of shivering in cold in macau. after check in, we went lunch. they prepacked the utensils and bowls and plates but we still need to rinse it with the hot water. means still not so clean lah..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPETTPrJ1NQ/TemJSbyY_yI/AAAAAAAAC0U/pk2syRtbGFM/s1600/IMG_2047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPETTPrJ1NQ/TemJSbyY_yI/AAAAAAAAC0U/pk2syRtbGFM/s400/IMG_2047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614169360283795234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what! the first place he (my friend's friend = LZH) took us to a museum?! We were like.. "no.. it's ok. we can go other places." he insisted and it's the first time we meet him so we dare not be too forceful but after 30mins, Trish is already bored to tears. So we speed up the walking so that we can come out faster. hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRyX83KKazc/TemJR9LAXaI/AAAAAAAAC0M/BAAHyiGz3eY/s1600/IMG_2052.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRyX83KKazc/TemJR9LAXaI/AAAAAAAAC0M/BAAHyiGz3eY/s400/IMG_2052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614169352065539490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Here's the thing - the museum is actually a tomb of one of the rulers in that area years ago. they dug his tomb and turned it into a museum and display all the artifacts! So, it was quite a weird experience for me! hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZO6fRWo3Oo/TemJRSo4zWI/AAAAAAAAC0E/FZ54Mk1jag4/s1600/IMG_2053.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZO6fRWo3Oo/TemJRSo4zWI/AAAAAAAAC0E/FZ54Mk1jag4/s400/IMG_2053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614169340648148322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJduOnGvV-c/TemJRAwnxRI/AAAAAAAACz8/eAknM92zBWw/s1600/IMG_2054.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJduOnGvV-c/TemJRAwnxRI/AAAAAAAACz8/eAknM92zBWw/s400/IMG_2054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614169335848748306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is the actual tomb. when the ruler died, all his wives, favourite concubine and their favourite servants were all buried with their favourite jewellery and gold and such. So the space u see below has different 'chamber' which they were buried according to their importance .. which we can now walk in to see. Not sure if it was interesting or eerie but yah.. i went in too out of curiosity and came out fast fast! But i guess it's a tough job being the ruler's favourite since you'll have to be buried with him when he die... err.... good thing it's no longer legal now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt0vNsJz8HQ/TemIgm7EWKI/AAAAAAAACz0/jPoqNeoNhoY/s1600/IMG_2055.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt0vNsJz8HQ/TemIgm7EWKI/AAAAAAAACz0/jPoqNeoNhoY/s400/IMG_2055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614168504279521442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we came out, we saw this off duty officers playing a game so naturally we took a photo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiSIieV4T_4/TemIgJ2xouI/AAAAAAAACzs/4p4OoQ2gl0c/s1600/IMG_2057.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uiSIieV4T_4/TemIgJ2xouI/AAAAAAAACzs/4p4OoQ2gl0c/s400/IMG_2057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614168496476889826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a candy store. after i took a shot, she say, "NO photo taking" forcefully. so i stopped. but not sure what's the harm done?! competition? er... ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcQLIFKIxlU/TemIfq7PAyI/AAAAAAAACzk/3rSFnqhiwcQ/s1600/IMG_2060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcQLIFKIxlU/TemIfq7PAyI/AAAAAAAACzk/3rSFnqhiwcQ/s400/IMG_2060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614168488174093090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;besides a lot of candies, everywhere i see a lot of ppl! imagine the queue in every shop. seriously long. i see the queue, i decided not to buy d lah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VdIJOcSZGM/TemIfZp4wyI/AAAAAAAACzc/2-YEaaQDEvI/s1600/IMG_2063.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VdIJOcSZGM/TemIfZp4wyI/AAAAAAAACzc/2-YEaaQDEvI/s400/IMG_2063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614168483537928994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's trisha trying to get a drink. see the cute little her trying to squeeze in...? she's desperate already at that point where she declared herself to be dehydrated! hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rcabItNCDk/TemIe6NtLsI/AAAAAAAACzU/thknl7BdU60/s1600/IMG_2064.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rcabItNCDk/TemIe6NtLsI/AAAAAAAACzU/thknl7BdU60/s400/IMG_2064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614168475098230466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we continued walking and didnt buy anything to my LZH's uneasiness. hahaha.. he was pretty sure were going to run amok and buy and buy and buy.. end up we didnt get anything and went dinner. i forgot what did we had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vdu_epJZP5A/TemHOEhRx9I/AAAAAAAACzM/mRNPp3CP6h4/s1600/IMG_2065.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vdu_epJZP5A/TemHOEhRx9I/AAAAAAAACzM/mRNPp3CP6h4/s400/IMG_2065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614167086295271378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was the next morning's breakfast, a few shops away from our hotel. soya milk and dumplings and pau. all eat dry and bland. but it was interesting. i didnt really mind for the new tryout. ahahhaha... i think the first night we each bought a padded winter jacket. Mine's YELLOW! hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ4F644M_rY/TemHNp009qI/AAAAAAAACzE/fbTJSh9EenM/s1600/IMG_2070.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ4F644M_rY/TemHNp009qI/AAAAAAAACzE/fbTJSh9EenM/s400/IMG_2070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614167079129511586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the day started... with walking all the wholesalers... OMGEEEEEEEE... we seriously walked soooooo much.  but hardly bought anything. lzh was like "if you two split up and walk maybe will be more fruitful" - he's caught on. me n trish almost always like different things and could hardly agree on something we both think is nice and worth buying. ahhahaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZxcs9hkQgo/TemHNSA4I9I/AAAAAAAACy8/XHdzI3pekBU/s1600/IMG_2071.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZxcs9hkQgo/TemHNSA4I9I/AAAAAAAACy8/XHdzI3pekBU/s400/IMG_2071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614167072737600466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finished walking for i think 4 hours or so then went lunch. LZH got to know that we eat spicy so we ended up in this spicy restaurant. sit in and i was excited already... after days of no chilli, this is good!! hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHnwfU3nI_g/TemHMwPcz-I/AAAAAAAACy0/JvRF5v7XVLE/s1600/IMG_2074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHnwfU3nI_g/TemHMwPcz-I/AAAAAAAACy0/JvRF5v7XVLE/s400/IMG_2074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614167063671918562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;green colour all is chilli ok! good! i like this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZMuBAv0zp4/TemHMVtnQSI/AAAAAAAACys/Eg39XK93-ZE/s1600/IMG_2075.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZMuBAv0zp4/TemHMVtnQSI/AAAAAAAACys/Eg39XK93-ZE/s400/IMG_2075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614167056550674722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fish! good. super spicy. i like! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAVdiXydUzg/TemGaQlUyjI/AAAAAAAACyk/pb1yShY1bTw/s1600/IMG_2076.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAVdiXydUzg/TemGaQlUyjI/AAAAAAAACyk/pb1yShY1bTw/s400/IMG_2076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166196180273714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friend was suffering... so we went for dessert to cool down! hahhaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TUv0INaIsM/TemGZiMOISI/AAAAAAAACyc/JoirKSyFosw/s1600/IMG_2077.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TUv0INaIsM/TemGZiMOISI/AAAAAAAACyc/JoirKSyFosw/s400/IMG_2077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166183726948642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by dinnertime, he was suffering already! but this time, it's the szechuan food. and seriously, when he open the menu, he can already fear the spiciness! ahahhaa... but the best. seriously the best szechuan i've tried. made me so missed it that i started searching for sze chuan food when i came back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; that's the beef and the chicken cubes i think. both extreme spicy! the chicken cubes was too salty for me after a while. but the beef... ooo... tenderness yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk3ExTaco80/TemGZOkWNAI/AAAAAAAACyU/PnawmCW6nKs/s1600/IMG_2078.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk3ExTaco80/TemGZOkWNAI/AAAAAAAACyU/PnawmCW6nKs/s400/IMG_2078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166178459431938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the spiciness can numb your tongue and your lips goodness me! after 5 mins, we were all numbed but trish was saying "not spicy also".. ahhahaha.. she GENG ah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PcO4oj3mxZQ/TemGYOB4J4I/AAAAAAAACyM/PM5DhH5LOCk/s1600/IMG_2079.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PcO4oj3mxZQ/TemGYOB4J4I/AAAAAAAACyM/PM5DhH5LOCk/s400/IMG_2079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166161134987138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwcFlVZnTfk/TemGXYS046I/AAAAAAAACyE/kZDWC98jSv8/s1600/IMG_2080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwcFlVZnTfk/TemGXYS046I/AAAAAAAACyE/kZDWC98jSv8/s400/IMG_2080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166146710561698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;both me and trish are vege eaters and trish can survive on salad everyday kind of person. so naturally, we will eat this vege a lot... but in actual fact, my friend ordered this so that he can have one dish that's not spicy and after a while, he told us not to invade his dish anymore else he would have nothing to eat! hahahah... we of course stopped lor but the vege was soooo good! it's call "hoi sui pak choy" which means literally "cabbage cook in water" (or something like that) because the soup looks clear but in reality, it clear chicken soup. so ... i love it! yet to find it in kl though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fts0DZgBoRw/TemF09F7wEI/AAAAAAAACx8/5hmvcYLFuoU/s1600/IMG_2081.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fts0DZgBoRw/TemF09F7wEI/AAAAAAAACx8/5hmvcYLFuoU/s400/IMG_2081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614165555293175874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another dish call "sui chu yue" literal translation to 'fish cook in water'. goodness! spicy!!!! but yummy!! remembering all these now is making me so want to eat them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6FkT0iH4fs/TemF0u5-6bI/AAAAAAAACx0/Cyzus_-610A/s1600/IMG_2082.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6FkT0iH4fs/TemF0u5-6bI/AAAAAAAACx0/Cyzus_-610A/s400/IMG_2082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614165551484955058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after the long walking days, we went back, drop all the packages and went to massage! yeah! the difference between massage here and there is this. Here, we emphasize on 'feeling'..  the slow and relaxing movements to help you relax, unwind, breathe... there.. it's like 'make it worth the money'! a lot fast and hard rubbing! but after the super worth the money session, we feel totally loosen up! good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they first make us soak in this hot, traditional herbal water. murky and black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu-a6I7TmEU/TemF0f_HFcI/AAAAAAAACxs/MbTOoUq5t-o/s1600/IMG_2084.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu-a6I7TmEU/TemF0f_HFcI/AAAAAAAACxs/MbTOoUq5t-o/s400/IMG_2084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614165547479930306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back and neck massage. later went to another room for a full body massage.  while were in this room, there's a huge lcd screen tv that was showing one of the current hong kong series (the story was set in the olden days)... i can see that trish do not really understand. every time there was a funny part, everyone in the room laugh except trish! ahaah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx7MOTCkh-w/TemF0AHV1KI/AAAAAAAACxk/4upOu3p_Xmk/s1600/IMG_2086.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx7MOTCkh-w/TemF0AHV1KI/AAAAAAAACxk/4upOu3p_Xmk/s400/IMG_2086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614165538924516514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since yesterday was the last night and i didnt buy stocks so i bought for myself! the jeans jacket is new! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and finally remember to have one picture with lzh! in fact, the only picture. ahhaha.. taken right before the ride in the train to hong kong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_asfUv6cK4/TemFzGlawpI/AAAAAAAACxc/_5bq9BC-TVY/s1600/IMG_2089.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_asfUv6cK4/TemFzGlawpI/AAAAAAAACxc/_5bq9BC-TVY/s400/IMG_2089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614165523481412242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;trish took this when we were taking the escalator in the guangzhou train station.  we were really blessed in this trip because lzh paid for almost everything from the cab rides even to the hotel and all the food. except one lunch i paid and of course if we buy things, we paid lah.. but other than that.... he paid for everything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iwa-STsH1-g/TemE_3K0toI/AAAAAAAACxU/Ev5J-30-dpI/s400/912495396d3bf5f3843ba96bb915ec27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164643170006658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;that's the end to GZ... heading on to HK! 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hahaha... We definitely did not expect it to be this cold and surely not prepared for it. But we've t stand outside there waiting for my friend's house agent to come and get us. He came with two other ppl in the car and just basically drove us all the way to the apartment (without striking any conversation with us), drop us at the apartment, show us which unit - in a haste!! Goodness me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7JwkkbFURr4/TbFfX_7eDYI/AAAAAAAACvw/u-AUuuy9ew4/s1600/IMG_1907.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7JwkkbFURr4/TbFfX_7eDYI/AAAAAAAACvw/u-AUuuy9ew4/s400/IMG_1907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598360677700734338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We decided to just take a cab to the Fisherman's Wharf. The thing is, nobody knows what's that in Cantonese and we had quite a hard time trying to figure out what is it in Cantonese. Good thing the security guard was helpful in his limited English! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB2C43NFw6M/TbFfXvg37kI/AAAAAAAACvo/AL2FCHG69hc/s1600/IMG_1910.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB2C43NFw6M/TbFfXvg37kI/AAAAAAAACvo/AL2FCHG69hc/s400/IMG_1910.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598360673294216770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We really too tired to think and don't know what to eat. ended up in a japanese restaurant! haha.. all the way there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16AjnOMw9yk/TbFfXWJD2LI/AAAAAAAACvg/OtV6RONPv68/s1600/IMG_1911.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16AjnOMw9yk/TbFfXWJD2LI/AAAAAAAACvg/OtV6RONPv68/s400/IMG_1911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598360666483447986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;menu is all in chinese characters. poor us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ebd7AAuss-U/TbFfXCA9X_I/AAAAAAAACvY/tJLy427TSrc/s1600/IMG_1912.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ebd7AAuss-U/TbFfXCA9X_I/AAAAAAAACvY/tJLy427TSrc/s400/IMG_1912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598360661080760306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;first thing first, we 'setup' the bed for sleep.. kinda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;it's an empty apartment ... totally ... empty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hV1NQpuqSpk/TbFe6RfRfpI/AAAAAAAACvQ/fYmoMPtV_Pg/s1600/IMG_1914.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hV1NQpuqSpk/TbFe6RfRfpI/AAAAAAAACvQ/fYmoMPtV_Pg/s400/IMG_1914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598360167018233490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to wash our clothes. there was this washing machine.. after washed, it's supposed to spin all the way till try but it spins halfway then add more water in! ahahahha.. our clothes were being washed for a lot of rounds until we finally decided to take it our ourselves and just drape it over everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFKzT6OW6-4/TbFe6M6M4uI/AAAAAAAACvI/zuyqIu-pGC4/s1600/IMG_1915.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFKzT6OW6-4/TbFe6M6M4uI/AAAAAAAACvI/zuyqIu-pGC4/s400/IMG_1915.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598360165789000418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yah.. this washing machine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdrRhmgcHNM/TbFe5kKknnI/AAAAAAAACu4/4ORsrtwvxBY/s1600/IMG_1921.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdrRhmgcHNM/TbFe5kKknnI/AAAAAAAACu4/4ORsrtwvxBY/s400/IMG_1921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598360154851810930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whenever we are at home, we put this chair there at the main door.. hopefully the loud grating on the floor will wake us up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnFPffe8mbo/TbFe5WCsF3I/AAAAAAAACuw/Z-_6djdy_7Y/s1600/IMG_1922.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnFPffe8mbo/TbFe5WCsF3I/AAAAAAAACuw/Z-_6djdy_7Y/s400/IMG_1922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598360151060649842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two pairs of travelling footwear - MM shoes and a pair of flip flops does the job very well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loLcgb46yFs/TbFeXgBDdKI/AAAAAAAACuo/6PxnmAyKoT0/s1600/IMG_1923.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-loLcgb46yFs/TbFeXgBDdKI/AAAAAAAACuo/6PxnmAyKoT0/s400/IMG_1923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598359569622594722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw this packet of mamee on the first night at Macau and terus buy saja! hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASb5rdfYAKU/TbFeXYbvJfI/AAAAAAAACug/WU3YH2tD8ZY/s1600/IMG_1925.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASb5rdfYAKU/TbFeXYbvJfI/AAAAAAAACug/WU3YH2tD8ZY/s400/IMG_1925.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598359567587026418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The apartment we stayed at.  At first we felt that it's rather inconvenient but once we get the hang of the local transportation, we got around pretty well. best part is of course no need to pay for this lah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugT7Es20gdQ/TbFeWqAXWdI/AAAAAAAACuY/XYZsee-071Y/s1600/IMG_1926.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugT7Es20gdQ/TbFeWqAXWdI/AAAAAAAACuY/XYZsee-071Y/s400/IMG_1926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598359555124189650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mini bus that took us to the beach! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2dxP7nsLo/TbFeWUr4eFI/AAAAAAAACuQ/MG0vHQNjZ1I/s1600/IMG_1929.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2dxP7nsLo/TbFeWUr4eFI/AAAAAAAACuQ/MG0vHQNjZ1I/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598359549401135186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone queueing to eat at the Fernando's. Me n Trish were the lazy two that took a look at the queue, asked ourselves if we are hungry or not, then left the queue to buy coffee from the next door sundry shop! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqzu5u3xf_8/TbFeWMobT6I/AAAAAAAACuI/F142tNZkHro/s1600/IMG_1931.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqzu5u3xf_8/TbFeWMobT6I/AAAAAAAACuI/F142tNZkHro/s400/IMG_1931.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598359547239157666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIoaFK9iMnY/TbFZbMlK42I/AAAAAAAACuA/lLciDFqbZ9c/s1600/IMG_1934.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIoaFK9iMnY/TbFZbMlK42I/AAAAAAAACuA/lLciDFqbZ9c/s400/IMG_1934.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598354135566705506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hac Sa Beach! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15DfA2x0-As/TbFZa4-COTI/AAAAAAAACt4/VTQyE8w9blo/s1600/IMG_1939.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15DfA2x0-As/TbFZa4-COTI/AAAAAAAACt4/VTQyE8w9blo/s400/IMG_1939.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598354130302286130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the beach, there are these stalls selling those bbq stuffs calling out to us. And the Chu Chai Bau (pork burger) ... so we tried. ok only lah. ramly better i think! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czWRgnfvp4I/TbFZadEHY3I/AAAAAAAACtw/sehpCAmzWLg/s1600/IMG_1944.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czWRgnfvp4I/TbFZadEHY3I/AAAAAAAACtw/sehpCAmzWLg/s400/IMG_1944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598354122811597682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took this picture of her. I think it's very nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rau-fS0KeKU/TbFZaPdxBUI/AAAAAAAACto/Hk8iM7OQZfU/s1600/IMG_1946.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rau-fS0KeKU/TbFZaPdxBUI/AAAAAAAACto/Hk8iM7OQZfU/s400/IMG_1946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598354119161087298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvaqOb275uo/TbFTmZeLlKI/AAAAAAAACtg/tJH4ngd1o4E/s1600/IMG_1947.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvaqOb275uo/TbFTmZeLlKI/AAAAAAAACtg/tJH4ngd1o4E/s400/IMG_1947.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598347730935846050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous portugese tart from Lord Stow's!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoaAQg3cjW4/TbFTmP_en-I/AAAAAAAACtY/JBm6v42zaFw/s1600/IMG_1954.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoaAQg3cjW4/TbFTmP_en-I/AAAAAAAACtY/JBm6v42zaFw/s400/IMG_1954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598347728391151586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMRrKBZnYSE/TbFTl5K-_VI/AAAAAAAACtQ/0TaaIw1Jf4M/s1600/IMG_1955.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMRrKBZnYSE/TbFTl5K-_VI/AAAAAAAACtQ/0TaaIw1Jf4M/s400/IMG_1955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598347722265394514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dW6_fYj2vf4/TbFTlnFUCtI/AAAAAAAACtI/5Z80Gymjdx0/s1600/IMG_1958.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dW6_fYj2vf4/TbFTlnFUCtI/AAAAAAAACtI/5Z80Gymjdx0/s400/IMG_1958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598347717409770194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were standing outside queueing for table number and so we watch him prepare the tarts. I think we make him feel uncomfortable... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewIa4gK8Ho0/TbFTlUhuLxI/AAAAAAAACtA/HWkzNCnS95Q/s1600/IMG_1961.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ewIa4gK8Ho0/TbFTlUhuLxI/AAAAAAAACtA/HWkzNCnS95Q/s400/IMG_1961.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598347712428650258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They don't just serve tarts. It's a cafe that serves really good food. Must try when you go there. Have lunch here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGV_zyNb2KY/TbFQyric8fI/AAAAAAAACs4/i4MbM2etVfA/s1600/IMG_1965.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGV_zyNb2KY/TbFQyric8fI/AAAAAAAACs4/i4MbM2etVfA/s400/IMG_1965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598344643409146354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEAbtOtFIFo/TbFQyD1K7wI/AAAAAAAACsw/OSdJv66DWNg/s1600/IMG_1973.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEAbtOtFIFo/TbFQyD1K7wI/AAAAAAAACsw/OSdJv66DWNg/s400/IMG_1973.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598344632750239490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAuhyjOkmDs/TbFQxwN9tPI/AAAAAAAACso/RwflhplScEc/s1600/IMG_1977.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QAuhyjOkmDs/TbFQxwN9tPI/AAAAAAAACso/RwflhplScEc/s400/IMG_1977.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598344627485521138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we went to this flea market. Carved our names into chops. Wanted to do this for a long time and finally spent the money. ahhaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o55mKNQ-3Gc/TbFQxuOtuoI/AAAAAAAACsg/zxMS847RVf0/s1600/IMG_1981.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o55mKNQ-3Gc/TbFQxuOtuoI/AAAAAAAACsg/zxMS847RVf0/s400/IMG_1981.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598344626951797378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dysWFEB3hYc/TbFQxb_kZMI/AAAAAAAACsY/jiTfw5KpPWQ/s1600/IMG_1984.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dysWFEB3hYc/TbFQxb_kZMI/AAAAAAAACsY/jiTfw5KpPWQ/s400/IMG_1984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598344622056432834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the city is really so such a gamble city that even the souvenirs are of gambling nature! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDSyNrMaah4/TbFOSot0jJI/AAAAAAAACsQ/IqufEfOhkLo/s1600/IMG_1987.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDSyNrMaah4/TbFOSot0jJI/AAAAAAAACsQ/IqufEfOhkLo/s400/IMG_1987.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598341893872454802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKGvvDUdVvQ/TbFOSKr_hOI/AAAAAAAACsI/Zj3DSZq2ddU/s1600/IMG_1989.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKGvvDUdVvQ/TbFOSKr_hOI/AAAAAAAACsI/Zj3DSZq2ddU/s400/IMG_1989.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598341885811721442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7aY8EE5k6o/TbFORxXGhmI/AAAAAAAACsA/tt7fpNDlrJc/s1600/IMG_1990.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7aY8EE5k6o/TbFORxXGhmI/AAAAAAAACsA/tt7fpNDlrJc/s400/IMG_1990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598341879013213794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh... this is one of the famous desserts at macau. a must try. not bad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoflhblwO0k/TbFLXftDXAI/AAAAAAAACr4/lTHCc85DNqw/s1600/IMG_1994.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoflhblwO0k/TbFLXftDXAI/AAAAAAAACr4/lTHCc85DNqw/s400/IMG_1994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598338678817774594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjBujXP9Zcs/TbFLXHhEBPI/AAAAAAAACrw/mB8x0wVNcFY/s1600/IMG_1996.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjBujXP9Zcs/TbFLXHhEBPI/AAAAAAAACrw/mB8x0wVNcFY/s400/IMG_1996.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598338672325035250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and all types of biscuits that ppl queuing to buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pibn7bVQgg/TbFLW0BNwgI/AAAAAAAACro/dFoqp70rN0A/s1600/IMG_1999.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pibn7bVQgg/TbFLW0BNwgI/AAAAAAAACro/dFoqp70rN0A/s400/IMG_1999.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598338667091182082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked down to the street to find the library so that we can go online! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCawve2ZJUM/TbFLWnGUGVI/AAAAAAAACrg/8_zPYo3MTKs/s1600/IMG_2001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCawve2ZJUM/TbFLWnGUGVI/AAAAAAAACrg/8_zPYo3MTKs/s400/IMG_2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598338663622908242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yoghurt that trish tried.  and the uncle let us use his phone to call local. it's free apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyxU-8fjtP0/TbFIIkudxdI/AAAAAAAACrQ/SQH0AkecOv4/s1600/IMG_2002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyxU-8fjtP0/TbFIIkudxdI/AAAAAAAACrQ/SQH0AkecOv4/s400/IMG_2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598335123932956114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;walked pass and cant resist to take a picture of this! hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_xvYrKiA44/TbFCM431eoI/AAAAAAAACrI/E9sJ_8te8yo/s1600/IMG_2007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_xvYrKiA44/TbFCM431eoI/AAAAAAAACrI/E9sJ_8te8yo/s400/IMG_2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598328600990677634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVt9fC0eXDI/TbFCMlO6fDI/AAAAAAAACrA/las42stpTtE/s1600/IMG_2009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AVt9fC0eXDI/TbFCMlO6fDI/AAAAAAAACrA/las42stpTtE/s400/IMG_2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598328595718765618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFN1Av7WedU/TbFCMetMclI/AAAAAAAACq4/KgU9HaYYDdA/s1600/IMG_2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFN1Av7WedU/TbFCMetMclI/AAAAAAAACq4/KgU9HaYYDdA/s400/IMG_2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598328593966723666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the famous gerbang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oe75zxMWxsk/TbFCL8wirBI/AAAAAAAACqw/_FmtogUSdos/s1600/IMG_2013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oe75zxMWxsk/TbFCL8wirBI/AAAAAAAACqw/_FmtogUSdos/s400/IMG_2013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598328584853957650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too tired to go on, i dragged trisha into this small little shop to have dinner. the thing is.... they gave us a chinese menu. i insisted on having noodle and after much resistant from me, the shop keeper gave up and placed order for noodle for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEnTtdIatQ0/TbFA8q7ocII/AAAAAAAACqo/48ilG5yZujk/s1600/IMG_2022.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEnTtdIatQ0/TbFA8q7ocII/AAAAAAAACqo/48ilG5yZujk/s400/IMG_2022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598327222858969218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was sitting here waiting for trish to come back from her shooting expedition! she wanted to shoot the tower. i was older and more tired. so i wait for her here. this uncle came and shoot photo of the casinos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxTiTACmePQ/TbFA8Vy_F7I/AAAAAAAACqg/vs6maw69njg/s1600/IMG_2028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxTiTACmePQ/TbFA8Vy_F7I/AAAAAAAACqg/vs6maw69njg/s400/IMG_2028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598327217185560498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-valE2ArLDLg/TbFA741McmI/AAAAAAAACqY/JXpSZ9KJkjA/s1600/IMG_2031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-valE2ArLDLg/TbFA741McmI/AAAAAAAACqY/JXpSZ9KJkjA/s400/IMG_2031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598327209410196066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is inside the venetians. very nice place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKXa9ML0EwQ/TbFA7s5-2GI/AAAAAAAACqQ/VKNm6SbqeVk/s1600/IMG_2036.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKXa9ML0EwQ/TbFA7s5-2GI/AAAAAAAACqQ/VKNm6SbqeVk/s400/IMG_2036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598327206209050722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crossing the border to guangzhou. we discovered that there is free shuttle from casinos to the bus stations and airport. so good for us! hahaha... hopping on to one and another saves all the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcmABXJRKv0/TbFA7WljVWI/AAAAAAAACqI/FqMaMT_lDb0/s1600/IMG_2041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcmABXJRKv0/TbFA7WljVWI/AAAAAAAACqI/FqMaMT_lDb0/s400/IMG_2041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598327200217781602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4315766621754099885?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4315766621754099885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4315766621754099885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4315766621754099885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4315766621754099885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-days-trip-second-stop-macau.html' title='10 Days trip - second stop Macau'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7JwkkbFURr4/TbFfX_7eDYI/AAAAAAAACvw/u-AUuuy9ew4/s72-c/IMG_1907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6270986030518671977</id><published>2011-04-22T16:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T10:25:42.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips trips'/><title type='text'>10 Days trip - first stop Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trips are always fun for me! It's like no work or stress for 10 days! I was excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ly anticipating the time to arrive. For this time, I went traipsing with Trisha Wong! hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First stop, we head to Singapore because she wanted to go to JIMMY EAT WORLD Concert at Hard Rock Hotel. I told many ppl and they all ask me "who is that?!"... I also don't know! hahaha... So, anyway, she went to concert with her friends and I went back to rest early for the trip the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the thing we did was ransacking all the Charles &amp;amp; Keith outlets! I counted a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;t least 5 shops we went to and we both bought 2 pairs each. Not to mentioned the many that we've tried on. Here's three of the outlets! ahahaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npu0EiZtXAA/TbFInm0XZ5I/AAAAAAAACrY/xHfLDCNcO9Y/s400/IMG_1924.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598335657070520210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dbbxbGkPvQ/TbE8bCTaJiI/AAAAAAAACqA/nXmG1-lXhFQ/s400/IMAG0079.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598322246970648098" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOEhJ7C_3SQ/TbE8amdwKXI/AAAAAAAACp4/qdH5bLLFMig/s400/IMAG0078.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598322239497841010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTYcJBWzOVA/TbE6GfQIOyI/AAAAAAAACpw/8xeYWADRZpg/s1600/IMAG0075.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTYcJBWzOVA/TbE6GfQIOyI/AAAAAAAACpw/8xeYWADRZpg/s400/IMAG0075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598319694941010722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other thing i really enjoyed was meeting up with Ivy, Ace and Rachel! It was just good catching up and chatting and laughing. We had ramen for dinner and then ice cream! They mashed up the ice cream and then add the toppings inside and packed it back again. Interesting .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YZMtHUxiFk/TbE6FN_XGII/AAAAAAAACpY/CVwSRJU6eM8/s400/IMAG0072.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598319673127409794" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upPya4GS5qs/TbE6F0fh4qI/AAAAAAAACpo/s6cQ1duDWV0/s400/IMAG0074.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598319683462881954" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7gnEOz3-G8/TbE6Fls0nzI/AAAAAAAACpg/M3H5oVj3kgo/s400/IMAG0073.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598319679492103986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0B4VxBKISf8/TbE4r1rAz1I/AAAAAAAACpQ/aYd_jkvwEXw/s1600/IMG_1734.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0B4VxBKISf8/TbE4r1rAz1I/AAAAAAAACpQ/aYd_jkvwEXw/s400/IMG_1734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598318137591254866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Le1UCi7bHg/TbE4VbUBwyI/AAAAAAAACpI/sCORx7iHljI/s1600/IMG_1735.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Le1UCi7bHg/TbE4VbUBwyI/AAAAAAAACpI/sCORx7iHljI/s400/IMG_1735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598317752558404386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MX0eedPsb-Y/TbE4VMIz4mI/AAAAAAAACpA/X6fi5n-h-ws/s1600/IMG_1736.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MX0eedPsb-Y/TbE4VMIz4mI/AAAAAAAACpA/X6fi5n-h-ws/s400/IMG_1736.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598317748484825698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuBFoZaoqS4/TbE4U1so5VI/AAAAAAAACo4/_UPco3kXEPc/s1600/IMG_1737.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EuBFoZaoqS4/TbE4U1so5VI/AAAAAAAACo4/_UPco3kXEPc/s400/IMG_1737.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598317742461085010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as some of u know, we stayed at the 8-bunk room hostel. Two nights, there were someone snoring LOUDLY in the room. Woke me up both nights! Sleeplessness kinda eats into my day and makes me mang chang... but good thing Trish was not and so she helped balanced me out! hhahaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvnZ5ZfEu6s/TbE4UXq_kZI/AAAAAAAACow/qOF3ACAdsaE/s1600/IMG_1901.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvnZ5ZfEu6s/TbE4UXq_kZI/AAAAAAAACow/qOF3ACAdsaE/s400/IMG_1901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598317734401118610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looked more sleepy cos the night before, she went to 'wet' with her friends after the concert and came back late! tsk.. tsk.. tsk... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was when we were at the airport and had to eat lunch there. Secret Recipe but all on plastics... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHCvi0LqfRU/TbE4UFkJkCI/AAAAAAAACoo/XLg-CQEAShI/s1600/IMG_1903.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHCvi0LqfRU/TbE4UFkJkCI/AAAAAAAACoo/XLg-CQEAShI/s400/IMG_1903.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598317729540575266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6270986030518671977?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6270986030518671977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6270986030518671977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6270986030518671977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6270986030518671977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-days-trip-first-stop-singapore.html' title='10 Days trip - first stop Singapore'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npu0EiZtXAA/TbFInm0XZ5I/AAAAAAAACrY/xHfLDCNcO9Y/s72-c/IMG_1924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7045013775746656287</id><published>2011-03-20T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T11:59:53.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gina-girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the little girl that's tearing my apartment upside down... when i'm there, she'll stick to me like glue and when i eat, she'll open her mouth and when i stand there, she'll use me as a round-about! ahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NnrP0XZAzA/TYV6ipHmw4I/AAAAAAAACng/FVuOy_yW_6k/s1600/IMAG0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NnrP0XZAzA/TYV6ipHmw4I/AAAAAAAACng/FVuOy_yW_6k/s400/IMAG0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586005648394863490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav game with her goes like this.. if i point to my mom she'll say 'ty' (short for aunty) and i'll point to myself and she'll say 'jiejie' and i'll point to her and she's say 'gi' (short for gina). the fun part comes when i point at her and then point at her again.. she'll give me this confused face for a 3 seconds before answering.. and then i'll point at her again! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pqLnmXQ8cBI/TYV6ibRzlII/AAAAAAAACnY/is2dcCdvSWY/s1600/IMAG0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pqLnmXQ8cBI/TYV6ibRzlII/AAAAAAAACnY/is2dcCdvSWY/s400/IMAG0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586005644679550082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how she sleeps. although now she wont use the diapers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-esWaHeJn4M4/TYV6iCXanUI/AAAAAAAACnQ/OAq9Ahlua88/s1600/IMAG0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-esWaHeJn4M4/TYV6iCXanUI/AAAAAAAACnQ/OAq9Ahlua88/s400/IMAG0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586005637992193346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGOQHRDTcNU/TYV50A-VDYI/AAAAAAAACnI/xt7NsOZv7Ns/s1600/IMAG0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGOQHRDTcNU/TYV50A-VDYI/AAAAAAAACnI/xt7NsOZv7Ns/s400/IMAG0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586004847344553346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMr0kg0v3R0/TYV5z4vkD3I/AAAAAAAACnA/odh7VGjGJy0/s1600/IMAG0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMr0kg0v3R0/TYV5z4vkD3I/AAAAAAAACnA/odh7VGjGJy0/s400/IMAG0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586004845135138674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6jBn5y4z30/TYV5zro7cMI/AAAAAAAACm4/_rQ2SKDJlo8/s1600/IMAG0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6jBn5y4z30/TYV5zro7cMI/AAAAAAAACm4/_rQ2SKDJlo8/s400/IMAG0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586004841617649858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her current biggest fear is 'lizard'! hahaha.. so whenever she's naughty, me and my mom wil threaten her with lizard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUitotuP-bA/TYV5zcAv-OI/AAAAAAAACmw/OuIntCA-BY4/s1600/IMAG0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUitotuP-bA/TYV5zcAv-OI/AAAAAAAACmw/OuIntCA-BY4/s400/IMAG0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586004837422594274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--B4-VaoWslM/TYV5zKwWNYI/AAAAAAAACmo/fhO6PB727hE/s1600/IMAG0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--B4-VaoWslM/TYV5zKwWNYI/AAAAAAAACmo/fhO6PB727hE/s400/IMAG0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586004832790394242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-7045013775746656287?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7045013775746656287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7045013775746656287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7045013775746656287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7045013775746656287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/03/gina-girl.html' title='Gina-girl'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NnrP0XZAzA/TYV6ipHmw4I/AAAAAAAACng/FVuOy_yW_6k/s72-c/IMAG0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-8346992766268563005</id><published>2011-03-20T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T11:42:02.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a miracle. Me and Doreen planned to go to Jay Chou's concert but we forgot to buy ticket. By the time we remember, it was already sold out. left only the RM700 ticket at Rock Zone area which we were not willing to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in reality and in actual facts, I have no way of getting tickets but I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted to go to the concert. I've been praying for Jay Chou for the past 5 years or more and therefore, he's one of the artistes that's 'personal' and not just 'one of them'... i was secretly hoping to see what change was brought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during the 7 days prayer and fasting at church in the beginning of the year, i fasted and when i pray, which was many times a day, i will add this petition to God to be able to go to the concert on top of the other more serious for the year! I think I kinda bugged God to let me go... ahhaha... and SUDDENLY (just like how Pr Tim says it..).... someone gave me two tickets to the concert!! I mean my friend knows that I wanted to go but I don't think he knows God was using him as the instrument to bless me. I was beyond happy, i was ecstatic, i was like a crazy woman for the rest of the day and week after I got the ticket! you should see me.. my jaw was tired cos the smile kept creeping up.. ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was aptly so that the the dance team was performing the song 'make way' that talks about how God can make a way when there seems to be no way (a production for the combined service on Sunday). I shared with the team on Saturday that this is how our God is and can be to us. The God that we serve is just like that! He can MAKE A WAY out of no way, out of nothing, and out of just wanting to bless us and see us in joy! He's not all out to take from us but all out to bless us. I shared with Trish that more than going to a concert, we should realise that we are walking in a miracle. Just like those ppl walking across when the red sea parted for them, i felt likewise.. all hindrances were parted so that i could go to the concert... the experience of walking in a miracle was just more overwhelming than the concert itself!! If you've never experienced God in this way, you should really start praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I shared this experience at PC's discipleship, everyone was laughing and started telling me what they really really really want and asked me to pray for them! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the hall looks like before the concert starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kexhXffXoLU/TYVu3Q2Y3FI/AAAAAAAACmg/6Ky8H4o3o18/s1600/IMG_1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kexhXffXoLU/TYVu3Q2Y3FI/AAAAAAAACmg/6Ky8H4o3o18/s400/IMG_1661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585992808517917778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad Trish went with me because we can sing his songs together, scream together and laugh together over and over again .. when our fav songs came on, when everyone else started screaming, we joined in too. There was this couple that was sitting next to me, the boyfriend was a fan but the girlfriend was not. So he screamed and sang by himself while the gf sitting next to him looking bored! I'm still REALLY glad Trish went.. ahhaha.. she took off early from her event, risked offending her boss, took a 4-hour bus ride from Kuantan, waited at the LRT station for an hour just to go to the concert with me and then took the 4-hour bus ride all the way back to Kuantan the next day! Thanks, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iu8EgBHiPWo/TYVu3Abp4zI/AAAAAAAACmY/FiZlNJQLqzQ/s1600/IMG_1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iu8EgBHiPWo/TYVu3Abp4zI/AAAAAAAACmY/FiZlNJQLqzQ/s400/IMG_1659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585992804110820146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from where we sat, Jay Chou was like maybe 15cm tall? hahaha.. but on the screen, he was huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MxXrO2uqQI/TYVu2zUZPrI/AAAAAAAACmQ/YBszsL3ie0g/s1600/IMG_1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MxXrO2uqQI/TYVu2zUZPrI/AAAAAAAACmQ/YBszsL3ie0g/s400/IMG_1676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585992800590708402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pr Steven did asked if God was not my God for the few hours i was in the jay chou as god concert.. ahahha.. he is so farnee lah.. i replied him that of course God is GOD but jay chou is just jay chou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYL_jtsmAPM/TYVuLrn4EHI/AAAAAAAACmI/HXWkC-m9pLM/s1600/IMG_1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYL_jtsmAPM/TYVuLrn4EHI/AAAAAAAACmI/HXWkC-m9pLM/s400/IMG_1688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585992059790561394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone asked me how was the concert or the experience... i can only describe is as this... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'it was super high!! to have thousands of ppl singing with you is really really really more high. don't know why but sitting there being ONE of the thousands, singing the same words was like arghhhh.... the experience was really high and time flies so fast without us knowing especially when it's songs that we can sing together, it was super-crazy-nice-kind-of-feeling'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68GMCtoxA3k/TYVuLaIYC7I/AAAAAAAACmA/mwhvXh_kACM/s1600/IMG_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68GMCtoxA3k/TYVuLaIYC7I/AAAAAAAACmA/mwhvXh_kACM/s400/IMG_1715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585992055095036850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSnDoU-hfFU/TYVuLTnn43I/AAAAAAAACl4/EfBQtEURkD4/s1600/IMG_1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSnDoU-hfFU/TYVuLTnn43I/AAAAAAAACl4/EfBQtEURkD4/s400/IMG_1724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585992053347050354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjf48vCuz-g/TYVuKzpNvRI/AAAAAAAAClw/-YMtOdI9-Kk/s1600/IMG_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjf48vCuz-g/TYVuKzpNvRI/AAAAAAAAClw/-YMtOdI9-Kk/s400/IMG_1727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585992044763790610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although I enjoyed the songs and the screaming without a care (cos everyone else was screaming too)... but one thing i was saddened was on the media. I honestly thought that he's accepted Christ a couple years back but the media during the concert was all-religion literally... there were vampire-ism, buddhism, hinduism, catholic-ism and all sorts of connotations that were not Godly or glorifying God (if he's really a Christian and in my opinion). I guess God wanted to show me a little glimpse so that i continue to pray for him! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4MlThjhmoI/TYVuKr_WMoI/AAAAAAAAClo/8STR16aKbJI/s1600/IMG_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4MlThjhmoI/TYVuKr_WMoI/AAAAAAAAClo/8STR16aKbJI/s400/IMG_1729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585992042709136002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? after the concert, the next day, i met two people in church that were connected to have tickets to the concert and could have given me tickets to the concert as well. God is telling me that He's prepared more than one way to make it able for me to go to the concert just because He can. He'd the answered prayer prepared all along. It was just a matter of Route A or Route B or Route C! Isn't He such an amazing God?! *SCREAM for God! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-8346992766268563005?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/8346992766268563005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=8346992766268563005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8346992766268563005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8346992766268563005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/03/jay-chou-concert.html' title='Jay Chou Concert'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kexhXffXoLU/TYVu3Q2Y3FI/AAAAAAAACmg/6Ky8H4o3o18/s72-c/IMG_1661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6513154724335920533</id><published>2011-01-16T11:24:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:47:52.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips trips'/><title type='text'>Bali is my life? Not really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTKiDqqoaFI/AAAAAAAACh8/BNuP9epLV88/s1600/IMG_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTKiDqqoaFI/AAAAAAAACh8/BNuP9epLV88/s320/IMG_1403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562686673632389202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first, I've decided not to blog about the Bali trip since YC already posted up all the photos. I felt no point for repetition... But it's my long awaited break from all the pile up stress of event after event over the past few months, I felt I don't do my blog justice! hahahaha... so here goes... we start off! yeah! so happy to be breaking away for a few days! Here, we are walking to the Air Asia plane. As usual, the Air Asia flights are the ones at the end of the longest walkway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3CZCblDI/AAAAAAAACh0/60JeEC7lnD4/s1600/IMG_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3CZCblDI/AAAAAAAACh0/60JeEC7lnD4/s320/IMG_1154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562639372720510002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course we must take picture in the plane! hhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3CFxcXNI/AAAAAAAAChs/UdPMReqQLHw/s1600/IMG_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3CFxcXNI/AAAAAAAAChs/UdPMReqQLHw/s320/IMG_1158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562639367548984530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used this voucher system from Kel because apparently it's very worth it lah but then I feel for our setup, it was not so good as the unit we are staying in is a privately owned unit in the midst of the resort. Hence, we could use the pool and the spa but not the operator or the housekeeping services provided by the hotel. Worse is, I can't use the hotel wifi! sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3BUNXeQI/AAAAAAAAChk/fC44rnmZNI8/s1600/IMG_1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3BUNXeQI/AAAAAAAAChk/fC44rnmZNI8/s320/IMG_1159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562639354244331778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's a suite unit so plenty of space for us and even cooking facility which came in rather useful later... me and jocelyn stayed in the room and yean ching insisted to sleep at the sofa in the living hall to feed the mosquitoes! haahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3A-lyedI/AAAAAAAAChc/CHrPgVctOLE/s1600/IMG_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3A-lyedI/AAAAAAAAChc/CHrPgVctOLE/s320/IMG_1160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562639348441184722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first night, upon arrival, we have no food to eat except at this gerai serving masakan padang.. which was not nice at all. I hardly ate anything because it looked really  weird and they serve weird animal parts which I'm do not fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3AqBgkgI/AAAAAAAAChU/nh7D1agjdpg/s1600/IMG_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ3AqBgkgI/AAAAAAAAChU/nh7D1agjdpg/s320/IMG_1161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562639342920307202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the driver was being 'nice' because he wanted our business for the next few days. he want to help arrange for a driver for us. highly recommended his cousin who turned out to be a jerk who wanted our money and after that highly recommended his good friend with 'good english and good car' but does not understand a shred of English I spoke to him. And I don't think I have  'that bad' English! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2YiDHbqI/AAAAAAAAChM/FiSzlmO63Xo/s1600/IMG_1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2YiDHbqI/AAAAAAAAChM/FiSzlmO63Xo/s320/IMG_1162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638653584797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this thing with drinking water. The last time I was in Bali, I drank the locally bottled water and got a sore throat instantly. So this time I'm more careful to not choose the cheapest water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2YP76_4I/AAAAAAAAChE/1pR1TIHzNHg/s1600/IMG_1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2YP76_4I/AAAAAAAAChE/1pR1TIHzNHg/s320/IMG_1163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638648722784130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like little cabana spaces at the side of the pool for guests to sit and relax or read. We only pass it in the morning on our way out and pass by it at night after the pool is closed, on our way back to the room. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2XxO2nWI/AAAAAAAACg8/scm4MCDo_Nc/s1600/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2XxO2nWI/AAAAAAAACg8/scm4MCDo_Nc/s320/IMG_1170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638640480689506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first day out! see the excited faces you can guess already! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2XqQK63I/AAAAAAAACg0/AGD_Wzu5N8Y/s1600/IMG_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2XqQK63I/AAAAAAAACg0/AGD_Wzu5N8Y/s320/IMG_1177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638638607166322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; we didn't want to visit a lot of the places because it's all idol worshipping practices. The two dances that are famous in Bali are both idol worship  dances to call about their god so we decided not to skip visiting those as well. I think the  driver/guide was quite baffled with us as we decided not to go the usual  tourist route but of course we did not explain that those are all  idolatry for us! hahahah... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2XZ1ZGwI/AAAAAAAACgs/XyuaUe7-ktE/s1600/IMG_1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ2XZ1ZGwI/AAAAAAAACgs/XyuaUe7-ktE/s320/IMG_1180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638634199882498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop, the silversmith! I guess we all didn't expect to buy anything. the first shop we went, the designs were gaudy and old-fashioned and so overly elaborated that we took a 5 min walk, came out took a group picture and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ11Or5j_I/AAAAAAAACgk/bseV2o2WAmo/s1600/IMG_1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ11Or5j_I/AAAAAAAACgk/bseV2o2WAmo/s320/IMG_1190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638047091724274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to another silversmith, Prapen. We did not have any high hopes as we were quite put off with the first shop already. BUT.... I did. We were waiting for the staff to cut the chain shorter by one inch. cos I prefer shorter. The staffs like can't understand why I want to cut it shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ10qR18iI/AAAAAAAACgU/o41UBAKPIiw/s1600/IMG_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ10qR18iI/AAAAAAAACgU/o41UBAKPIiw/s320/IMG_1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638037318758946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the necklace i bought for myself. I also bought another longer more expensive chain necklace for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ10f--yJI/AAAAAAAACgM/-2qgv9pGZ5U/s1600/IMG_1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ10f--yJI/AAAAAAAACgM/-2qgv9pGZ5U/s320/IMG_1211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638034555291794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also really like this earring but it's was over my budget so I asked the staffs whether can I just buy one instead of a pair? since I usually only wear one side. hahaha... he was like...??!!!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ10znmjiI/AAAAAAAACgc/RwgPMeD4OvU/s1600/IMG_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ10znmjiI/AAAAAAAACgc/RwgPMeD4OvU/s320/IMG_1206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638039825944098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ10PjHhAI/AAAAAAAACgE/eGQVx5m1qIU/s1600/IMG_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ10PjHhAI/AAAAAAAACgE/eGQVx5m1qIU/s320/IMG_1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562638030143456258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we head to lunch! I wanted Jaws and Ching to try the famous Babi Guling meal and so the driver took us to Ibu Eka's shop which is supposedly the most famous babi guling restaurant in Bali. good thing it's an open air concept shop because the smell of porkiness is way bad. I mean I expected it since I know Bali is not that clean but I think it kinda hit it hard for the two of them. ops... one thing is they don't clear the tables of the leftovers after the guests leave, making the smell linger at the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0NJOgwhI/AAAAAAAACf8/mfzJT0Y1F-c/s1600/IMG_1220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0NJOgwhI/AAAAAAAACf8/mfzJT0Y1F-c/s320/IMG_1220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562636258919891474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the Babi Guling Special meal... Rph 30,000 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0M2lk-_I/AAAAAAAACf0/4uEo49th7aw/s1600/IMG_1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0M2lk-_I/AAAAAAAACf0/4uEo49th7aw/s320/IMG_1222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562636253916363762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it's shopping time! yeah! we each bought some dresses. but there was not enough cash to buy the whole ubud so it was a lot of window shopping. see the colourful plates? I love the purple ones and the colorful ones in the middle but then it doesn't go well with my apartment setup. my mom is very chinese so I didn't buy any also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0Ms-3jgI/AAAAAAAACfs/acXymvl1Ay4/s1600/IMG_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0Ms-3jgI/AAAAAAAACfs/acXymvl1Ay4/s320/IMG_1227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562636251338083842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were choosing gifts for PC/Kel and Juliet/Michael. This door signposts were really colourful and cute and PC got the one crafted with the cat with long eye-lashes and Ju got the dragonfly in purple tones... Ching was writing down how much she owe me for it! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0MViXU-I/AAAAAAAACfk/YoygjssbRxw/s1600/IMG_1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0MViXU-I/AAAAAAAACfk/YoygjssbRxw/s320/IMG_1232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562636245044515810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We leave Ubud when it started drizzling. We raced out to find out van. He told us to call him to check where he parked. We called and called but can't get through. When we finally found him, he was chatting on the phone... even after picked us up. I was pissed with him and the moment he hang up, I whacked him terus for making us run here and there in the rain! He did not apologise and show no sign of remorse! And by the end of the day when he realised that we did not have enough money for the next day, he straightaway told his cousin that he can't fetch us the next day. Which was better for us cos the pak cik that came the next day was way much better and took his job more seriously that we were so pleased with him that we gave him all our RMs as tips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ubud, we wento a few other factory outlets. Ching wanted to get a bikini but was shy. I bought a pair of shorts, a pair of glowing pink nike shoes! Both I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching's new sundress and Jaws' new sundress but it think it's for her sister. She was just trying it out.  But the dark blue dress is for herself! Doesn't she look good in it? We encouraged her to wear to the beach the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0MIIVyiI/AAAAAAAACfc/jZQphHTXCPo/s1600/IMG_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJ0MIIVyiI/AAAAAAAACfc/jZQphHTXCPo/s320/IMG_1241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562636241445702178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxrmVVbgI/AAAAAAAACfU/GVA5ntOT5a0/s1600/IMG_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxrmVVbgI/AAAAAAAACfU/GVA5ntOT5a0/s320/IMG_1242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562633483594329602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jude wanted the Bali pants so Ching got it for him. Not sure what color he would prefer so we got the realy colourful one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxrH_ckfI/AAAAAAAACfM/tgzorK-Jiyk/s1600/IMG_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxrH_ckfI/AAAAAAAACfM/tgzorK-Jiyk/s320/IMG_1243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562633475449459186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next morning, Widya (former Eaglepoint-er when she was working in Malaysia), came to join us to the beach! We were kinda broke so it was maggi last nite and maggi this morning! I just got up not long I think. The 'look' says it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxq3JutCI/AAAAAAAACfE/xZH1MmZCyuk/s1600/IMG_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxq3JutCI/AAAAAAAACfE/xZH1MmZCyuk/s320/IMG_1253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562633470929187874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing I was disappointed was I did not manage to do all the water activities. I have thought that I wanted to do the water sports and the banana boat but didn't manage to... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxqpsfp3I/AAAAAAAACe8/yOgj-OVgVwo/s1600/IMG_1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxqpsfp3I/AAAAAAAACe8/yOgj-OVgVwo/s320/IMG_1257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562633467316905842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first beach we went to.. call Nusa Dua. We should have stay here but we decided to head over to the other beach call DreamLand that everyone told us is a must to visit. So, we took a picture and left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxqjEk1CI/AAAAAAAACe0/jPfpbMNga08/s1600/IMG_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJxqjEk1CI/AAAAAAAACe0/jPfpbMNga08/s320/IMG_1256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562633465538860066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were all wearing swim suit under the dresses thinking that we would be playing in the sea and all but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJwto7qFLI/AAAAAAAACes/XlznxuVf1Po/s1600/IMG_1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJwto7qFLI/AAAAAAAACes/XlznxuVf1Po/s320/IMG_1262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562632419140048050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but the beach was sooo crowded that we didn't manage to slot ourselves in and also they charge us just to use the beach couch and on top of it, it was 'air pasang' time so no point going in also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJwtSeIJ3I/AAAAAAAACek/rloz7lUx0Bo/s1600/IMG_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJwtSeIJ3I/AAAAAAAACek/rloz7lUx0Bo/s320/IMG_1265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562632413110609778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we were just sitting there waiting for time to pass, staring at the other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJws7QCHQI/AAAAAAAACec/hC6Pb4Tr49A/s1600/IMG_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJws7QCHQI/AAAAAAAACec/hC6Pb4Tr49A/s320/IMG_1271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562632406877478146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had khong guan crackers with smasched egg! courtesy of Chef Jaws! She's clever lah! ahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJws9-bFJI/AAAAAAAACeU/JGB6Vrj7Bfk/s1600/IMG_1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJws9-bFJI/AAAAAAAACeU/JGB6Vrj7Bfk/s320/IMG_1273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562632407608923282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the photos that I think was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJwsmOxLRI/AAAAAAAACeM/Or4Rshyg7ds/s1600/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJwsmOxLRI/AAAAAAAACeM/Or4Rshyg7ds/s320/IMG_1275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562632401235029266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fooling around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv-PXQV9I/AAAAAAAACeE/RyFL3SYhYuU/s1600/IMG_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv-PXQV9I/AAAAAAAACeE/RyFL3SYhYuU/s320/IMG_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562631604822628306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DreamLand beach was really not much of a dream... it's shorter than the Nusa Dua beach, making it more crowded. and there's no water sports here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv93MPmGI/AAAAAAAACd8/H5DIGnlRI6o/s1600/IMG_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv93MPmGI/AAAAAAAACd8/H5DIGnlRI6o/s320/IMG_1285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562631598333991010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teh Sosro. Local sweet tea for Indonesians. We were just sitting there chilling while Jaws went to stand at the beach.... letting the waves crash in on her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv91B4FtI/AAAAAAAACd0/j4BMjnX1dXI/s1600/IMG_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv91B4FtI/AAAAAAAACd0/j4BMjnX1dXI/s320/IMG_1286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562631597753636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we went to my nightmare place. Uluwatu. The scenery is beautiful but it's filled with monkeys. I told them they should visit just to see the place but for me, I will sit in the car. The poor driver had to sit outside because I refused to leave the van. I took a nap in the van and when they came back, we went to toilet and bought jagung. When we came back to the van, there was the rascal monkey sitting right next to the van eating jagung... freaking me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv9suVs4I/AAAAAAAACds/ak73WyIl5Lw/s1600/IMG_1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv9suVs4I/AAAAAAAACds/ak73WyIl5Lw/s320/IMG_1310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562631595524207490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then left to Jimbaran Beach. The whole stretch of beach is not occupied by resorts but by restauranteurs. They sell romantic seafood on the beach. I personally feel the concept is great IF the beach is cleaner! hahaha... the sea water was MURKY black. I don't think it helps with the appetites. But then again, most people will eat during candlelight dinner time so they won't be able to see how murky is the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another brilliant shot that I super like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv9TZSn-I/AAAAAAAACdk/0MyiuxbKP0U/s1600/IMG_1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJv9TZSn-I/AAAAAAAACdk/0MyiuxbKP0U/s320/IMG_1319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562631588725039074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my left hand side, there sat a table of 8-10 pax of the model-like ang-mohs! All handsome and gorgeous! hahahaa... yc was like... cuci-mata there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtQr1SwmI/AAAAAAAACdc/V2h6hxQ1MS8/s1600/IMG_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtQr1SwmI/AAAAAAAACdc/V2h6hxQ1MS8/s320/IMG_1331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562628623167570530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Widya came the next morning to do facial for each of us. starting with Jaws at 8am, Ching at 9am and me at 10am. She did a double cleanse, scrub, massage, mask and then application. No spa for us but she did for us. THANKS! hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtQb8TVhI/AAAAAAAACdU/wnUpfc--_24/s1600/IMG_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtQb8TVhI/AAAAAAAACdU/wnUpfc--_24/s320/IMG_1339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562628618902001170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other tables were decorated with seafood dinner. Ours was fried rice, spaghetti and fried noodle! ahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtQOZbXSI/AAAAAAAACdM/_MXKijwMgeM/s1600/IMG_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtQOZbXSI/AAAAAAAACdM/_MXKijwMgeM/s320/IMG_1340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562628615266065698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtP3c9_7I/AAAAAAAACdE/Et3griUsQEA/s1600/IMG_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtP3c9_7I/AAAAAAAACdE/Et3griUsQEA/s320/IMG_1341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562628609106902962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This couple was strolling lovingly right to the front of our table and sat down for a beer, gazing out into the sea. mmmm... Ching can't resist the shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtPkF5yNI/AAAAAAAACc8/CAig-lbmXf8/s1600/IMG_1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJtPkF5yNI/AAAAAAAACc8/CAig-lbmXf8/s320/IMG_1342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562628603909884114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We came back and thought there's still time to jump into the pool! I didn't wanted to swim so I took their photos and hurried off to shower so that they can use the shower when they come back. But they came back soon after because the pool guards came back to tell them to come out  because he just infused chemical to treat and clean the pool! haaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJsqCI0AqI/AAAAAAAACc0/N4dsdwwq67g/s1600/IMG_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJsqCI0AqI/AAAAAAAACc0/N4dsdwwq67g/s320/IMG_1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562627959140123298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hotel which we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJsp9ToQRI/AAAAAAAACcs/XndgtWyBsac/s1600/IMG_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJsp9ToQRI/AAAAAAAACcs/XndgtWyBsac/s320/IMG_1359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562627957843312914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We head straight to Kuta (the town near to the airport). I saved up some rupiahs to buy slippers! and I really bought slippers - like 5 pairs assorted colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJsp4KM0HI/AAAAAAAACck/0hbtao2Hz7I/s1600/IMG_1365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJsp4KM0HI/AAAAAAAACck/0hbtao2Hz7I/s320/IMG_1365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562627956461588594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked to Kuta beach which was surprisingly quite pleasant compare to the Dreamland. Should have just come here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJsprEu-KI/AAAAAAAACcc/aYceGSG_ah4/s1600/IMG_1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJsprEu-KI/AAAAAAAACcc/aYceGSG_ah4/s320/IMG_1368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562627952949000354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJspWknb3I/AAAAAAAACcU/uEipkTIE7AM/s1600/IMG_1369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJspWknb3I/AAAAAAAACcU/uEipkTIE7AM/s320/IMG_1369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562627947445579634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were walking down the road and I turned around to tell them something and caught her taking my photo and she caught my expression! hahaha.. classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJrJEFxafI/AAAAAAAACcM/4My3bDjy9UE/s1600/IMG_1373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJrJEFxafI/AAAAAAAACcM/4My3bDjy9UE/s320/IMG_1373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562626293216930290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Discovery Mall for lunch at the restaurant that I went before. But this time the place didn't look as good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJrI_OybmI/AAAAAAAACcE/2NTUpjN0yBg/s1600/IMG_1381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJrI_OybmI/AAAAAAAACcE/2NTUpjN0yBg/s320/IMG_1381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562626291912568418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJrIo1NE4I/AAAAAAAACb8/eRDGhBKd5Ns/s1600/IMG_1383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJrIo1NE4I/AAAAAAAACb8/eRDGhBKd5Ns/s320/IMG_1383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562626285899682690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJrIXaux_I/AAAAAAAACb0/kzRuHKtRhGQ/s1600/IMG_1384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJrIXaux_I/AAAAAAAACb0/kzRuHKtRhGQ/s320/IMG_1384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562626281225242610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqButoxeI/AAAAAAAACbs/NNWR-HiIM_I/s1600/IMG_1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqButoxeI/AAAAAAAACbs/NNWR-HiIM_I/s320/IMG_1388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562625067707844066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqBsyQfcI/AAAAAAAACbk/dCFr5ajcCbM/s1600/IMG_1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqBsyQfcI/AAAAAAAACbk/dCFr5ajcCbM/s320/IMG_1391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562625067190353346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqBITBuBI/AAAAAAAACbc/MuJc1SY7g1E/s1600/IMG_1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqBITBuBI/AAAAAAAACbc/MuJc1SY7g1E/s320/IMG_1394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562625057395685394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqAgmIMhI/AAAAAAAACbU/MBvi-GgcqCk/s1600/IMG_1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqAgmIMhI/AAAAAAAACbU/MBvi-GgcqCk/s320/IMG_1397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562625046738383378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our diver parked right in front of the sling shot game! oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqAlZP1kI/AAAAAAAACbM/7bCt8pZA64U/s1600/IMG_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJqAlZP1kI/AAAAAAAACbM/7bCt8pZA64U/s320/IMG_1402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562625048026535490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our last meal at the airport. Not too good food but at least can pay with credit card! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoF3gTGYI/AAAAAAAACbE/CcUhlodzT18/s1600/IMG_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoF3gTGYI/AAAAAAAACbE/CcUhlodzT18/s320/IMG_1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562622939764038018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pineapple chicken salad. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoFiDri4I/AAAAAAAACa8/Q8dRg8oKpLc/s1600/IMG_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoFiDri4I/AAAAAAAACa8/Q8dRg8oKpLc/s320/IMG_1405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562622934006860674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoFu88PWI/AAAAAAAACa0/VJQhtnJ5esU/s1600/IMG_1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoFu88PWI/AAAAAAAACa0/VJQhtnJ5esU/s320/IMG_1406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562622937468255586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sunday after we came back, me and Ching decided to go to Bumbu Bali just to eat Balinese food to our satisfaction!! Again, when it's just two of us, we usually end up over ordering but it was really good food! hahahah... i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoFXXNq6I/AAAAAAAACas/4vp0QqCX1KY/s1600/IMG_1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoFXXNq6I/AAAAAAAACas/4vp0QqCX1KY/s320/IMG_1407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562622931135998882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoFDwSzMI/AAAAAAAACak/XqM1ZSF-Z8I/s1600/IMG_1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTJoFDwSzMI/AAAAAAAACak/XqM1ZSF-Z8I/s320/IMG_1408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562622925872483522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right at the airport, we saw the signage - Bali is my life. I think I've got to say that after two times there, I don't think it's my kind of life! Malaysia is not perfect but it is still home and familiarity.  I can drive myself around without having to depend on annoying drivers!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTKiDqqoaFI/AAAAAAAACh8/BNuP9epLV88/s1600/IMG_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTKiDqqoaFI/AAAAAAAACh8/BNuP9epLV88/s320/IMG_1403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562686673632389202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19048584-6513154724335920533?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6513154724335920533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6513154724335920533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6513154724335920533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6513154724335920533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/01/bali-is-my-life-not-really.html' title='Bali is my life? Not really!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TTKiDqqoaFI/AAAAAAAACh8/BNuP9epLV88/s72-c/IMG_1403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6308408701647918720</id><published>2011-01-12T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:52:00.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neither here nor there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been two months since i last blogged. so much has happened, especially in the month of December. This year, I decided to celebrate my 30th Birthday!  With some of the girls at PC's house and also with the church office staffs in conjunction with the Staff Christmas Party!  Don't know what made the difference but something made the difference that  I felt it's a new chapter and time to celebrate and thank all the people in my life that had been there for me, and with me, the in the past 8 years. I don't know how to thank you guys enough. Without bits of each of you over the the years, life would have been boring and tough. Thanks for everyone for sharing life with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting right in the middle of my life is The Heavenly Gift. In the past, I've always shared half the responsibilities with bee Sean but this year, she'd decided to move on to start her own shop - OFFLINE BLOGSHOP and so at the last moment, I'd to pick up the whole project by myself assisted with the novice Chris. It wasn't that bad just really crazy busy and it felt like no day and no night for the month of December. The training, the feedback, the arrangements, the changes and the schedules were not new for me. It was just part and parcel that comes with running event. Even when my apartment got robbed at the second Sunday, I will still holding the fort and keeping my level-headed. I guess the prick that burst the balloon and made me defeated and cried for two days was when I got scolded by my team mates in public in the middle of the booth at IOI Mall. I was not just humiliated in public by my own team, I was defeated by it. Crushed. I've never say that I'm the best person for the job nor am I juggling it the best. But I am trying to do my best in handling over two hundred volunteers and managing the security guards and the sponsors and the corporate sponsors and office and also THG and Tesco. I can understand that everyone is also a volunteer and trying not to stretch everyone but I hope everyone will also understand that I am stretched and strained as well and give me a little grace. All said and done, after the attacked, I still be the professional and took the humble pie to apologise and explain and then head straight back to cry in the Youth Room, then dust off the discouragement and continue on. I can't drop the ball, right? But it made me understand, first hand, why people are reluctant to lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment THG finishes, I pack up and flew off to Bali for 4 days. I just needed some space and time and away to recover from everything. I just wanted to take a slower pace to life and was not so keen on dashing to every corner of Bali. But still gotten some things done. Unlike the first time, this time I went to the beach. It was nothing to shout about and I just wasn't comparing the beach with all the other beaches  in the world. A beach is a just a beach to me. Whether it is big or small, beautiful or sandy, it's just still a beach. I went to see a beach and I got a beach. hahahaha...  that is my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M4NPXvrI/AAAAAAAACZU/l3rSHgT1k2Q/s1600/IMAG0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M4NPXvrI/AAAAAAAACZU/l3rSHgT1k2Q/s400/IMAG0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561115274638769842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Jocelyn standing at the flag pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M36GvZAI/AAAAAAAACZM/bTOctqpExYA/s1600/IMAG0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M36GvZAI/AAAAAAAACZM/bTOctqpExYA/s400/IMAG0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561115269502297090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to another beach, Jimbaran Beach, for dinner on the beach. It would have been better if we got to eat seafood right there on the beach though.. ahhaa.. Ching was wearing her new sundress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M3hmIljI/AAAAAAAACZE/fNOykUq1AN0/s1600/IMAG0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M3hmIljI/AAAAAAAACZE/fNOykUq1AN0/s400/IMAG0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561115262923085362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you do not know, Matching Misfits is now at OFFLINE BLOGSHOP, thanks to Bee Sean and Bernard. I really wanted to put there and they gave me a space at the last moment of consideration and I am thankful for it. I guess I've thought of starting a shoe shop but never got around to doing it and so this setup is good for me too. Just that now i need to stock up and the shoes and hike up the price for the rental as well. So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the Matching Misfit shoe prices at the website will be increasing pretty soon. Get your pair from the site now else be disappointed at the price hike! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M3cAgAgI/AAAAAAAACY8/e2zuVBZTv-M/s1600/IMAG0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M3cAgAgI/AAAAAAAACY8/e2zuVBZTv-M/s400/IMAG0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561115261423059458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M21Ie6wI/AAAAAAAACY0/Ns83eFPE7u4/s1600/IMAG0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M21Ie6wI/AAAAAAAACY0/Ns83eFPE7u4/s400/IMAG0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561115250987559682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6308408701647918720?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6308408701647918720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6308408701647918720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6308408701647918720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6308408701647918720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2011/01/neither-here-nor-there.html' title='neither here nor there...'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TS0M4NPXvrI/AAAAAAAACZU/l3rSHgT1k2Q/s72-c/IMAG0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3702077649003680266</id><published>2010-11-12T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:20:39.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese-themed Birthday Party for Doreen Lim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda threw a surprised birthday party for Doreen few days ago. Called  together a few friends and at the spur of an inspirational moment,  suggested a Japanese-themed party. If i've thought of it earlier, I  would even suggest to everyone to come in Japanese-themed clothing but  then.. oh well... Japanese food and also everyone got to use one type of  Japanese food to describe Doreen! You should hear what some of them  say! totally hilarious! hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then this is nothing compared to the one I did last year. That was kinda crazy of me... ahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Y1oInj-I/AAAAAAAACJE/hQ_QW4UdtPw/s1600/IMG_0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Y1oInj-I/AAAAAAAACJE/hQ_QW4UdtPw/s400/IMG_0961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538680795065454562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Y02SDUHI/AAAAAAAACI8/NzDBpy3pc0Q/s1600/IMG_0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Y02SDUHI/AAAAAAAACI8/NzDBpy3pc0Q/s400/IMG_0964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538680781683249266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Y0Nuk1iI/AAAAAAAACI0/tLKxil1QoBw/s1600/IMG_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Y0Nuk1iI/AAAAAAAACI0/tLKxil1QoBw/s400/IMG_0965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538680770797032994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YzWxP2jI/AAAAAAAACIs/cQ1IE_QnvPk/s1600/IMG_0967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YzWxP2jI/AAAAAAAACIs/cQ1IE_QnvPk/s400/IMG_0967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538680756044290610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YL6emw9I/AAAAAAAACIk/g4V3--IUGTc/s1600/IMG_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YL6emw9I/AAAAAAAACIk/g4V3--IUGTc/s400/IMG_0968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538680078435009490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sounded like Japanese name cake by michelle tan! she's HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YLmOAZHI/AAAAAAAACIc/5Gn_GIBSlD8/s1600/IMG_0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YLmOAZHI/AAAAAAAACIc/5Gn_GIBSlD8/s400/IMG_0970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538680072996676722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we waited so long for doreen to serve us! hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YLTIygaI/AAAAAAAACIM/1VfJwVN7xvA/s1600/IMG_0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YLTIygaI/AAAAAAAACIM/1VfJwVN7xvA/s400/IMG_0974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538680067874521506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YK01bvaI/AAAAAAAACIE/QFH_dWpZEr0/s1600/IMG_0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1YK01bvaI/AAAAAAAACIE/QFH_dWpZEr0/s400/IMG_0975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538680059740274082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Xepa1l0I/AAAAAAAACH8/BCU1Ez35El0/s1600/IMG_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Xepa1l0I/AAAAAAAACH8/BCU1Ez35El0/s400/IMG_0976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538679300761687874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1XeTeO3dI/AAAAAAAACH0/PYdwqNIso7A/s1600/IMG_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1XeTeO3dI/AAAAAAAACH0/PYdwqNIso7A/s400/IMG_0978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538679294870347218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... Doreen 'serving' me! ahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1XeIsbIdI/AAAAAAAACHs/DckumXY_1-0/s1600/IMG_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1XeIsbIdI/AAAAAAAACHs/DckumXY_1-0/s400/IMG_0980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538679291977081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1XeJok-AI/AAAAAAAACHk/ab6vTBn2EKA/s1600/IMG_0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1XeJok-AI/AAAAAAAACHk/ab6vTBn2EKA/s400/IMG_0982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538679292229384194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Chris giving her an IOU napkin-voucher for a home cooked meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Xdy3c2PI/AAAAAAAACHc/lrvGlMmmm_k/s1600/IMG_0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Xdy3c2PI/AAAAAAAACHc/lrvGlMmmm_k/s400/IMG_0983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538679286117751026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave her a pack of Japanese biscuits, a pack of Japanese snacks, a bottle of Japanese tea, a can of Japanese juice, a pack of Japanese sweets, a bowl of Japanese instant noodle, a Japanese themed card with her Japanese name on it in Japanese birthday wishes - all in a Matching Misfits that helps to raise fund to go to Japan! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tan Jou Bi O Mei Dei Tou Go Masu, DOREEN-san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3702077649003680266?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3702077649003680266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3702077649003680266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3702077649003680266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3702077649003680266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/11/japanese-themed-birthday-party-for.html' title='Japanese-themed Birthday Party for Doreen Lim!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TN1Y1oInj-I/AAAAAAAACJE/hQ_QW4UdtPw/s72-c/IMG_0961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6850735856352736315</id><published>2010-10-14T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:18:57.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg myself...</title><content type='html'>on a normal day, my workplace is like a mountain of stuffs. but today, i feel like it's a quicksand... i'm the on sinking under the mountain! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was how my brain works today....&lt;br /&gt;(staring at all the files...)&lt;br /&gt;which file to start on? (i've got a file for everything)&lt;br /&gt;thg?&lt;br /&gt;thg account?&lt;br /&gt;combined service?&lt;br /&gt;apec registration?&lt;br /&gt;apec transportation?&lt;br /&gt;apec hotel matters?&lt;br /&gt;apec deco matters?&lt;br /&gt;apec hosting matters?&lt;br /&gt;penang hostings?&lt;br /&gt;buy packet drinks?&lt;br /&gt;spiritual family booklet?&lt;br /&gt;arrange delivery for the food packs?&lt;br /&gt;mongolian chicken menu?&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh crap! i forgot about the point!&lt;br /&gt;should i start with the above first or should i start on the point?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TLckFc-GWHI/AAAAAAAACDs/w3pZvbcbPbQ/s1600/Image0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TLckFc-GWHI/AAAAAAAACDs/w3pZvbcbPbQ/s400/Image0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527926743715174514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6850735856352736315?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6850735856352736315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6850735856352736315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6850735856352736315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6850735856352736315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/10/omg-myself.html' title='omg myself...'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TLckFc-GWHI/AAAAAAAACDs/w3pZvbcbPbQ/s72-c/Image0320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5746906164317547891</id><published>2010-09-25T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:55:01.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the journey of Genesis... going back to the beginning where man first meet God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genesis 20:6, Then God said to him in the dream, "Yes, I know you did this with a clear conscience, and so I have kept you from sinning against me. That is why I did not let you touch her. 7Now return the man's wife, for he is a prophet, and he will pray for you and you will live. But if you do not return her, you may be sure that you and all yours will die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God not just prevent King Abimelech from sinning again Him, He also saved Abraham's neck. Else the king would have chopped him into pieces for bringing such calamity upon him and his household just cos of his cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I pray that you will keep me from sinning against you and you will grant me favor before others that I will not be killed too! AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-5746906164317547891?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5746906164317547891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5746906164317547891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5746906164317547891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5746906164317547891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-journey-of-genesis.html' title=''/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3731055372412387789</id><published>2010-08-03T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:51:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last tuesday, i took doreen to watch a musical - CUCI THE MUSICAL 2!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TFgB64fAHaI/AAAAAAAAB78/pAeesUN3iko/s1600/IMG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TFgB64fAHaI/AAAAAAAAB78/pAeesUN3iko/s400/IMG_0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501149055939517858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TFgB6n6Q0tI/AAAAAAAAB70/hOGtZUfhglo/s1600/IMG_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TFgB6n6Q0tI/AAAAAAAAB70/hOGtZUfhglo/s400/IMG_0132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501149051490456274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, we celebrated my godson's birthday. i doubt he knows who am i but i'll try to be part of his life lah... hahahaha... HE IS SOOOO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TFgB6EJV5lI/AAAAAAAAB7s/UY41HTveYhA/s1600/IMG_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TFgB6EJV5lI/AAAAAAAAB7s/UY41HTveYhA/s400/IMG_0211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501149041890027090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3731055372412387789?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3731055372412387789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3731055372412387789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3731055372412387789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3731055372412387789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-week.html' title='My week'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TFgB64fAHaI/AAAAAAAAB78/pAeesUN3iko/s72-c/IMG_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7999127961967293100</id><published>2010-07-08T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:39:46.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ezekiel 34</title><content type='html'>The word of the LORD came  to me: 2"Son of man, prophesy against shepherds of Israel; prophesy and say to them: 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Woe to the shepherds of Israel who only take care of themselves! Should not shepherds take care of the flock? 3You eat the curds, clothes yourselves with the wool and slaughter the choice animals, but you do not take care of the flock. 4You have not strengthened the weak or healed the sick or bound up the injured. You have not brought back the strays or searched for the lost. You have ruled them harshly and brutally. 5So they were scattered because there was no shepherd, and when they were scattered they became food for all the wild animals. 6My sheep wandered over all the mountains and on every high hill. They were scattered over the whole earth, and no one searched or looked for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, God is reminding me of the selfish life i've lived in the past year. sigh... time to do something, make a change, pick myself up, dust of the laziness and steer the ship.... starting with dance team! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-7999127961967293100?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7999127961967293100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7999127961967293100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7999127961967293100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7999127961967293100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/07/ezekiel-34.html' title='Ezekiel 34'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-8945149571712388925</id><published>2010-06-05T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:23:46.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proton Saga 1.3 Silver Auto Medium line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAozVbmFMcI/AAAAAAAAB3A/p4TohUesy5E/s1600/Image0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAozVbmFMcI/AAAAAAAAB3A/p4TohUesy5E/s400/Image0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479248339927380418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the similarities?? heheheheh...&lt;br /&gt;one is mine. one is ching's! hehehehe..... i think even inside is almost the same ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAozU3NQ9sI/AAAAAAAAB24/w_XGGJXQbjo/s1600/Image0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAozU3NQ9sI/AAAAAAAAB24/w_XGGJXQbjo/s400/Image0230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479248330159617730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-8945149571712388925?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/8945149571712388925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=8945149571712388925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8945149571712388925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8945149571712388925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/06/proton-saga-13-silver-auto-medium-line.html' title='Proton Saga 1.3 Silver Auto Medium line'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAozVbmFMcI/AAAAAAAAB3A/p4TohUesy5E/s72-c/Image0231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7927021586923640002</id><published>2010-06-04T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:25:29.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAimIdiHBII/AAAAAAAAB2w/LTqUke4ZUUE/s1600/Image0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAimIdiHBII/AAAAAAAAB2w/LTqUke4ZUUE/s400/Image0224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478811610993067138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAimINDLFFI/AAAAAAAAB2o/Vc2H8vtJru0/s1600/Image0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAimINDLFFI/AAAAAAAAB2o/Vc2H8vtJru0/s400/Image0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478811606568342610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAimHt7pppI/AAAAAAAAB2g/XtNWbnrAZHo/s1600/Image0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAimHt7pppI/AAAAAAAAB2g/XtNWbnrAZHo/s400/Image0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478811598215292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have not been blogging for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it's been crazy schedule around here...&lt;br /&gt;2. bazaar for 3 days but didnt sell many.. super disappointed &amp;amp; discouraging. but also grateful for the friends that came to encourage us! If you came, thanks for being there for us! =)&lt;br /&gt;3. i think i'm stressed ... little little things can trigger me to burst into tears! omgosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-7927021586923640002?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7927021586923640002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7927021586923640002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7927021586923640002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7927021586923640002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-some-updates.html' title='just some updates'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/TAimIdiHBII/AAAAAAAAB2w/LTqUke4ZUUE/s72-c/Image0224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4202569802018750291</id><published>2010-05-10T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:09:41.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Living is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a life is even more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;...whether u have God or not to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference is - with God, i dont feel crushed and cannot breathe. With God, it felt like part of exercising. difficult but it's just exercise.. can wan lah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4202569802018750291?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4202569802018750291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4202569802018750291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4202569802018750291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4202569802018750291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/05/living-is-difficult.html' title=''/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6780129293004140999</id><published>2010-04-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:10:18.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classical Music Whims</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day, it was musical, this time, let's hit the orchestra!&lt;br /&gt;Last  weekend, Ching rushed down from Vic Wkd to pick me then we flew to KLCC  for the 3pm Matinee show of "Viennese Piano"featuring Rudolph  Buchbinder.&lt;br /&gt;Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven in two sets + one encore  fingers-flying-across-the-grand-piano's performance! Amazing. Just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing was, we were late! hahaha.. so we had to stand outside to wait for the break after 20mins to rush in. It was pretty embarrassing for me n ching cos our seats were in the middle of the row... and we had to whisper... sorry, excuse, sorry, excuse.. all the way to our seats. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was while we were waiting outside. we paid so much to watch from outside at the small little tv screen??? ahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9pkspOJtiI/AAAAAAAABwY/UGBgVY5biWQ/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9pkspOJtiI/AAAAAAAABwY/UGBgVY5biWQ/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465791815909750306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9pksBF5w1I/AAAAAAAABwI/MKbkQRLQ83k/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9pksBF5w1I/AAAAAAAABwI/MKbkQRLQ83k/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465791805137732434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when ching wanted to take my picture (i dont know why she likes to shoot me but i hate it and she still do it and i still hate it... ), and i didnt want to be shot so i purposely didnt turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9pksTF1ZKI/AAAAAAAABwQ/iZ79D23hins/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9pksTF1ZKI/AAAAAAAABwQ/iZ79D23hins/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465791809969284258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after that, we so feel like eating grilled chicken wing, we went all the way to Jalan Alor but the Wong Ah Wah was closed!! and then we end up eating the beef noodle at this really famous but super dirty street side stall AND THEN we so ng kam yuen, we went to search for the chicken wing at the Imbi triangle! and the chicken wing also gone case not there so we end up eating fried lala. hahaha... what a day.&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/19048584-6780129293004140999?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6780129293004140999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6780129293004140999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6780129293004140999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6780129293004140999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/04/classical-music-whims.html' title='Classical Music Whims'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9pkspOJtiI/AAAAAAAABwY/UGBgVY5biWQ/s72-c/DSC_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-2128766311835885461</id><published>2010-04-23T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:21:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch &amp; dinner in a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had lunch with her.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with her.&lt;br /&gt;Hope u are feeling better lor... at the least, distracted for a few hours. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9GeDD-94pI/AAAAAAAABuo/-AdKFKemvcY/s1600/Image0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9GeDD-94pI/AAAAAAAABuo/-AdKFKemvcY/s400/Image0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463321598423327378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9GeDbozSEI/AAAAAAAABuw/sKoPwcVIfaU/s1600/Image0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9GeDbozSEI/AAAAAAAABuw/sKoPwcVIfaU/s400/Image0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463321604772808770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9GeWsSW6nI/AAAAAAAABu4/Fzf-MTW3aLY/s1600/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9GeWsSW6nI/AAAAAAAABu4/Fzf-MTW3aLY/s400/DSC02114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463321935659592306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-2128766311835885461?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/2128766311835885461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=2128766311835885461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2128766311835885461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2128766311835885461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/04/lunch-dinner-in-day.html' title='lunch &amp; dinner in a day!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S9GeDD-94pI/AAAAAAAABuo/-AdKFKemvcY/s72-c/Image0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3004810593559549824</id><published>2010-04-20T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:34:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>what do u do when u feel life is passing you by ... and u feel less and less useful as though u are expiring.... ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3004810593559549824?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3004810593559549824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3004810593559549824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3004810593559549824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3004810593559549824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/04/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-910147172209445103</id><published>2010-04-14T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:37:52.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Whims...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it all happened when i had this whim to go watch a musical. after checking out online, i realised that there's this two musical happening, one kinda sad and the other kinda comedy... OF COURSE i choose the comedy... ahhaa... so i sent a text to ching... "want to watch musical?" and she replied let's go.. so yesterday we just walked in to Actor's Studio and bought the tickets. though the middle seats were all taken up, the 'cashier' recommended the two side seats for us. N1 + N2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S8U4XGEaDPI/AAAAAAAABtw/TgxG5QmGASg/s1600/mma_a2poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S8U4XGEaDPI/AAAAAAAABtw/TgxG5QmGASg/s400/mma_a2poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459832092673838322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IT WAS INDEED A FUN TIME!&lt;br /&gt;me n ching were still singing the catchy tunes while driving home at 11pm.. we each have our own favourites like ..&lt;br /&gt;"mamak mee-ah! with the egg on top! Fui yoh... how can i resist ya!"&lt;br /&gt;"alamak, alamak, a..la..mak!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S8U4Xg1EQFI/AAAAAAAABt4/DzGTvZ6ycWk/s1600/Image0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S8U4Xg1EQFI/AAAAAAAABt4/DzGTvZ6ycWk/s400/Image0184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459832099857252434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahahhaha...we took a detour on the way home to eat Sg Besi Wan Tan Me... after all the food singing in the musical, we were both really hungry... ahhaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been good nite! Good Laugh + Good Food = Good End to a Good Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*if you've not catch it, go do it! Support Malaysian production and also take time off for a good laugh... but i think u've got to be Malaysian to understand the Malaysian jokes... hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next one i want to go for would be the 90-mins &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?v=info&amp;amp;gid=317524256263"&gt;"SPARKS OF BROADWAY"&lt;/a&gt; showing 25 - 27 June 2010!  There seems to be a big group of casts as compared to Mamak Mee-ah! i think it's gonna be a good show! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ching, let's go again! (if you want to join us, let me know earlier to buy your ticket) hehhehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sparks of Broadway is a charity musical revue of popular songs taken  from various Broadway musicals. Produced and choreographed by Farah  Sulaiman and directed by Sabrina Hassan, the show features performers of  all ages. The audience will be taken through the world of Broadway as  each song is elaborately staged into a full production number with the  complete works of lights, music, dancing, set and costume. &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/19048584-910147172209445103?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/910147172209445103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=910147172209445103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/910147172209445103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/910147172209445103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/04/musical-whims.html' title='Musical Whims...'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S8U4XGEaDPI/AAAAAAAABtw/TgxG5QmGASg/s72-c/mma_a2poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3009063033001311528</id><published>2010-04-11T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:28:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle belle..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S8F8EdXZNvI/AAAAAAAABto/f-691LdfXVU/s1600/Image0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458780639393822450" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S8F8EdXZNvI/AAAAAAAABto/f-691LdfXVU/s400/Image0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my kai lui finally can recognise me! hahaha.... at least say... "go to kai mah.." she knows who and where! hahahaha.... plus the other day, i say, "come, follow kai mah..." she take my hand and we took a long walk! hahaahha.... yahoo!!! she's super cute... she and her coconut hair! hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a good lunch with her and juju. catch up a little and then belle poopoo! hahahhaa.... Ju can tell by her 'guilty face'... my kai lui super cute but also super naughty... she wanted to come down and run around at the food court but then i say cannot.. when she finally got down, she look up to me and gave me the cheeky 'i win' look!! ajoh! i duno wan to laugh at her cute cheeky smile or keep a straight face because i shouldnt be encouraging her rebellion! hahahahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3009063033001311528?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3009063033001311528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3009063033001311528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3009063033001311528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3009063033001311528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/04/belle-belle.html' title='Belle belle..'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S8F8EdXZNvI/AAAAAAAABto/f-691LdfXVU/s72-c/Image0180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5612215259096980044</id><published>2010-04-06T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T02:35:32.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips trips'/><title type='text'>Trip Trip! Cameron Highlands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the planned trip to Cameron Highlands arrived. The long awaited break after Easter service! After a few stops to change car with Jor Han's 2.0 car, grab the food from Nai Lin's fridge and then McD for lunch, we are on our way.... wooo hooo.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's Van n Nai Lin in front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7shf7rhbrI/AAAAAAAABtI/OtBuUZmaYKo/s1600/Image0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456992205969387186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7shf7rhbrI/AAAAAAAABtI/OtBuUZmaYKo/s400/Image0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me n ching ching at the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7shfpQKEII/AAAAAAAABtA/XyDU_wHV5Ek/s1600/Image0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456992201022771330" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7shfpQKEII/AAAAAAAABtA/XyDU_wHV5Ek/s400/Image0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lunch with the ever convenient McD. All of us chose Spicy Chicken McDeluxe! yumm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7shfd2Lg3I/AAAAAAAABs4/rz4KaCG6u2k/s1600/Image0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456992197961024370" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7shfd2Lg3I/AAAAAAAABs4/rz4KaCG6u2k/s400/Image0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7she-jDs7I/AAAAAAAABsw/rbZXfOn-IJI/s1600/Image0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456992189559321522" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7she-jDs7I/AAAAAAAABsw/rbZXfOn-IJI/s400/Image0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought pot and all the ingredients for our own steamboat in the hotel room! hahahha.... ok... maybe it's not so right but then i really wanted a time where we can be casual, at our own pace, eat whatever we want and be leisure and easy about it. so, i kinda asked for it to be in the room instead of going out to eat lor.. ahhaha.... and we had a blast of a time answering those random question cards! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what would Van bring to Jupiter if she can only bring one PERSONAL item? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what i guessed as one of Nai Lin's phobias?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sheuiMiKI/AAAAAAAABso/lDe-EfDxHCY/s1600/Image0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456992185260738722" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sheuiMiKI/AAAAAAAABso/lDe-EfDxHCY/s400/Image0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after food, when Nai Lin say, "Dont take lah..." but ops... took d! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sg0Q2qN6I/AAAAAAAABsg/33h24x60mzU/s1600/Image0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456991455739000738" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sg0Q2qN6I/AAAAAAAABsg/33h24x60mzU/s400/Image0153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the older ones serve and cook, the younger ones supposedly wash up! ... in the toilet! haahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sgzxHP9CI/AAAAAAAABsY/TVRYWi9-CwI/s1600/Image0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456991447218648098" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sgzxHP9CI/AAAAAAAABsY/TVRYWi9-CwI/s400/Image0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got mirror?! take pictures! haahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sgzTZ2QPI/AAAAAAAABsQ/2O8S9mlyyss/s1600/Image0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456991439243591922" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sgzTZ2QPI/AAAAAAAABsQ/2O8S9mlyyss/s400/Image0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sgywTvutI/AAAAAAAABsI/DJAwdjejmfs/s1600/Image0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456991429822757586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sgywTvutI/AAAAAAAABsI/DJAwdjejmfs/s400/Image0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sgybiFIPI/AAAAAAAABsA/hBggjvX_8w0/s1600/Image0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456991424245735666" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sgybiFIPI/AAAAAAAABsA/hBggjvX_8w0/s400/Image0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf_fP5ntI/AAAAAAAABr4/Hht5FRZOeWo/s1600/Image0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456990549069897426" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf_fP5ntI/AAAAAAAABr4/Hht5FRZOeWo/s400/Image0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ha! time to promote Matching Misfits! hahaahah.... THREE PAIRS in the same room! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf_DW8vyI/AAAAAAAABrw/fcPu3Ui80Wo/s1600/Image0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456990541583269666" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf_DW8vyI/AAAAAAAABrw/fcPu3Ui80Wo/s400/Image0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was when we went to TIME TUNNEL. dont u think Ching &amp;amp; Van look like part of the wax figures there? hahaahha... they fit in ... jor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf-shQQlI/AAAAAAAABro/3yF60xEyb7Q/s1600/Image0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456990535452475986" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf-shQQlI/AAAAAAAABro/3yF60xEyb7Q/s400/Image0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strawberry tarts! Ain't it pretty? hahaha... but then the jam is very very sweet! yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf-VaQHGI/AAAAAAAABrg/XgZxoCZhffk/s1600/Image0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456990529249090658" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf-VaQHGI/AAAAAAAABrg/XgZxoCZhffk/s400/Image0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf-JNAcLI/AAAAAAAABrY/jEX5KMAiF80/s1600/Image0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456990525972312242" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sf-JNAcLI/AAAAAAAABrY/jEX5KMAiF80/s400/Image0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfKjHPzcI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ORU1rKOftco/s1600/Image0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456989639574277570" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfKjHPzcI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ORU1rKOftco/s400/Image0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfKJRKVvI/AAAAAAAABrI/l1IDvVkqpWo/s1600/Image0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456989632636540658" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfKJRKVvI/AAAAAAAABrI/l1IDvVkqpWo/s400/Image0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfJ7UgF-I/AAAAAAAABrA/-ZQmn5fbnNQ/s1600/Image0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456989628892452834" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfJ7UgF-I/AAAAAAAABrA/-ZQmn5fbnNQ/s400/Image0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hotel where we stayed. Heritage Hotel. Good thing we were booked into the new wing. i was already expecting some old run down place and even prepped the others to have low expectations... and mana tau.... woooo... pretty yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfJnfp4aI/AAAAAAAABq4/5qCx67uMeME/s1600/Image0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456989623570522530" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfJnfp4aI/AAAAAAAABq4/5qCx67uMeME/s400/Image0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final stop before heading down. Tea at the top of the hill. we actually picked up two hitch hikers .. Magdalena from Prague and Jessica from Canada. had a fine time chatting with them. they are heading off to Thailand tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfI7uXnOI/AAAAAAAABqw/hgrUV5sQ9PE/s1600/Image0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456989611821079778" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7sfI7uXnOI/AAAAAAAABqw/hgrUV5sQ9PE/s400/Image0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures and stories coming once i get the rest of the pictures from Ching.. hehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-5612215259096980044?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5612215259096980044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5612215259096980044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5612215259096980044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5612215259096980044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-trip-cameron-highlands.html' title='Trip Trip! Cameron Highlands!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7shf7rhbrI/AAAAAAAABtI/OtBuUZmaYKo/s72-c/Image0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-673203625239608381</id><published>2010-04-02T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:52:07.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at FULL HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VbUlNCxtI/AAAAAAAABqo/3_SNvRCbEBU/s1600/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455366932771555026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VbUlNCxtI/AAAAAAAABqo/3_SNvRCbEBU/s400/DSC01182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VbUHb-y8I/AAAAAAAABqg/nxkih2z7Vfw/s1600/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455366924781145026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VbUHb-y8I/AAAAAAAABqg/nxkih2z7Vfw/s400/DSC01194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VZ8nw6neI/AAAAAAAABqY/4SgyOaZDoN8/s1600/Image0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455365421630397922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VZ8nw6neI/AAAAAAAABqY/4SgyOaZDoN8/s400/Image0137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VZvehclUI/AAAAAAAABqQ/9MiQbv0o2KM/s1600/Image0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455365195811296578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VZvehclUI/AAAAAAAABqQ/9MiQbv0o2KM/s400/Image0136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VZu0z3B3I/AAAAAAAABqI/dtIQDZKEHyE/s1600/Image0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455365158658550658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VZtUHiq4I/AAAAAAAABpw/R9ocT3NGR7o/s400/Image0132.jpg" /&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;div&gt;Just found out that FULL HOUSE is now in Sunway Pyramid. hahaha.... went there for dinner once with my aunts and cousins. it was quite funny. my aunts are quite impressed that i can mixed with cousins and made them all laugh all the time. ahhahaa.... oh well.. takes a kid to know a kid?? hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just love the drawings at the wall...&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/19048584-673203625239608381?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/673203625239608381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=673203625239608381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/673203625239608381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/673203625239608381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/04/dinner-at-full-house.html' title='Dinner at FULL HOUSE'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S7VbUlNCxtI/AAAAAAAABqo/3_SNvRCbEBU/s72-c/DSC01182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5643415080715467814</id><published>2010-03-24T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:17:41.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CYW Ipoh Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW5bMuWhI/AAAAAAAABpc/txm8lMH0H0Y/s1600/Image0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452125105950710290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW5bMuWhI/AAAAAAAABpc/txm8lMH0H0Y/s400/Image0126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW5GaHZRI/AAAAAAAABpU/OezhTiKdPpM/s1600/Image0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452125100369732882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW5GaHZRI/AAAAAAAABpU/OezhTiKdPpM/s400/Image0125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW4vxgUJI/AAAAAAAABpM/lm0-jiuLu9c/s1600/Image0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452125094293819538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW4vxgUJI/AAAAAAAABpM/lm0-jiuLu9c/s400/Image0122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW4cNGEbI/AAAAAAAABpE/7CDTfg750nE/s1600/Image0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452125089040830898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW4cNGEbI/AAAAAAAABpE/7CDTfg750nE/s400/Image0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nV08E5KlI/AAAAAAAABo8/C01XuYhdFfs/s1600/Image0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452123929365260882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nV08E5KlI/AAAAAAAABo8/C01XuYhdFfs/s400/Image0104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nV0dfTYXI/AAAAAAAABo0/BU5Iy5DDr9M/s1600/Image0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452123921154531698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nV0dfTYXI/AAAAAAAABo0/BU5Iy5DDr9M/s400/Image0102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19048584-5643415080715467814?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5643415080715467814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5643415080715467814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5643415080715467814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5643415080715467814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/03/cyw-ipoh-photos.html' title='CYW Ipoh Photos'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S6nW5bMuWhI/AAAAAAAABpc/txm8lMH0H0Y/s72-c/Image0126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4680106131721922959</id><published>2010-03-24T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:24:45.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Facts!</title><content type='html'>saw this interesting fact:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is impossible to commit suicide by holding your breath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually you have a reflex or a deep exhalation to get stagnant gasses out of your lungs such as carbon monoxide and nitrogen. Even if you can force yourself to overcome this reflex you would eventaully pass out from lack of oxygen to your brain. After passing out, your mth would open and your lungs would involuntarily begin to function again.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm promoting suicide but just another amazing creation of God that works in such a unique thoughfult to the detail way that we would never thought of but He did. Just for you and me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Dysania is the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;" hahah.... a word that happens to me almost every day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4680106131721922959?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4680106131721922959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4680106131721922959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4680106131721922959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4680106131721922959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg-facts.html' title='OMG Facts!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6542675401713063231</id><published>2010-03-05T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:34:30.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries of the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE  DOG'S DIARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 am- Oh boy! A walk! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;8 am- Oh boy! Dog  food! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;9 am- Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;Noon- Oh boy!  The yard! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;2 pm- Oh boy! A car ride! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;3 pm- Oh  boy! The kids! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;4 pm- Oh boy! Playing ball! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;6  pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Mum! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;7 pm- Oh boy! Welcome home Dad!  My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;8 pm- Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;9 pm- Oh boy! Tummy  rubs on the couch! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;11 pm- Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed!  My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CAT'S DIARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 183 of my captivity...&lt;br /&gt;My  captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.&lt;br /&gt;They dine  lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing  that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get  from clawing the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.&lt;br /&gt;Today  my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were  walking almost succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try this at the top of the  stairs.&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once  again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair - must try this  on their bed.&lt;br /&gt;Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in  an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to  strike fear into their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;They only cooed and condescended about what a good kitty cat I was.&lt;br /&gt;This is not working according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;There  was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;ome sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was  placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear  the noise and smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;the food. More important, I overheard that my  confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "allergies."  Must learn what this is and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced the  other captives are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;flunkies and maybe snitches.&lt;br /&gt;The dog is  routinely released and seems more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.&lt;br /&gt;The  bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them  regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current  placement in the metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;room, his safety is assured.&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's  only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19048584-6542675401713063231?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6542675401713063231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6542675401713063231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6542675401713063231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6542675401713063231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/03/diaries-of.html' title='Diaries of the...'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4434222492402063890</id><published>2010-03-05T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:35:03.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB AVAILABLE? - How to Recruit the Right Person for the Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Put about 100 bricks in no particular order in a closed room with an open window. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then send 2 or 3 candidates in the room and close the door. Leave them alone and come back afer 6 hours and then analyse the situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they are counting bricks,&lt;br /&gt;put them in the accounts department.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they are recounting them,&lt;br /&gt;put them in auditing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks,&lt;br /&gt;put them in engineering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order,&lt;br /&gt;put them in planning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if they ae throwing the bricks at each other,&lt;br /&gt;put them in operations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they are sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;put them in reception.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they have broken the bricks into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;put them in information technology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If thet are sitting idle,&lt;br /&gt;put them in human resources.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they say they have tried different combinations, yet not a brick has been moved,&lt;br /&gt;put them in sales.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they have already left for the day,&lt;br /&gt;put them in marketing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they are staring out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;put them in strategic planning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last but not least,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they are talking to each other and not a single brick has been moved,&lt;br /&gt;congratulate them and out them in the top management! &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/19048584-4434222492402063890?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4434222492402063890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4434222492402063890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4434222492402063890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4434222492402063890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/03/job-available-how-to-recruit-right.html' title='JOB AVAILABLE? - How to Recruit the Right Person for the Job'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-2993946925822184383</id><published>2010-02-27T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:41:44.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two things</title><content type='html'>recently someone said that he felt in the past year, i've been rather withdrawn and this thought was seconded by nl actualy. ahhaha... i guess it's something that's more felt than found out. have i been rather withdrawn? i think yes and no. i think i kinda give myself a one year break. was it a good thing or not? i don't think i know too but all i know was i felt i need a break from everything to put myself back together again. did i manage to do it? i also not sure. hahaha... confused eh? yeah. i think i'm still at the confused lost stage. i just felt tired of being the pillar and carrying all the responsibilities that i just snap under it and drop all the balls i was juggling. and so i withdrew. but there are many thigns in life that's not mine to say drop or not. cos there are things that are just parasite that suck the life and blood out of me no matter stage i am at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living is really not easy. it's actually rather hard. there are many grounds to make a stand, many battles to fight, many weight that can crush, many expectations to meet. it's an endless stress. hahaha... no matter how i try, it will never be good enough, finish or made easy. there is no such thing as silver spoon in my life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second thing that happened was yesterday. it's rather funny... at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;i drove to my aunt's house to pick my aunt. my cousin sat down and then asked me, "now u do second hand car dealer is it?"&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "huh??!! why?" baffled and surprised cos everyone knows i work in the church.&lt;br /&gt;he replied, "cos u always come here with different car. these past few weeks aldy see u come with 4 different cars."&lt;br /&gt;me shocked face and then burst out laughing. hahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;what to do lah.. people with no car is like this lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-2993946925822184383?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/2993946925822184383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=2993946925822184383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2993946925822184383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2993946925822184383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-things.html' title='two things'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6698142045507249364</id><published>2010-02-11T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:09:05.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Holding On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A simple one hour practice from the dancers to all the CYW team! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-867fb2c15a723a7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D867fb2c15a723a7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A72962D1EACC59FF6FCC94925D36378A40E4D94.6547C4EAF35907227BE421B019BCE2AAA05530D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D867fb2c15a723a7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8hLFztJeTWjQ8TiMIHmldssSYJw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D867fb2c15a723a7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A72962D1EACC59FF6FCC94925D36378A40E4D94.6547C4EAF35907227BE421B019BCE2AAA05530D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D867fb2c15a723a7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8hLFztJeTWjQ8TiMIHmldssSYJw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6698142045507249364?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6698142045507249364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6698142045507249364' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6698142045507249364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6698142045507249364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/02/keep-holding-on.html' title='Keep Holding On!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-8329048065878962684</id><published>2010-02-01T11:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:15:41.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1a.m. Dance team's version of CYW Kuching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the 1a.m. Dance Team version of Change Your World Kuching!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a super packed weekend for me especially. but we made it through and we are back in one spirit. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433117473342884802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZPjl2SC8I/AAAAAAAABl0/vBHRXvhyXZo/s400/Image0028.jpg" /&gt; if u've not heard, the dance team, 6 of us, missed the flight!! ahahhaa... due to various reasons and mainly the jam at the road to airport caused by the overturned trailer! so we all had to buy another ticket to kuching, flying again the next morning at 7:25am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433128353580548370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZZc55FgRI/AAAAAAAABmk/2XVD73wCXic/s400/edited-DSCN7460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433128356005708466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZZdC7SgrI/AAAAAAAABms/UreZlkM2a8k/s400/edited-DSCN7462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i was super pissed and could not believe that I missed the flight! never in my own personal history or record that i would ever do that. but it happened. hahaha... so no point crying over spilled milk, we called kaz to pick us up to go eat hokkien mee! and then head over to church to camp for a few hours and waking up 5am to go airport earlier this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this! Alor Star-ian don't know wad's fried taufoo??? so we made them both tried one piece each and they cant bite it but swallow the whole piece!! hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433114038226744050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZMbpCxcvI/AAAAAAAABlk/ot8ljeGkLuc/s400/Image0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433114033044509298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZMbVvO0nI/AAAAAAAABlc/J0ZOAJ62nTY/s400/Image0026.jpg" /&gt; after everyone showered and fresh, we did a surprise farewell "party" for &lt;a href="http://jasmineyow.wordpress.com/2010/02/01/1a-m-dance/#comment-1757"&gt;JASMINE YOW&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine had been a dear friend + dancer in the time she's here. and her testimony had really touched my heart many a times. i known her since she was a kid (literally when she was still studying in high school and call me Sharon Jie Jie). and now she's all taller than me and going off to Adelaide to study. in the short one year she's here, she had touched many lives and boldly shared her life testimony and brought joy to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112712896892914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZLOfzgz_I/AAAAAAAABlE/llnfGu1F9lM/s400/Image0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i printed a set of her pictures with various descriptions of "The Jasmine i know is..(adjective)..." and gotten each of the dancers to write something to her and then paste it into a piece of long ribbon. it's for her to hang in her room so that she will always remember who she is while she was here and to always keep this special part of her!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112708482180626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZLOPW9phI/AAAAAAAABk8/CHr4Gg7iLJk/s400/Image0032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and each of us brought a small (travelpack size) gift for her and made her put everything on in the photo. earrings from rachel, key chain from doreen, pearly hairband from me, pink socks from yc, and braided book mark from manda. and later in kuching, nailin gave her a cute ladybug car... in remembrance of her being cute i think... aahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433114030744570594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZMbNK4iuI/AAAAAAAABlU/vXNXDbpfHbk/s400/Image0029.jpg" /&gt;after all the excitements and laughter, we went to sleep so that we can wake up earlier in order not to miss our flight a second time! hahahaha... this is rachel sweeping the floor after our camp night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433114024215106338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZMa02I0yI/AAAAAAAABlM/gRFWBQmXIRA/s400/Image0036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;upon arrival, we went to lunch with nailin n wenji (ops, no picture of her) - sarawak laksa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then head straight over to Studio 23 to celebrate birthdays. i told jasmine, we are celebrating Nailin's birthday and then told nailin we are celebrating Jasmine's birthday (now u know why i was so busy? scheming all these..ahahha...) and so happen, serina's bday was just a few days before. so we tah pau everyone and celebrate together! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112700575874386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZLNx58_VI/AAAAAAAABk0/iB5NlzLlYEw/s400/Image0038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we did a surprise for Nailin as her birthday present + encouragement present (another scheming plan). we copied the choreo from Glee and put together one hour of practice with the song "keep holding on" for her. it's been a trying time for the entire cyw committee with many obstacles and many stressful moments and last minute changes. and as her team, we wanted to bring her something special to remind her we are with her all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we sat her and serina down in front of us and we sang+dance the song for her. at the first line.. "you're not alone, together we stand..." she already cried like shower... and then I CRIED! wah liow ... why lah... then i cant sing anymore... just do the steps only.. ahaha... and we refused to let her shoot cos we wanted her to see + experience the whole song. and so she cried all the way till the end and we grabbed them in the end and hold her hand to tell her ... "we'll make it though, make it through..." then picture time! hahahaha.. ( i think i saw some red eyes on serina too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433128344456422642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZZcX5uZPI/AAAAAAAABmc/KkpZ5XfDIzQ/s400/edited-DSCN7481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only souvenir any of us bought was this packet of pepper powder! that is always cos we asked nailin to get it for jas earlier. no shopping time or even visiting around! hahaha... i think yc gotten 24 cans of sundrop orange juice by request too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433114044879809938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZMcB0_LZI/AAAAAAAABls/aOPp2Zm5Mno/s400/Image0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had so much fun and laughter and taking pictures everywhere we went. and so much jokes. at one time, they were all laughing at my hygiene paranoia... how i dont share food/saliva and about jasmine's stinky socks and while were all standing in a circle having briefing, i turned around to ask neil a question AND HE BURPED CHICKEN RICE IN MY FACE!! eeewwwwww....... and all my dancers laughed the whole time tormenting me with the memory of it!! jor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i got injured during rehearsal. i stepped on jude's cable on the floor on stage. when i step on it, it rolled and somehow made me injured my knee. and after that, my knee was painful and my right hand turned numbed! i got a little panic. maybe i hit a nerve? the team prayed for me and the event intercessors prayed for me. it just got healed after that. the pain was gone and although i was cautious on stage, i didnt further injure it. rachel wrapped it up with yc's roller bandage - complete with a little candy at the top! so cute right? ahhaha... the art of a nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433127272616473506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZYd-_Ks6I/AAAAAAAABmU/noZrKGzOR_8/s400/edited-DSCN7489.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jasmine was so proud that she did manda's make up! hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112691678219586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZLNQwljUI/AAAAAAAABks/N4HXLgdNVHc/s400/Image0041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the trip would not be complete if we did not take tons of pictures! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433127263683138114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZYddtS0kI/AAAAAAAABmE/o6rmlO6PBIA/s400/edited-DSCN7503.jpg" /&gt;and the trip would definitely NOT be complete without taking tons of pictures with nailin!!! she was supposed to be in costume and in position on stage with us but due to various factors, she decided to do it at the back, off stage rather than on stage with us! but still, she's part of the team... the part that says "i love kuching" ... hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433127264933520354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZYdiXaI-I/AAAAAAAABmM/s82AyR_Zqhk/s400/edited-DSCN7498.jpg" /&gt;halfway while pc was make-up-ing in the same room with us, we requested for her to spare us 2.26 minutes. then we sat her down at a chair and did the song "Keep Holding On" for her. at the first line, she aldy cried (see the red eyes...) and we end up in hugs and we were glad she was ministered to. we were happy we managed to encourage her!! even though kel was not there .. which was a spoiler cos it was partially our peace offering for missing the flight thing... hehehhe... our one hour of practice paid off! as we managed to minister to the two person that's closest to the team!! yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433112686349365506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZLM86FsQI/AAAAAAAABkk/xd3hMAxUwAw/s400/Image0042.jpg" /&gt;after the second dance (Dream Big), we came down from the stage, changed our clothes and head straight to the airport - only to realise that our flight was delayed! hahahaha.... how we wish it was retimed while we were late in kl but oh well... so some of us went to clean up our faces, ate some buns and then lepak while waiting for the flight and head back to KL! all of us slept in the flight of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433127259900405522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZYdPna5xI/AAAAAAAABl8/jYD0pY4V39c/s400/edited-DSCN7508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;home sweet home. i miss my bed, my pillow, my bolster, my blanket.. all my smell.. ahahhaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than anything else, i hope that every performance, every trip we take is more than just a performance or a trip but it's a time to touch lives, bring joy and fellowship to wherever we arrive. i am so proud of the team, the unity the team held on to, the love we share with one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1a.m. Dance Team, never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world!! indeed, it's the only thing that had been happening.... let's make ipoh, kl and beyond more and more happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doreen, so proud of u for staying in the right spirit even though your house was on fire and in ruins and u have presentations bugging u... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the overall CYW Kuching post, please visit &lt;a href="http://blog.eaglepoint.org.my/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for Jasmine's version of retaliation, please visit &lt;a href="http://jasmineyow.wordpress.com/2010/02/01/1a-m-dance/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/19048584-8329048065878962684?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/8329048065878962684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=8329048065878962684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8329048065878962684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8329048065878962684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/02/1am-dance-teams-version-of-cyw-kuching.html' title='1a.m. Dance team&apos;s version of CYW Kuching!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S2ZPjl2SC8I/AAAAAAAABl0/vBHRXvhyXZo/s72-c/Image0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-8850253530252623427</id><published>2010-01-21T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:26:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devo of the day:</title><content type='html'>I didnt post my devo for the past couple of days is not caused i'm not having my devo.. haha.. just that too many thoughts to be pen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but today's lesson - forgiveness is an everyday affair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll ever be immune to offenses. hahaha... the more 'sook' the person is to you, the more likely he/she can hurt me or i'll get offended with them. just a fact of living where there are human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese proverb say, "ng sook ng sik" - i think some times, the more familiar with the person we are, the more likely we are also able to forget to be courteous or to respect them! and today, it's one of those days where i was just smack by one of those remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tempted to sit the person down and have one of those "you are rude to your senior" chat but i pulled my reigns, told myself it's fasting season, all the more to forgive. but the other side of me is screaming to tell the person "showing attitude is plain rudeness! you should apologise, oh u rebellious child!! grow up can ah! still giving me the same excuse. who do u tink u r?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping my mouth shut just in case i say the thing i shouldnt say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. fasting. forgiveness. ahhhh!! die self! die self! carry the cross. last few days praying to be more godly this year. and so today need to act the part lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*btw, if u are thinking of commenting by giving me advice. please don't. not in the mood to take it. thanks! =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-8850253530252623427?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/8850253530252623427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=8850253530252623427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8850253530252623427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8850253530252623427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/01/devo-of-day.html' title='Devo of the day:'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7344422083175459238</id><published>2010-01-20T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:27:40.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quotes for thoughts:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody today seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for greater developments and greater riches and so on, so that children have very little time for their parents. Parents have very little time for each other, and in the home begins the disruption of peace of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- MOTHER TERESA&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;If you have made mistakes, even serious mistakes, there is always another chance for you. And supposing you have tried and failed again and again, you may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call "failures" is not the falling down, but the staying down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- MARY PICKFORD&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;That which you persist in doing becomes easier, not that the nature of the thing itself has changed, but the power to do it has increased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- RALPH WALDO EMERSON&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;Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- MELODY BEATTIE&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;I was part of that strange race of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aptly described as spending their lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doing things they detest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make money they don't want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to buy things they don't need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to impress people they dislike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- EMILE HENRY GAUVREAU&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 Body of Benjamin Franklin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Printer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Like the cover of an old book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its contents torn out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And stripped of its lettering and gilding).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lies here, food for wormsl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the work shall not be lost, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For it will (and he believed) appear once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a new and more elegant edition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Revised and corrected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the Author&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- EPITAPH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN&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/19048584-7344422083175459238?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7344422083175459238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7344422083175459238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7344422083175459238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7344422083175459238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-quotes-for-thoughts.html' title='Some quotes for thoughts:'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3506503085684428952</id><published>2010-01-20T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:28:39.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out!!</title><content type='html'>in case you did not notice, i've moved eye-note.blogspot.com to &lt;a href="http://www.blog.eaglepoint.com.my/"&gt;http://www.blog.eaglepoint.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've also registered twitter account. 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Click and join us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and join us at Facebook "Eaglepoint Church"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3506503085684428952?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3506503085684428952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3506503085684428952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3506503085684428952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3506503085684428952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/01/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out!!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4408623568634922993</id><published>2010-01-18T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:02:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's devo thoughts</title><content type='html'>still reading &lt;em&gt;1 sam 18:12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saul was afraid of David, because the LORD was with David but had left Saul...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 In everything he did he had great success, because the LORD was with him. When Saul saw how successful he was, he was afriad of him. 16But all Israel and Judah loved David, because he led them in their campaigns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my devo for this morning/afternoon. many times we read this, the focus is either the LORD is with David that's why David was successful and secondly was the part where Saul was jealous of David cos David was more successful than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the thing that enlighten me today is the part about Saul being afraid of David.&lt;br /&gt;mmm... Saul is being more and more of a idiot i think. he like bang head so many times also not realise or enlighten! he just didnt get the fact right - &lt;strong&gt;IT IS ALL ABOUT GOD! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is god to him? is David god?? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY IS HE BEING AFRAID OF DAVID?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He should be afraid of God!&lt;/strong&gt; jorr!! aduh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he would repent before god and follow God, God would have bless him again.&lt;br /&gt;but instead, he continue to fear man. fear human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is sometimes our problem. we are afraid of the wrong thing and look for release in the wrong thing. if we are not careful, we would end up like Saul. Finding release in revenge - throwing spears at David. When all he needed to do is seek for his assurance, confidence, trust, success in God. The One that first anointed him to be king. Saul is looking at the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we looking at the right place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, and by the way, just because someone is more successful than me does not give me license to be jealous of them and definitely no license for me to hate them or can throw spear at them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4408623568634922993?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4408623568634922993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4408623568634922993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4408623568634922993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4408623568634922993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-devo-thoughts.html' title='today&apos;s devo thoughts'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4606049668304418567</id><published>2010-01-17T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:40:09.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devo for the day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;1 Samuel 17:45,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David said to the Philistine (Goliath), "You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the name of the Lord Almighty&lt;/span&gt;, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This day&lt;/span&gt; the LORD will hand you over to me, and I'll strike you down and cut off your head. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds of the air and the beasts of the earth, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All those gathered here will know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that it is not by sword or spear that the LORD saves; for the battle is the LORD's, and He will give all of you into our hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a speech of faith.&lt;br /&gt;oozing with the kind of faith that I want to have in my own words, thoughts, life and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT'S&lt;/span&gt; OUR FAITH CONDITION FOR THE YEAR? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i've got a God that i can TRUST. For i know that God is before me in each battle that i can REST in this trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vs 51... when the Philistines saw that their hero was dead, they turned and ran.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the kind of ending for those who trust in the wrong hero! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stick&lt;/span&gt; with my God ANYTIME!  =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4606049668304418567?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4606049668304418567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4606049668304418567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4606049668304418567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4606049668304418567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/01/devo-for-day.html' title='Devo for the day:'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7081982042592241860</id><published>2010-01-15T10:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:54:18.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matching Misfits is at Lelong Lelong Marketplace 3 (Asia Cafe SS15)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S0_Wa4pENYI/AAAAAAAABi4/CdaWyZN5A9I/s1600-h/lelong3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426791833374307714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S0_Wa4pENYI/AAAAAAAABi4/CdaWyZN5A9I/s320/lelong3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S0_WGPff7vI/AAAAAAAABiw/KzVuN7P_zR0/s1600-h/lelong3.jpg"&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;p&gt;For all of you who are skeptical about getting shoes online, Matching Misfits will be at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lelong Lelong Marketplace 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look for OFF FASHION ONLINE (Booth #17) &lt;/strong&gt;and you will see tiger, lions, the giraffes, the zebras, the rabbits ... they will all be there!! Drop by and check it out. See how cute they are in reality and get a pair for yourself while stock lasts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFF FASHION ONLINE&lt;/strong&gt; (the chinese name is 不三不四) is owned by my creative friend, Bee Sean, who had graciously offered to put up Matching Misfits at the booth as some sort of collaboration.You really should check out her stuffs! She's got the capability to turn normal things into absolutely extraordinary! She's even offering the service of altering your pre-loved into now-loved! Magical.... at Matching Misfits, even our friends are able to turn misfits into matching! ahaha...&lt;/p&gt;All items at Off Fashion comes with a label+button. and the &lt;strong&gt;promotion&lt;/strong&gt; is this - *You can exchange 30 Off Fashion label+buttons with one pair of Matching Misfits courtesy of Off Fashion! MUCHO GRACIAS to "x3x4"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;disclaimer - subject to change. please refer to OFF FASHION ONLINE for most current promotion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHECK US OUT! BOOTH number 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-7081982042592241860?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7081982042592241860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7081982042592241860' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7081982042592241860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7081982042592241860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/01/matching-misfits-is-at-lelong-lelong.html' title='Matching Misfits is at Lelong Lelong Marketplace 3 (Asia Cafe SS15)'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S0_Wa4pENYI/AAAAAAAABi4/CdaWyZN5A9I/s72-c/lelong3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-8823687991361321676</id><published>2010-01-08T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:55:37.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S0bxcyQ7nSI/AAAAAAAABig/ZnbuBBqTaio/s1600-h/hny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424288278045760802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S0bxcyQ7nSI/AAAAAAAABig/ZnbuBBqTaio/s400/hny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT YEAR AHEAD FOR ALL OF US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;As the year end and a new year begins, i was torn among many areas.. not sure whether to rest first, or get the thg accounts out first or run &lt;a href="http://matchingmisfits.blogspot.com/"&gt;matchingmisfits&lt;/a&gt; first or go shop till my heart's content or catch up with the various ppl i've been neglected first... all in all. i think i end up sleep first couple of days! ahhahaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am proud to say that matchingmisfit is spotted by one of the &lt;a href="http://www.ashopaholicsden.com/2010/01/08/made-for-tropical-climate/"&gt;reviewer&lt;/a&gt;! which make me very proud and very happy! and then one of girl from penang saw the review and straightaway mailed me get a pair! yeah!!! and the site refresh rate had increased also. hopefully business will pick up from now on! heehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424289475127888642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S0byidvjSwI/AAAAAAAABio/h8c9EKqZwVA/s400/shopaholicden-jan01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-8823687991361321676?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/8823687991361321676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=8823687991361321676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8823687991361321676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8823687991361321676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/S0bxcyQ7nSI/AAAAAAAABig/ZnbuBBqTaio/s72-c/hny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5727607085760186184</id><published>2010-01-01T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:24:50.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421621777703422882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sz14SCaIy6I/AAAAAAAABiA/NgBvS1L63lc/s400/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First time dining at ALEXIS. my aunt joyce brought me there for a 'good' new year's eve lunch. For her, a good start is very important so each year end she will celebrate the eve and the good start into another year. and this year, she asked me chauffer her around and also give me one super duper good news and one news to ponder that will change my 2010/2011. after that we went to aunty grace's place and then aunty leepheng's place for dinner! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my appetiser for lunch. yummy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421621783884966130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sz14SZb7qPI/AAAAAAAABiI/jlgYo-P5k78/s400/Image104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my main dish... codfish... rm58 i think... mmm... yummie but expensive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421621785825931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sz14SgqscGI/AAAAAAAABiQ/CI2aV8Pr9LY/s400/Image105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the tiramisu that my aunt was raving about which i did not try cos it's coated in nuts!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421621795467316370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sz14TElYTJI/AAAAAAAABiY/gEpZVPTV3Rc/s400/Image106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-5727607085760186184?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5727607085760186184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5727607085760186184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5727607085760186184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5727607085760186184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-eve.html' title='new year eve'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sz14SCaIy6I/AAAAAAAABiA/NgBvS1L63lc/s72-c/Image103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-2363597652878334609</id><published>2009-12-23T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:54:28.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with PC's family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;last sunday i went to pc's family dinner as her god-sister. she does this every year around christmas time. it's her way of family reunion with everyone. this year there was korean wrap meat, japanese sushi, and some really weird kerabu but really yummie. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after dinner, i went to check out the kids playing this new board game that pc bought for pastor's boys as gift. joel read the whole manual and was teaching the rest how to play. it was really funny cos they were really confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzECTzTT2aI/AAAAAAAABgw/mtYGPGwgXtw/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418114365915388322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzECTzTT2aI/AAAAAAAABgw/mtYGPGwgXtw/s400/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzECTg0GVgI/AAAAAAAABgo/s5rhfuc_yWA/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418114360952641026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzECTg0GVgI/AAAAAAAABgo/s5rhfuc_yWA/s400/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzECURnO7HI/AAAAAAAABg4/mYeao48wF7s/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418114374052015218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzECURnO7HI/AAAAAAAABg4/mYeao48wF7s/s400/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-2363597652878334609?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/2363597652878334609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=2363597652878334609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2363597652878334609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2363597652878334609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/12/dinner-with-pcs-family.html' title='Dinner with PC&apos;s family'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzECTzTT2aI/AAAAAAAABgw/mtYGPGwgXtw/s72-c/Image082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7836526675432881566</id><published>2009-12-23T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:28:18.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzEBnEbKB-I/AAAAAAAABgg/2R7BC_QV_Ys/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418113597417588706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzEBnEbKB-I/AAAAAAAABgg/2R7BC_QV_Ys/s400/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to do a small farewell for Gordon cos he'll be leaving us on the 30th to US. our only guy dancer is leaving.. sigh.... so we gathered and pray for him and gave him a sweater! hehehee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-7836526675432881566?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7836526675432881566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7836526675432881566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7836526675432881566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7836526675432881566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/12/gordon.html' title='Gordon!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SzEBnEbKB-I/AAAAAAAABgg/2R7BC_QV_Ys/s72-c/Image091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-345462222226479920</id><published>2009-12-20T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:34:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sy2NDLZdIoI/AAAAAAAABfo/1jKtmnM1lmY/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417141012535255682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sy2NDLZdIoI/AAAAAAAABfo/1jKtmnM1lmY/s400/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy birthday, ching ching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-345462222226479920?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/345462222226479920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=345462222226479920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/345462222226479920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/345462222226479920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-her.html' title='Happy Birthday to her!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sy2NDLZdIoI/AAAAAAAABfo/1jKtmnM1lmY/s72-c/Image079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-1272581796604147089</id><published>2009-12-18T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:17:31.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance rehearsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dunno how i do it but i kinda slot dance into my crazy december schedule as well. and last nite we had full dress rehearsal !! haahahaha.... and they even surprised me with a cake celebration after that! thanks guys! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysQFKh35XI/AAAAAAAABfA/sTIpj36CoPk/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416440657754973554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysQFKh35XI/AAAAAAAABfA/sTIpj36CoPk/s400/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysQFoX7O8I/AAAAAAAABfI/rZwhanvKPgA/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416440665766312898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysQFoX7O8I/AAAAAAAABfI/rZwhanvKPgA/s400/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-1272581796604147089?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/1272581796604147089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=1272581796604147089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/1272581796604147089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/1272581796604147089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/12/dance-rehearsal.html' title='dance rehearsal'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysQFKh35XI/AAAAAAAABfA/sTIpj36CoPk/s72-c/Image061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3672972586427110161</id><published>2009-12-18T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:57:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this is how i spent my birthday! sort out the orphan's christmas presents. these are just some of them. overflow to outside of the room but didnt take lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysK9PdXeEI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Mm298g95QFs/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416435024081156162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysK9PdXeEI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Mm298g95QFs/s400/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416436435215201602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysMPYV8NUI/AAAAAAAABdY/LuHMIxQBDnc/s400/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416435017248477394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysK82AVENI/AAAAAAAABdI/abfTTxatQhk/s400/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my other flower... this one comes in a pot. hehee.... lover-ly&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416621203947942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Syu0SVgqc1I/AAAAAAAABfg/i_fWTp114ls/s400/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dinner with my kai lui and family! =) she super cute and talkative. hehehe... yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416617175640815298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Syuwn25ZtsI/AAAAAAAABfY/LCkI8ZXcans/s400/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3672972586427110161?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3672972586427110161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3672972586427110161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3672972586427110161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3672972586427110161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SysK9PdXeEI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Mm298g95QFs/s72-c/Image068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3904491723679899841</id><published>2009-12-12T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:27:31.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SyMNYSc44OI/AAAAAAAABcs/1CXUCwtiKXk/s1600-h/gotaiwan_02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414185887950495970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SyMNYSc44OI/AAAAAAAABcs/1CXUCwtiKXk/s400/gotaiwan_02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my new tagline is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO TAIWAN GO TAIWAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I REALLY WANT TO GO TAIWAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUNE 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go together lah... more fun to go with ppl who are fun. hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3904491723679899841?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3904491723679899841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3904491723679899841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3904491723679899841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3904491723679899841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-tagline-is-go-taiwan-go-taiwan-i.html' title=''/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SyMNYSc44OI/AAAAAAAABcs/1CXUCwtiKXk/s72-c/gotaiwan_02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6683139848511151767</id><published>2009-12-09T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:47:02.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community at Heart Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;just now we went to setup the place. but i am now too tired to describe. so... just photos lah.. ahhaha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413169621123233698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sx9xFxf8d6I/AAAAAAAABcM/UO4VDnskuvg/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413169617453320306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sx9xFj0-CHI/AAAAAAAABcE/LnxZN5hatBE/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413169609992783378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sx9xFICPRhI/AAAAAAAABb8/H0ktgWbyljI/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6683139848511151767?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6683139848511151767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6683139848511151767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6683139848511151767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6683139848511151767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/12/community-at-heart-board.html' title='Community at Heart Board'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sx9xFxf8d6I/AAAAAAAABcM/UO4VDnskuvg/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-1193313057363690892</id><published>2009-11-23T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:33:03.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CYW Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ching came to stay over as we were going to fly to penang early in the morning. kaz became the ultimate airport cab driver. heheheh... he came to take us to the airport with the petrol sign flashing at him all the way to the airport. haahaha... but i've discovered something worse than driving to airport without petrol..... and that is arriving to check in and found you cant find your IC!!! ahahahaha....when I was checking in, YC cant find her IC!! jorrr... she dig and dig and dig for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Swn_Sp184JI/AAAAAAAABY8/36NainQDifE/s1600/DSCF3513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Swn_Sp184JI/AAAAAAAABY8/36NainQDifE/s320/DSCF3513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407133523569860754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the backstage dressing room. where we were all preparing. and this is where some of our stuffs got stolen - my phone, jude's phone and jasmine lost about RM100 or so from her wallet!! Talk about JUSTICE! sigh... i'm not so much sam toong with the loss of the phone but i miss the pink phone hanger that the dancers bought for me when we all went to disneyland, all my photos in the SD Card.... i just hope the thief don't miss use the data and all the phone numbers in the phone!!! if u get anything suspicious, please please be careful! i wont have my sim card back for another few days so please dont be deceived! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Swn_S2wiYVI/AAAAAAAABZE/AxYa7PVKdEw/s1600/DSCF3524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Swn_S2wiYVI/AAAAAAAABZE/AxYa7PVKdEw/s320/DSCF3524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407133527036813650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Swn_TajjwsI/AAAAAAAABZM/rccupMqD_jc/s1600/DSCF3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Swn_TajjwsI/AAAAAAAABZM/rccupMqD_jc/s320/DSCF3529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407133536646054594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19048584-1193313057363690892?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/1193313057363690892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=1193313057363690892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/1193313057363690892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/1193313057363690892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/11/cyw-penang.html' title='CYW Penang'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Swn_Sp184JI/AAAAAAAABY8/36NainQDifE/s72-c/DSCF3513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6415963759015601218</id><published>2009-11-19T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:37:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Jasmine's Shiny Resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you did not know or have not heard, let me tell u now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of our students studying Mass Comm at Taylor's, JASMINE YOW, had authored newly published, hot-out-of-press biography of her journey struggling through depression. If you've seen the cheerful, happy, helpful side of her, you need to read this book to see how she reach here. You can get it from her (jasmine.yow@gmail.com) or at our 1a.m. Kiosk after service!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jasmine since when she was a little girl and call me 'jiejie Sharon'. haahah... i fetched her to movies and took her out when she came for a math-a-ton boot camp training at 'somewhere deep and far i forgot the name of the place' (about 2 hours drive from puchong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've also heard how bad the depression time when she was in Singapore. i've fetched her from airport all the way to pastor's house without a word. and i've also seen how she changed when she settled here to study in Sunway. i've seen her trying to think right, check her attitude deliberately and turn to the word of God. i've seen how she's now a funny, bubbly, sparkling team mate that encourages the team to stay on the purpose of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her life has truly been a testimony to me and to many around her. Do grab the book and be challenged from whining about your circumstances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwTcyCTKmmI/AAAAAAAABYk/NC7nGi56Wfg/s1600/ArmourPoster_BehindShinyResume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwTcyCTKmmI/AAAAAAAABYk/NC7nGi56Wfg/s400/ArmourPoster_BehindShinyResume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405688204920265314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6415963759015601218?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6415963759015601218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6415963759015601218' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6415963759015601218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6415963759015601218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/11/behind-jasmines-shiny-resume.html' title='Behind Jasmine&apos;s Shiny Resume'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwTcyCTKmmI/AAAAAAAABYk/NC7nGi56Wfg/s72-c/ArmourPoster_BehindShinyResume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-2862564467272847918</id><published>2009-11-16T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:23:41.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Birthdays at Asam House ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...can also be an event! u know lah, me being me.... never do things simple (applicable when i have time and inspiration)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since the dwindling dance team came together for a good fellowship. So i gathered them to a surprise Doreen birthday party! yahoo... even though it's only 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borrowed the props of marriage course and went to set the place waiting for her. well, during the 1.5 hours that me n jasmine were sitting there, we caught many second glances and smiles from ppl who saw us setting up the table. especially with wine glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;islam (the waiter) came saying hi and saw the glasses and then he squinted his eyes and asked, "is that hoi tai yeh?".. hahaha... he cant believe his eyes. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF3DwQl3KI/AAAAAAAABYE/3ayBy8kx8Yo/s1600/Image567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF3DwQl3KI/AAAAAAAABYE/3ayBy8kx8Yo/s320/Image567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404731934199110818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF3EELMuzI/AAAAAAAABYM/uvxh1JPPNzs/s1600/Image566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF3EELMuzI/AAAAAAAABYM/uvxh1JPPNzs/s320/Image566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404731939545201458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when yean ching came, we started taking pictures cos nothing to do. and doreen just made the U-turn. haaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF1lCl98bI/AAAAAAAABX0/RHymmUF1JfE/s1600/Image568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF1lCl98bI/AAAAAAAABX0/RHymmUF1JfE/s320/Image568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404730307033035186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we decided to promote celebrating birthdays in style in Asam House!&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaahhaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF1ko4f3VI/AAAAAAAABXs/f3GWJQs3cDU/s1600/Image569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF1ko4f3VI/AAAAAAAABXs/f3GWJQs3cDU/s320/Image569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404730300131433810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF1kZySQUI/AAAAAAAABXk/2Oa48naWsIc/s1600/Image570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF1kZySQUI/AAAAAAAABXk/2Oa48naWsIc/s320/Image570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404730296078844226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she arrive, we started singing "happy birthday..." and finally can have dinner!! i was soooo hungry d! hahahah... then we rush off to church cos tonite got rehearsal. ok. tired  d. good nite! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF1kGqEPlI/AAAAAAAABXc/p_PbjNJVp18/s1600/Image571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF1kGqEPlI/AAAAAAAABXc/p_PbjNJVp18/s320/Image571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404730290944097874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i mentioned that tiramisu is a romantic cake, which I THINK means somewhere along the line of "bring me along"... jasmine immediately decided that this will be her wedding cake. and we burst out laughing!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i googled and it found some ppl saying that it means PICK ME UP or LIFT ME UP.... &lt;/span&gt;romantic or not, tiramisu is not my fav cake lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendship makes certain days special and when we do thoughtful things to celebrate it together, it became an extraordinary day! at least it was for me lah... haahaha...&lt;/span&gt; thanks to jasmine, doreen, yean ching and myself! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-2862564467272847918?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/2862564467272847918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=2862564467272847918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2862564467272847918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2862564467272847918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebrating-birthdays-at-asam-house.html' title='Celebrating Birthdays at Asam House ...'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SwF3DwQl3KI/AAAAAAAABYE/3ayBy8kx8Yo/s72-c/Image567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3566043730643088432</id><published>2009-11-15T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:59:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sv-KpnMYDgI/AAAAAAAABXM/KNiqEqrxDQo/s1600-h/volunteer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sv-KpnMYDgI/AAAAAAAABXM/KNiqEqrxDQo/s400/volunteer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404190525368045058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3566043730643088432?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3566043730643088432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3566043730643088432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3566043730643088432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3566043730643088432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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stuffs and i hardly hug them but they are both stationed at my bed corner for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SvzN5MGauAI/AAAAAAAABWM/QeT2l86lv7g/s1600-h/Image562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SvzN5MGauAI/AAAAAAAABWM/QeT2l86lv7g/s400/Image562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403420035322132482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-5499359702900745085?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5499359702900745085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4396387611752504914</id><published>2009-11-04T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:02:52.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raining man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trish, this is for you! watch it whenever u stress. hehehe... miss you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite a good therapy for me. i cant help but laugh out loud whenever i watch this. and i've watched it more than ten times. hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d10bd033bfc20f7f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4396387611752504914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4396387611752504914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4396387611752504914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/11/raining-man.html' title='raining man'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-2647377365109442103</id><published>2009-10-28T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:49:25.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dance and a song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ben &amp;amp; pania - rhumba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love the way they move at those gaps without beat or music....&lt;br /&gt;sytycd australia s2e9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m i getting emo or  wad... i think watching it for the 10th time,  i can cry now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-75be8e79adeae584" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D75be8e79adeae584%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50EA826D7D5978B82ADBFB9842127A409B09D725.731D0F951A6A1879F830084CF3D997E78F61C353%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D75be8e79adeae584%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQTRr14e0ZQXeDhN6C1coXvbaUjE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D75be8e79adeae584%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50EA826D7D5978B82ADBFB9842127A409B09D725.731D0F951A6A1879F830084CF3D997E78F61C353%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D75be8e79adeae584%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQTRr14e0ZQXeDhN6C1coXvbaUjE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anouk - lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAF6ieYUnRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAF6ieYUnRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is like reaching into a cry deep inside ... a place where it exists in you.&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/19048584-2647377365109442103?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/2647377365109442103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=2647377365109442103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2647377365109442103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/2647377365109442103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/10/ben-pania-rhumba.html' title='a dance and a song...'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4427609704482400886</id><published>2009-10-13T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:52:50.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merr sent me this (this morning):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2009 when... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- i dont do this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- i've to admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- not really but also kind of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- so much truth in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- hahahha... it takes greater effort when they dont have email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help    you carry in the groceries. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- nah... not applicable to someone who dont buy grocery or cook! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- i believe in googling before deciding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- OH YAH!!! feels like losing my arm and leg when i forgot my phone! definite turn around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- who say anything about logged out? even my comp goes only to standby mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.    : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- hahhaa.... i didnt notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- ops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want to add one more line to a discovery from last nite: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. you sms to your house mate at the other room two steps away to ask a question instead of walking over! - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trish hor...! ! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4427609704482400886?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4427609704482400886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4427609704482400886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4427609704482400886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4427609704482400886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/10/merr-sent-me-this-this-morning.html' title='merr sent me this (this morning):'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-1862832279420956351</id><published>2009-10-08T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:54:51.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm getting way too comfortable where i am.&lt;br /&gt;.. in my work...&lt;br /&gt;.. in my apartment...&lt;br /&gt;.. in my position in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if this is healthy or just plain lepak...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-1862832279420956351?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/1862832279420956351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=1862832279420956351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/1862832279420956351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/1862832279420956351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-im-getting-way-too-comfortable.html' title=''/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-8259409621759502628</id><published>2009-10-06T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:43:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shades of cyan</title><content type='html'>i was curious and thought to find out the difference between aqua, turquoise, cyan, teal and the range. some ppl tell me it's close to blue, some ppl say it's closer to green. so i just thought to increase my personal knowledge. i wikipedia &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Shades_of_cyan"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Shades_of_cyan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad! i still dont think i can differentiate it when asked the next time. the range is too close and i guess to play it safe, i'll just answer that they are all in the "shades of cyan"! hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-8259409621759502628?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/8259409621759502628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=8259409621759502628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8259409621759502628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8259409621759502628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/10/shades-of-cyan.html' title='shades of cyan'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6269114028400181775</id><published>2009-10-04T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:00:16.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and weddings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here are some of the other photos i took during Sam &amp;amp; Caryn's wedding. i blogged about it at &lt;a href="http://eye-note.blogspot.com/"&gt;eye-note&lt;/a&gt; but paiseh want to put so many own pictures there. so read it over there yah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf3_MYUegI/AAAAAAAABUw/7Eep0KSqULI/s1600-h/03102009444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf3_MYUegI/AAAAAAAABUw/7Eep0KSqULI/s400/03102009444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388548144199137794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf3-lOyxkI/AAAAAAAABUo/GdyF34G-nmE/s1600-h/03102009443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf3-lOyxkI/AAAAAAAABUo/GdyF34G-nmE/s400/03102009443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388548133690197570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf39y0TWvI/AAAAAAAABUg/oIm1Ltbn9-s/s1600-h/03102009442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf39y0TWvI/AAAAAAAABUg/oIm1Ltbn9-s/s400/03102009442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388548120157313778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf39puOxXI/AAAAAAAABUY/2i1azYvLbBk/s1600-h/03102009441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf39puOxXI/AAAAAAAABUY/2i1azYvLbBk/s400/03102009441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388548117715928434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one blessing from coordinating weddings is that i make new friends. i got to know gary, elaine, dawson, pei sen, sam, caryn in the way that just going to the same church for years wont be able to spark off. it's truly a blessing... and did i mention romantic to be in prettie weddings..?? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6269114028400181775?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6269114028400181775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6269114028400181775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6269114028400181775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6269114028400181775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-are-some-of-other-photos-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Ssf3_MYUegI/AAAAAAAABUw/7Eep0KSqULI/s72-c/03102009444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4366001879513458489</id><published>2009-09-26T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:16:40.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arthur's day celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SsMEjwsHFOI/AAAAAAAABTA/ERaXK_eaqgo/s1600-h/092509225043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SsMEjQjb2TI/AAAAAAAABS4/siXPCKEgnmI/s1600-h/092509202737.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last nite i went to the arthur's day celebration at sunway lagoon surf beach.&lt;br /&gt;me being the duh me, seeing the bep picture at the posters and banners, assumed that it's a bep concert, with other featuring artiste. BUT...&lt;br /&gt;it's NOT!&lt;br /&gt;it's a lot of artistes performing, featuring bep! ah ha!&lt;br /&gt;got difference leh like this.&lt;br /&gt;i tot i could go see the event, stay for a few of bep songs and leave early but in the end bep only came on about 10:30pm or so!!! i stood there cramped and squashed and dripping in sweat (mine and others who touched me) just to hear 2 bep song and left earlier before the throng of human stampede happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling jay, next time i've to do a concert where ppl go in by height.. hahaha.. so short ppl can see among all these giants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sr4HCHFfGMI/AAAAAAAABSI/E2NScKM_Qes/s1600-h/Image523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sr4HCHFfGMI/AAAAAAAABSI/E2NScKM_Qes/s400/Image523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385749937224882370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i purposely took this to show you what i can see from my  eye view! hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SsMEjQjb2TI/AAAAAAAABS4/siXPCKEgnmI/s1600-h/092509202737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SsMEjQjb2TI/AAAAAAAABS4/siXPCKEgnmI/s400/092509202737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154583050770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is from Jay's view. big difference from mine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SsMEkUIY9hI/AAAAAAAABTI/n5T3DxgugB4/s1600-h/092509225625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SsMEkUIY9hI/AAAAAAAABTI/n5T3DxgugB4/s400/092509225625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154601190946322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i super like the signage. thought of tearing one out and stick next to church entrance before SNL! "This way to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most remarkable party"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SsMEjwsHFOI/AAAAAAAABTA/ERaXK_eaqgo/s1600-h/092509225043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SsMEjwsHFOI/AAAAAAAABTA/ERaXK_eaqgo/s400/092509225043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154591677093090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waited forever till they come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4366001879513458489?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4366001879513458489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4366001879513458489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4366001879513458489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4366001879513458489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/09/arthurs-day-celebration.html' title='arthur&apos;s day celebration'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sr4HCHFfGMI/AAAAAAAABSI/E2NScKM_Qes/s72-c/Image523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3593091912215101231</id><published>2009-09-18T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:11:05.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and weddings</title><content type='html'>i'm now the wedding liaison person in eaglepoint! =)&lt;br /&gt;there were many questions and i decided to setup a blog just regarding my discoveries about weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meandweddings.blogspot.com/search/label/home/"&gt;me and weddings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-3593091912215101231?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/3593091912215101231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=3593091912215101231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3593091912215101231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/3593091912215101231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-weddings.html' title='me and weddings'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5110519252549340700</id><published>2009-09-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:29:02.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stooopid mistake</title><content type='html'>i made a stupid mistake and deleted all my widgets TWICE!! and now i am left with my links all gone! jorrrrrrr.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-5110519252549340700?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5110519252549340700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5110519252549340700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5110519252549340700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/5110519252549340700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/09/stooopid-mistake.html' title='stooopid mistake'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-8403631173608020133</id><published>2009-09-09T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:29:07.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Chinese Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller &lt;/span&gt;: Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan (anyone)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operator &lt;/span&gt;: Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller &lt;/span&gt;: No, I want to speak to Annie Wan (anyone)!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operator &lt;/span&gt;: You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller &lt;/span&gt;: I'm Sam Wan (Someone). And I need to talk to Annie Wan (anyone)! It's urgent.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operator &lt;/span&gt;: I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller &lt;/span&gt;: Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan (anyone) that our brother Noel Wan (no one)has involved in an accident. Noel Wan (no one)got injured and now Noel Wan (no one) is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan (everyone) is on his way to the hospital.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operator &lt;/span&gt;: Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgen t matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller &lt;/span&gt;: You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operator &lt;/span&gt;: I'm Saw Lee (Sorry).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller &lt;/span&gt;: Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-8403631173608020133?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/8403631173608020133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=8403631173608020133' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8403631173608020133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/8403631173608020133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/09/confusing-chinese-names.html' title='Confusing Chinese Names'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7481936412504426411</id><published>2009-09-09T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:02:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discipleship gals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the discipleship gals of pc's. last sunday, to celebrate pc's birthday, she took us all to andana spa for the whole day. and she even paid the bulk of the bill. she's been reading this book on rest and she took us on a rest-ful discipleship time. ain't she the gem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYJT-4N6I/AAAAAAAABPE/doxxSw38188/s1600-h/Image501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYJT-4N6I/AAAAAAAABPE/doxxSw38188/s400/Image501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379294828179240866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;charlene in her cute-ness, walked in and remarked that we all look like green froggies! hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYJ51ghyI/AAAAAAAABPM/LkgAWhkXc1M/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYJ51ghyI/AAAAAAAABPM/LkgAWhkXc1M/s400/DSC00605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379294838340486946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYJDJTSBI/AAAAAAAABO8/p3JJ8AT4Y74/s1600-h/Image502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYJDJTSBI/AAAAAAAABO8/p3JJ8AT4Y74/s400/Image502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379294823659554834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pc gave us all a present - the wedding photos with each of us in a a4 size frame. i cant show u the rest of the girls photos because it's theirs but i can show u mine. cos it's mine. ah ha! it's lover-ley.... this is one of my favourite photos. the one with pc is beautiful of course. the two with wai foong i really like.... and the funny group photo we took, and the lovely gals photo we took... oooo...... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYixhn_nI/AAAAAAAABPU/x-KCllBN6qk/s1600-h/sharon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYixhn_nI/AAAAAAAABPU/x-KCllBN6qk/s400/sharon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379295265606336114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; few people find good friends. but fewer managed to find those they can cry with and laugh with and stand with even though we are not best of friends, but we are such kind of friends. it's a different level to relating... thanks, all my sistas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-7481936412504426411?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/7481936412504426411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=7481936412504426411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7481936412504426411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/7481936412504426411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/09/discipleship-gals.html' title='discipleship gals'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqcYJT-4N6I/AAAAAAAABPE/doxxSw38188/s72-c/Image501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4180278230165225802</id><published>2009-09-04T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:59:33.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merr's me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqDWsS6zCmI/AAAAAAAABO0/cG_uXuHbRQE/s1600-h/show1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqDWsS6zCmI/AAAAAAAABO0/cG_uXuHbRQE/s400/show1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377534011561413218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-4180278230165225802?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4180278230165225802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4180278230165225802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4180278230165225802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4180278230165225802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/09/merr.html' title='merr&apos;s me'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SqDWsS6zCmI/AAAAAAAABO0/cG_uXuHbRQE/s72-c/show1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-834435606216753697</id><published>2009-09-02T12:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:02:25.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you think you can choreograph.... like this?</title><content type='html'>There were not really many good things happening for me in SYTYCD S5.&lt;br /&gt;i loved S4 more cos there really were so many more productions that had moved me from one state of emotions to another, bringing me to places i've not been to.&lt;br /&gt;but here are THE two choreography from Season 5 that had brought goosebumps to my skin all through the experience and tears that easily come to the brim of my eyes. hope u'll enjoy it as much as i did - the truth in the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i see these, i know that there are rare geniuses in this world that are specially gifted enabling them to reach deep in and touch your soul with their creations... whether u are prepared for it or not... and i, humbly, am not one of those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is, thus far, the choreography that's closest to heart. addiction. the truth is so real. the reality so close. the bondage so difficult to break. it can make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;how many times in our lives where we want, we do, we desire... that which is not good for us? too many times to count. it brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;the routine had forever changed the song 'gravity' for me. of course i fell in love with sara bareilles after this. every time i listen to this song, i will become quiet, with the whirl of emotions running inside as i ponder and pace myself in my thoughts. it affects me. mia, u're the priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choreo by mia michaels, danced by kupono &amp;amp; kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a3773cf44d082bd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a3773cf44d082bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53B8BFA73625F0ACFC93A22658EF8DBC5ACEA540.7377D44BA1647479370EC5FEAE93F3E079697CAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a3773cf44d082bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dms56ZsiI8Y9rreiSBXkNfJzGIB8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a3773cf44d082bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53B8BFA73625F0ACFC93A22658EF8DBC5ACEA540.7377D44BA1647479370EC5FEAE93F3E079697CAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a3773cf44d082bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dms56ZsiI8Y9rreiSBXkNfJzGIB8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i watch this with trish in the room, we were so quiet after it finished. we were brought out of the room into somewhere else. the experience kept us in silence, kept our emotions, kept the goosebumps on our skin. when we came back to our senses, i think we turned to face each other and exclaimed..."oooohhh... sooooo good..." and this ended up being one of the favourite routine that i've watched countless many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dance is about a woman with breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;just how many times in our lives where we can remember the struggle, the strength, the helplessness to have to go through in a difficult situation that is not in our control but yet we can't avoid it? too many to count. too many fears I can recall. tyce, you're the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choreo by tyce diorio, danced by ade &amp;amp; melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6fc97287dfed5ef7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fc97287dfed5ef7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C91750A6E0A948EF8404C809E844F62B25D3F15.74C9955C3722D369F44C1B64ED65881B9F9EAF90%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fc97287dfed5ef7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTrX9uUqkMmTbFR4S6bt1H3Y-4zQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fc97287dfed5ef7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331412362%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C91750A6E0A948EF8404C809E844F62B25D3F15.74C9955C3722D369F44C1B64ED65881B9F9EAF90%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fc97287dfed5ef7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTrX9uUqkMmTbFR4S6bt1H3Y-4zQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two choreographers has the 'power' to change my emotions. wow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-834435606216753697?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3a3773cf44d082bd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6fc97287dfed5ef7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/834435606216753697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=834435606216753697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/834435606216753697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/834435606216753697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-you-think-you-can-choreograph-like.html' title='So you think you can choreograph.... like this?'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4351886147138640895</id><published>2009-09-02T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:00:25.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/slideshow/photo//ydownload_ap/20090901/photos_net_ap_wl/1251839709/"&gt;          &lt;/a&gt;                          &lt;p class="imgdesc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just an article i read when i open yahoo.com this morning. Money is like fire. it's good when it's controlled but raise havoc when unleashed stupidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;h3 class="entry-title"&gt;How to Lose $3 Million in Six Years&lt;/h3&gt;               &lt;cite class="vcard author"&gt;by  Mike Krumboltz&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;div class="story"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Stop us if this sounds familiar: A very lucky person wins the lottery and expects life to change for the better, but instead, things go horribly wrong. It's a story as old as the hills, but each time it happens, it causes a huge commotion in Search. The latest "victim" of sudden wealth is a young woman from the U.K. who won millions of bucks several years ago, only to lose the vast majority of it shortly thereafter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=callie+rogers&amp;amp;cs=bz&amp;amp;fr=buzz"&gt;Callie Rogers&lt;/a&gt; was just 16 when she won a whopping $3 million in the lottery. Six years later, she reports that she blew untold sums on drugs, partying, exotic cars, and breast implants. A staggering $730,000 went to designer clothes alone, Ms. Rogers explains in an &lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/article/teenage-lottery-winner-callie-rogers/648281?icid=main%7Cmain%7Cdl1%7Clink3%7Chttp%3A%2F%2Fnews.aol.com%2Farticle%2Fteenage-lottery-winner-callie-rogers%2F648281"&gt;article from AOL&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/news/477965/Lotto-winner-Callie-Rogers-reveals-hell-her-pound19m-fortune-brought.html"&gt;Says Rogers&lt;/a&gt;: "I honestly wish I'd never won the lottery money — and knowing what I know now I should have just given it all back to them." She's currently left with around $32,000.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In these trying economic times, Ms. Rogers will likely find little sympathy. Still, it's worth noting that she's hardly the first big winner who wished she'd never bought a ticket. There is such a thing as the &lt;a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=lottery+curse&amp;amp;cs=bz&amp;amp;fr=buzz"&gt;lottery curse&lt;/a&gt;: As mentioned in a &lt;a href="http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/92616/?fp=1"&gt;previous Buzz Log&lt;/a&gt;, there are numerous cases of lotto winners getting divorced due to stress and losing everything from poor investments. A few have even died at the hands of greedy relatives. A &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=2941589"&gt;2007 article&lt;/a&gt; from ABC will fill you in on a few more examples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Knowing she's not the first jackpot winner to suffer hardship won't make her life any easier. But perhaps Ms. Rogers can take some comfort from the fact that there are others out there with eerily similar stories: They won big then lost big, and often wish they'd never even played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/19048584-4351886147138640895?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4351886147138640895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4351886147138640895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4351886147138640895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4351886147138640895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-article-i-read-when-i-open-yahoo.html' title='playing with fire'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-4675706976942062359</id><published>2009-08-26T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:07:22.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trish the baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's trisha' happy face awaiting her graduation bouquet! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;trish can really be a baby... easy cry and easy laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SpUJD53iKKI/AAAAAAAABOs/Xjq1V3-wET8/s1600-h/Image484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SpUJD53iKKI/AAAAAAAABOs/Xjq1V3-wET8/s400/Image484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374211693014558882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or maybe it's just that i'm good in 'change her world'&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha... oh well...&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/19048584-4675706976942062359?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/4675706976942062359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=4675706976942062359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4675706976942062359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/4675706976942062359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/08/trish-baby.html' title='trish the baby'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SpUJD53iKKI/AAAAAAAABOs/Xjq1V3-wET8/s72-c/Image484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-7144810285389943544</id><published>2009-08-26T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:00:14.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cyw kluang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok... m not going to repeat everything about the event a second time so u might as well head over there. just one personal note i wanted to add here... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... it's an odd angle... but i wanted to show off my yellow shoes that goes perfectly well with my yellow tee shirt! hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SpUGv9QCzVI/AAAAAAAABOE/Dx2rMV7l80Y/s1600-h/Image491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SpUGv9QCzVI/AAAAAAAABOE/Dx2rMV7l80Y/s400/Image491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374209151302028626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the hotel we were staying at... in hokkien i think i means "lovers"?? "loved ones"? or somethign like that... but it's quite ancient and the ancient-ness is just funny for us as we discover the various 'ancient-ness' of it all.... like faith's toilet uses blue light... like our heater only works if it's medium heat (not low or high)... like chrystin's panic face when she was told the toilet wont lock... ahahhahahaah.... among other things...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SpUGwDVYZ9I/AAAAAAAABOM/3Bc9hmSKr6U/s1600-h/Image485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SpUGwDVYZ9I/AAAAAAAABOM/3Bc9hmSKr6U/s400/Image485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374209152935028690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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afternoon i got up and sent trish to the tesco then came back and continue my laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the evening, a teary eye trish came home lamenting... ahhaha... so i cheered her up.&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep early. and finally 'got up' this morning and hauled myself to work all alive and shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just RESTFUL and lazy. i love yesterday.... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue, a thought came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD HAPPENED OR WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I DIED TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;mmm.... would relationships still remains as it is in TODAY as it is in TOMORROW if I did die yesterday.... mmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-839008830727037897?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sn5TtA_hbTI/AAAAAAAABMU/AGGd746va7A/s400/Image075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367819838697860402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the picture is taken with rowena's NEW (show off) phone but the chicken wing is from regina's long hard work. ahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sn5Ts__iylI/AAAAAAAABMM/7wEhzvkKUTs/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sn5Ts__iylI/AAAAAAAABMM/7wEhzvkKUTs/s400/DSC00570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367819838429514322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sn5TthE-ArI/AAAAAAAABMc/9mkTVnpN2z8/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sn5TthE-ArI/AAAAAAAABMc/9mkTVnpN2z8/s400/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367819847310639794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sn5WG_dl07I/AAAAAAAABMk/w3h83bAZEyc/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sn5WG_dl07I/AAAAAAAABMk/w3h83bAZEyc/s400/Image077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367822483986961330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sn5TtA_hbTI/AAAAAAAABMU/AGGd746va7A/s72-c/Image075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6078344724242752007</id><published>2009-08-04T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:59:57.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sushi plates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just found this picture of one of the time i ate at sushi king...&lt;br /&gt;hehehhee.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/SnfAIw5jkxI/AAAAAAAABJk/1A3mrxgRDFU/s1600-h/Image271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-6684356972629419981</id><published>2009-08-04T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:57:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tee shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sne_mfvN9xI/AAAAAAAABJc/aLnBISXIslc/s1600-h/Image345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sne_mfvN9xI/AAAAAAAABJc/aLnBISXIslc/s320/Image345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365968149110716178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tidying my cupboard a month back and realize that i do have a lot of tee shirts. i think since that this pic, the height has increased. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6684356972629419981?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6684356972629419981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6684356972629419981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6684356972629419981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6684356972629419981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-tee-shirts.html' title='my tee shirts'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sne_mfvN9xI/AAAAAAAABJc/aLnBISXIslc/s72-c/Image345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-8760790078664421860</id><published>2009-08-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:18:42.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Now - Daughtry music video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;a very change your world kind of video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2poBAJ6MPdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2poBAJ6MPdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title='What About Now - Daughtry music video'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-5714304661369683747</id><published>2009-07-29T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:42:41.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have u ever been desperate enough to beg your "friends" for a desperate need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it a few times in the past couple of weeks and all i got was this -&lt;br /&gt;- they turned they back,&lt;br /&gt;- told me they got much too,&lt;br /&gt;- told me "you can do it wan lah"&lt;br /&gt;- show a sorry-i-can't-help-u face,&lt;br /&gt;- hardened their heart (as i feel the blow to my face),&lt;br /&gt;- expecting me to pull off a miracle (on my own),&lt;br /&gt;- expecting me to forgive them (cos i'm a church leader w/o emotions or stress like them),&lt;br /&gt;- walked away,&lt;br /&gt;- leaving me,&lt;br /&gt;- buried alive,&lt;br /&gt;- by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it somehow brings a picture of someone standing at the edge WATCHING another person drowning in the pool - without wanting to do anything cos he/she cant help but let the fella drown lah - cos no strength to help other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. or maybe it's more like nobody actually care lah. drowning in the big pool all alone cos everyone busy trying to stay afloat in their own pool, why should anyone care of other pool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt like a slap across the face to wake up from any more other expectations from "friends".&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can dont need to forgive them and tell them to their faces that they just hurt me and i want to hurt them back and dont wan to love them anymore and they are not friends.&lt;br /&gt;the tears that are flowing from my eyes now are brought by you, "friend".&lt;br /&gt;i look left, look right, i see i am actually deserted to stand alone again. again, proven my theory on 'fending myself cos nobody will be there for you, my dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm warning everyone,&lt;br /&gt;DON'T tell me "you can do it wan lah" or "u sure can wan" or "u are sharon wor, u can pull it thru" !!!&lt;br /&gt;it sounds exactly like telling me "go drown by yourself in your own pool and dont bother me"&lt;br /&gt;i am telling you now - i hate those sentences.&lt;br /&gt;one more time i hear it i might lose control and shout at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all i am saying is if two person stress and stretched together can get the job done, why let one person stress over it and not get the job done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. tired. drained. dried. dont want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;lei sei lei sie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sharon, snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;okok... maybe i've been emo and harsh and angry when i wrote the above. ah but then.... god provided a way out d! so i've no excuse not to let go and move on, right? cos God is good and faithful to me... ops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19048584-5714304661369683747?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/5714304661369683747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=5714304661369683747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but it still does leave an after taste in you.&lt;br /&gt;if you've ever watch the movie, especially the ending, does it makes you wonder and think - does all relationships end so sweetly, happily ever after, with a love song playing at the background, lying with the look of peace and contentment, a devoted to each other couple? did u ever wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wonder because i've watched too many broken relationships, betrayed marriages and couple fights in my short lifetime, not to mentioned the endless input from all the drama, movies and tv. even gross, sick, bloody ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the music in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, like in FIREPROOF, you've got to work for it to happen - the peace, the contentment and the devotion to each other - not so sure if there would be any romantic love song at the background all the time though... haahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish u all a sweet dream tonight.&lt;div 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work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having friends to laugh together let you let go and remember your carefree self again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a good meal just to pamper yourself a little bit for the hard work you've put in to whatever we were doing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;this is my little self-medication/prescription for this season! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sm7UVAJFq9I/AAAAAAAABIc/fdtirwt7Nyc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sm7UVAJFq9I/AAAAAAAABIc/fdtirwt7Nyc/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363457663525301202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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food-face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19048584-6359952554522798947?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/feeds/6359952554522798947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19048584&amp;postID=6359952554522798947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6359952554522798947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19048584/posts/default/6359952554522798947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerarctic.blogspot.com/2009/07/stress.html' title='stress??'/><author><name>summerarctic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/37/8714/320/_DSC0709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sm7UVAJFq9I/AAAAAAAABIc/fdtirwt7Nyc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19048584.post-3718551525457325758</id><published>2009-07-28T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:08:19.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>john grisham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sm5wlplZfiI/AAAAAAAABIM/vuNNUarC2Xc/s1600-h/Image478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_cwtkkgZaM/Sm5wlplZfiI/AAAAAAAABIM/vuNNUarC2Xc/s320/Image478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363347998365023778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for book hunt yesterday, i wanted to get stress-less books like enid blyton - t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he naughtiest girl series &lt;/span&gt;or the new added-on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malory towers series&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St Clare's series &lt;/span&gt;or the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faraway tree series&lt;/span&gt; but then the new range has become soooo expensive RM30 per book when i used to buy it like RM11.90 previously. new cover so new price. so end up i didnt buy any because i feel ripped off!! hahaha... then pass by carrefour and saw this. RM33.55. erm.... i guess it's ok for this price kwa... plus i dun have this in my collection of JG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grisham's book that i have or have read includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Broker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleachers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The King of Torts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Summons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Brethren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Testament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Street Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chamber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Firm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Time to Kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favs of JG that i've read at least 5 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Client&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Pelican Brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rainmaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Runaway Jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shun, when u go to another bookfair, please help me stock up enid blyton... thanks!&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/19048584-3718551525457325758?l=summerarctic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='re
