tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26126171281464303982024-03-08T13:38:00.070+08:00eLaiNe ~ mY RanTiNg sPoTeLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1868159700089391972011-09-05T11:58:00.000+08:002011-09-05T11:58:14.335+08:00September Begins.September. Been 8 months, not logging in. The fear to even visit the poor poor site. Work is definitely not an excuse, but procrastination definitely is deemed valid. Muses did give me a visit once awhile.I just don't take them seriously anymore.<br />
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I've lost my momentum in blogging. I've missed out so much on capturing the events of my life on blog in the past 2 years. The good and the bad. The ups and downs. I guess getting older makes privacy a serious issue. If you'd notice, the way I write has changed too. Short, simple sentences. Show how my brain has slack in thoughts. =(<br />
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Getting the new smarty-pants phone helped me getting shifted more to Facebook. Of what I could call (for myself), photoblogging.There isn't quite a theme, but just merely what I captured on my everyday life and most importantly felt like sharing it out. Right timing and feeling, and whatnot. I named the album "Life on the go". Perfect to signify the randomness of what's stored in the album. Only...the real "Life on the go" album is actually stored in my phone's memory card.<br />
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Privacy. Suddenly that word seemed to mean a lot to me now. Probably should consider making this blog a private site. For good or at least until I could finally decide on the course of this blog. I'm happy reading back on the previous posts of the blog. Brings back memories and those thoughts that have provoked me at the moment. But the blog just doesn't seem to have worked out as fine as I wanted it to be as at the beginning of the year.<br />
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Times have passed and life has changed. Priority in life is different now. Let's see how it'll be by the end of the year. =)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">p/s:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">In case, in future, I would be wondering why the sudden post in early September (today). I just got too bored alone in the new empty office today. Heee. Apparently every single member of the team is on leave today (and I wasn't told!). Since it's supposedly my first day in this new department, I basically had nothing better to do. *sigh*</span>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-78587574625982593732011-01-11T21:12:00.036+08:002011-01-13T16:06:12.673+08:00Shivering Fever.Oh, what a day it has been. I was down with high fever and a lung infection(!) on Monday. Oh yes, it was scary when the doctor put it that way. I know I'm sick but <i>that </i>sick? Gosh! It must have been the freezing cold air-conditioning in the office.<br />
I thank God for staying with me while I drove home alone! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><br />
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It's been a long while since I last developed a high fever. And come to think about it, it's nicer to have than those never-ending flu and/or sore throats. Yes, it is. Especially when the doctor put you on strong medicines.<br />
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I was left hanging around in bed from 8pm on Monday after my first dose of medication till the next day's evening. I must have slept for at least 16 hours. I couldn't even stand still, let alone walk straight. In fact, I'm still feeling rather <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">*wee wang wang*</span></i> at the mo. Drowsiness. When he said it's strong medicines, I didn't believe him that it was <i>this</i> strong.<br />
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And I truthfully hate medicines. He just had to give me a whole variety of them. Tablets for<i> fever</i>, <i>flu</i>, <i>phlegms</i>, <i>asthma</i>, and of course antibiotics. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">8 tablets to swallow!</span></b> Are you kidding me?! <i>Blergh</i>! Oh, and don't forget on the cough syrup! <i>Blergh</i>!<br />
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Oh well, at least I'm well pumped up for the hectic day tomorrow! <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">*fingers crossed*</span></i> =)eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8068455339847891432011-01-06T23:51:00.000+08:002011-01-06T23:51:30.016+08:00Happy Birthday Song!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;">♥</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span></span><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Happy birthday to ME~</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Happy birthday to ME~</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Happy birthday to ELAINE~ ME!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Happy birthday to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">memememememememememe</span>!!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;">♥</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And See Mei. And Racheal. And Juchin. And Woei Jing.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;">♥</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;">♥</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hohoho. Happy birthday to all of us.<br />
I can't believe I'm having more and more friends who celebrate together with me their birthdays! :)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Many happy returns for this year and many many more years to come!<br />
Let's us all prosper abundantly with health and wealth! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">♥</span></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-86290990426831185222011-01-03T22:23:00.001+08:002011-01-03T22:24:53.494+08:00My Boss Made Me Smile!Although he wasn't around for the day, just a simple two words from him could make me beam like an idiot for the rest of the day! :)<br />
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First day to work on a new year. Guess I got so '<i>excited</i>' yesternight, I couldn't fall asleep when I was supposed to. I ended up tossing and turning and coughing and messing around FB for a game <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[or two]</span> of Bejelewed. Then I finally gave up whatever I was doing and force my eyes to really stay shut for the night. Thank God they were obedient enough. But that wasn't until it was about 2 or 3 in the morning. Imagine I have to wake up at 6:20am later. Miracle how I could stay wide awake till now.<br />
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First day of school! I can't help but just smile when I see those little kids in the back seats. I'm actually feeling really excited for them, and their elders! I can't imagine what I'd be when my little niece and nephew go to nurseries. Note, not school. Haha, yea I know, even that is not in another 3 years. And I am <i>just</i> the Aunt!<br />
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Traffic report: It gets really jammed up at the Serdang bottleneck by 7am, so leave early.<br />
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It was quite a job to keep myself positive the whole way. But positivity always brings positive results. At least, that's what I have been made to believe. =)<br />
I reached my workplace later than usual, and I thought I have not the enough cash with me. Unless, of course, if I decide to pay for the parking with coins. Lots of it. Bii came to the rescue.<br />
While waiting, I decided to try my luck even when the 'FULL' sign was placed at the entrance. I'm the first in line! Haha. Positive that I would get the free carpark space, for whatever reason, before Bii could reach.<br />
So, guess what! The guard came slowly towards Potato and I and removed the sign. Yay! Free access!<br />
Ah, positivity and blind luck. What's not to love?<br />
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Bii took me to a quick breakfast since he was already around the corner. And because I needed that early dose of coffee. I had two dose of coffee for the day. McD's for breakfast and cafeteria's for lunch. Both - <i>yummeh</i>!<br />
Ahh, so that's what got me so hyped up the whole day. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">*silly smiles*</span></i><br />
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I love working when I am working. And I am working when I know what I am working on. Time flies. And a simple compliment goes a <i>looonnnng</i> way!<br />
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Thank you, boss! You just gave my working year a great start! For whatever that comes, I will remember today. =)<br />
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I feel like a little girl at school who has just received her first star. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">♥</span>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-33969650967545484522011-01-01T00:00:00.001+08:002011-01-04T15:43:02.658+08:00Happy New Year 2011~!Pretty beautiful date, ain't it? 1-1-11. My favorite number. Seems to come in double. =)<br />
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Now, I have a question. Is this the first year of the new decade or was last year it? <i>Hrmm</i>. I just can't quite make up my mind on this one.<br />
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If the answer is 2011, then no wonder my New Year <a href="http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html">resolutions</a> made in 2010 didn't quite work out. Hehe. I'm so embarrassed of myself. I was so determined and loud on my very first post of the year shouting those resolutions. Repent <i>konon</i>. <i>Pfftt</i>. End result seemed to show that I score better when I don't talk about repenting. Number of blog-posts reduces year by year.<br />
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Oh, hold that thought. <i>Hmm</i>. Maybe it is a good thing afterall, eh? Considering this <i>is</i> my ranting spot, that would meant I had lesser to rant and rave about as years go by. <i>Naw</i>. Very unlikely so. Hence, I came up with a little inference and deemed it my conclusion. Read on.<br />
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I have found another ranting <i>spot</i>. Not exactly a spot, but useful enough for me to vent my dissatisfactions. It's faster, provides easier access and words are not the only necessary medium! <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">*grins*</span></i><br />
This little 'spot' I'm talking about is referring to none other than the one<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"> person </span>who never got tired of listening to me. Like, seriously?<br />
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And that is my inference and conclusion as to why my bloggie sometimes may play second fiddle now. Most of the time now, in fact. Sorry, bloggie. Sometimes when musing and timing is not on my side, blogging may just slip off the mind. It happens. Alot. I look at my blog page and not a sentence pops out. But when I complain verbally to Bii, the words come pouring out complete with hand gestures, body movement and facial expression. Hahaha. Need I say more?<br />
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This year, I'm not making any NY resolutions. What good is it to make new ones when you can't keep up with the old? So that is why, I have decided to stick to my last year's resolutions and see if I could fare better. Keeping my fingers crossed, but no pressure whatsoever. The flow shall be au naturale. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">*grins*</span></i><br />
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And what a coincidence again, my bloggie has just turned <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;">THREE</span>! The same as last year. Hahaha. I made a mistake last year in counting, bloggie was supposed to be 2 then but was said to be 3. I'm so embarrassed. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>*blushes*</i></span> <i>Hah</i>, no wonder my NY resolutions made in it didn't quite work out. Hehe.<br />
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Okay, okay, my bad. But now that all is clear, let's celebrate! ^^<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011, </b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">EVERYONE! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">♥</span></b></span> </span></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-61754129304826239932010-12-31T23:55:00.001+08:002011-01-04T16:51:25.866+08:00The Longest End To December!The day started pretty early for us. Sis wanted us out of bed by 8am and off we go to the market. It's been a long time since we came to this morning market. And the mission today is not to shop for anything, not even groceries. Makes me again wonder why we were there. Oh, food.<br />
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Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And it's always important to start it right. I had a yummy packet of <i>nasi lemak</i>, though not the usual I would take. And helped Sis a little on the noodles she wasn't supposed to eat.<br />
Although not a very peculiar combination, but God knows what happened to my stomach.<br />
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We went around town to run some errands and by time I got home at about noon, my stomach has just reached a whole new level of aching. It started like the usual wind-in-my-<i>tumm</i>-<i>tumm </i>ordeal. But I was fooled. It's not the <i>usual</i>. It's a little something more with that. Not the usual gastric pain. Yes sir, no it's not.<br />
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I had to skip my Indian lunch for fear that I would upset it further. I actually got full just by looking at my family eat while I drank on some plain water. Like, seriously. I'm glad I tag along. Hehe.<br />
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<i>Tumm tumm</i>,<i> no tumm tumm</i>. There's still space for ice-cream! ♫ Baskin Robbins 31 ♫<br />
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Haha. Sorry but tummy really felt much better then. It started back only at night, after my afternoon nap. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">*sighs*</span></i><br />
So, <i>icy-creamy</i> ice-cream is not the culprit. Hehe.<br />
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Only problem is, our NY celebration plan could not be executed. Ended up counting down at home. Not too bad an idea anyway.<br />
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But sorry, Bii. Still, somehow I know you wouldn't mind. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">♥</span>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3262854391197033902010-12-01T20:38:00.210+08:002010-12-03T15:59:24.583+08:00The Longest Start To December!<i>Gahhhhhhhh</i>~!!! I need a good shout! And I need to shout out loud! What a long day it has been and I'm glad it's gonna end. I sure do hope so. No trauma-scar left behind please!<br />
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At least, I feel safe now. Under the shelter of my home, confined in the room...and Bii is coming home real soon. Yes, I do feel much safer.<br />
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The day started early. But I guess it just wasn't early enough. After two days not getting the free entry to the carparks, the <i>kiasu</i> in me is getting excited. I left earlier than usual to fetch a friend, only to realize I'm running out of fuel! So I needed extra time to have a quick visit to the petrol station.<br />
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The whole journey was a smooth ride. Even the gears did not jerk. I should be proud of myself, no? The wheels were in my control and we reach the KL-Seremban highway <u>before</u> 7.30am. I initially expected it to be later, considering the detours taken. So, I should be proud of myself, no?<br />
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Well, the answer is no and no! The moment I took a turn at the Desa Waterpark into the East-West Link, I immediately regretted all the happy thoughts. The traffic is crazy! It has been so for the past few days. I just wonder how the information had slipped off my mind for a sec there. It took me another 20-25 minutes just to reach that corner to Menara. I am bummed!<br />
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Yet, dumbly I still have hopes of getting a sad entry left for me. Stupid stupid stupid! Having hopes is not wrong but letting the <i>kiasu</i>-Elaine to take over the wheels is! Oh stupid stupid stupid. Knowing my accelerator is not all that smooth, I should have been more careful!<br />
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I slightly stepped on the accelerator <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[while we were still in the slow traffic] </span>and it kinda revved upfront a little more than I thought it should. Something blinded me and I didn't see that motorbike on my left side, trying to make his way across the road. When I moved forward, I slightly bammed on its exhaust pipe. Very slightly, he didn't fall. But he did jerk a little on his bike.<br />
Yes, he's somehow already in front of me. He shouldn't have been!! So, why?! =(<br />
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I should have been more alert. No matter what happened back there, I still have responsibilities to bear. Thank God for He must have protected me back there. Just a small lesson. Nothing happened. Not to him, not to my little Potato.<br />
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Since then, I am jaded. Everything just seemed to go off my way. Even when I went to the canteen to pack my lunch, I blame the cashier for overcharging me and not giving me the fork and spoon. Thankfully, I was conscious enough to realize that before leaving.<br />
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And because I'm traumatized from the morning experience, I was actually spirited to work overtime today. First time speaking to my big boss personally is the best reason for OT. I felt so small presenting the updates to him. I surely could have done better than that. Oh well, this is just a step opening the doors to bigger opportunities. =)<br />
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Finally when it's time to face reality and drive home, I find myself lingering around the office. Taking every chances to spend just a minute or two more in the office. With every minute wasted, I told myself, "God is giving me the chance to avoid the little unexpected circumstances on the road". =)<br />
I love it.<br />
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I heard on the radio that the traffic is bad again due to an accident involving two buses. I was contemplating which road to take. The long-straight highway with the risk of having to drive in the rain <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[it looked like it was going to rain]</span> or the perfectly jammed road with super low speed?<br />
Gleefully, I opted for the low speed. Trauma made me.<br />
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I saw the burnt skeleton of the bus. It was said to be burning in the radio but when I reached the scene, it had already finished burning. I wanted to look more but that would be awfully dangerous. I just pray that nobody got hurt in the burning bus.<br />
Maybe this was what God didn't want me to witness happening.<br />
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I was extra careful on my home. The day was getting dark and I prayed it wouldn't rain. One thing, if not more, that I learnt from the day is that no matter how careful I drive, I still need to be vigilant from the other drivers and motorists.<br />
I honked on my horn today. First time doing so to another person on the road. And I honked TWICE in merely just minutes away! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[On separate occasions that is.]</span> No, I did not honk because I am a Malaysian. Only because those cars almost knocked me! Usually I would slow down to let them come into my lane, but be fair. I can't step on my brakes abruptly just to let you in. And you obviously saw me coming!! I know because you stopped when I was oncoming from a distance away and you hadn't had your signal lights on! Be fair! I'm just a baby on the road. Don't bully me! =(<br />
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Oh, God, please give me strength to face driving again tomorrow. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">♥</span>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-51310099378666088332010-11-26T10:50:00.001+08:002010-12-02T20:59:50.904+08:00Facial Treat I'm Enjoying.Had a super awesome time relaxing while getting pampered with massages and masks yesterday. It was so soothing I could fall asleep just there. Except that the headrest was a little too hard to my liking. Hehe.<br />
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Thanks to Nuffnang ads, I got to know of this free giveaway from <a href="http://www.skin11.com.my/">Skin11</a> about a month ago. Being the unusual me, I actually filled up the form and waited to see what will happen. Sure enough, I got a call and an appointment was immediately set. Yay!<br />
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But sadly though, stuffs happened along the way and my appointment had to be postponed and postponed. This part, my bad.<br />
The last time I called, my appointment was somehow <i>not recorded</i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[I think they gave up on me!] </span>and the giveaway period would be expired by the time the next appointment could be made. So, oh well, I thought. What's not meant to be, would not be. I can't blame them entirely, it started with my schedule's fault afterall. I let it go and moved on.<br />
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Until I picked up a call on Wednesday. The person on the other line was asking if I have received my free facial treatment. Incautiously, I told her what happened and why my appointment was never realized.<br />
Surprising enough, she actually apologized for the mistakes and offered me another appointment date even though the promotion date is way overdue.<br />
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<i>Whoop-dee-doo</i>!! Anxious and thrilled, I was given a 3-step facial treatment which includes cleansing, extraction and mosturising. I think that's what the process is named <i>if</i> I had not remembered it wrongly. Well, don't blame me. I wasn't 100% attentive. It basically went in the right ear and out the left. Can't help it. Blame it on the superbly comforting environment. Makes you drifts off reality for a little while. =)<br />
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Thing was, the moment she saw me, all she really sees is my dry cracking skin. <i>Daymmmm</i>!!! Is it really that obvious?? Pfftt...<br />
To prove how dry and cracking my skin is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[oh noesssss!!!]</span>, I was '<i>scanned</i>' and explained of the condition. Oh well, this is really much easier than my gap assessment's debrief session. =)<br />
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I went through an almost 2-hours of layers and layers of masks. They smell so nice, all natural and fruit-eh! <i>Yums</i>! I was also given a back and shoulder massage. Very brief one but very enjoyable indeed. My stiff shoulder was so much more relaxed at the end of it. Although...I could use a longer rub there. Heh!<br />
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I couldn't help but kept patting my cheeks with my fingers after. It felt so firm and smooth and well, moisturized! Then again, fingers are dirty and I sure wouldn't want to appear too vain in a restaurant. Haha.<br />
Aww, I wish my face's like this every single day! But beauty comes with a price. A high price, at that. Think twice before wishing then. Hehe.<br />
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A vain-pot's photo.<br />
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It may not be that visible due to the quality of the photo. But I love it like that. =)<br />
It still is refreshing to have smooth skin once again. I'm loving it. Wonder how long it'll last and when's the next time. Hah!<br />
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A girl can always wish. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">♥</span>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-22052935034219983612010-11-09T12:10:00.008+08:002010-11-09T21:32:53.276+08:00OTR Nightmare Starts.And so it's Tuesday. Second day driving <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*jeng jeng jeng*</span></i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><b>alone</b></span> to and from work. Pretty liberating, I must add.<br />
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Recounting the first day experience to Bii <i>yesternight</i>, I was as excited as a child on her first day to playschool. All the nerves are loosen, so to speak. I actually had fun. Of course not <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;">during</span> the drive, but definitely after. Hehe.<br />
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Fine. I admit it's nothing to shout about....for you. But it is a big step for me! A<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> huge</span></span> step indeed.<br />
<div>No, I did not<i> just</i> got my driver's licence. So there isn't the need to congratulate me for that. In fact, I've renewed my licence like twice!<br />
No, I do not wonder how I passed my driving test although I do admit I'm very afraid of things happening because of my driving skills. It haunts me!!<br />
Yes, I have hence avoided myself from all opportunities to drive for the past..let me count...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">FIVE</span> years! <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*gasp*</span></i><br />
Don't blame me. The first few experiences weren't exactly encouraging, so to speak.<br />
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But this time, thanks to my Sister and my baby nephew, I am forced to <i>'be independent'</i>. I've anticipated this day for so long that I dreaded it! It's so liberating, yet so full of petrifying responsibilities!<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*pats on the back* </span></i>I'm so glad I made it. I'm actually so full of pride with myself. <i>Hohoho</i>~<br />
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Like my replies to all well-wishers <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Thank You Very Much! =)] </span>- the driving was good...parking, not so.<br />
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So embarrassing that I had to stop a random guy in the carpark to help me position my car, well, in the box. Mommy said it's okay and the guy would understand my situation considering that my car has a '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"><b>P</b></span></span>' sticker stuck on it! <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*sweats*</span></i> Mommy, <i>ermm</i>, thank you?<br />
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I must say, it's not my fault okay. It's the fault of whoever that leave the car at that particular spot disrupting me performing my awesome parking skills. Let me show you.<br />
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Hahaha! I can't believe I went through the trouble to prettily sketch the situation out! This is how far I would go to prove it! I believe it wouldn't have been such a hassle and I wouldn't have had a near heart-attack if it hadn't been for the<i> 'kacau' </i>car. <i>Hrmph</i>. Although I must add that I was really nervous and <i>mayyyy</i> not have think soberly. <i>Pffftt</i>. Still, he/she started it.<br />
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After the car is in place, I finally realize why the spot was empty and I got it. Water was dripping from the top. God knows where it came from. When I '<i>so happen</i>' to go to my car an hour or two later, the black MyVi beside mine has left. Thank you, God.<br />
Shifting my Potato over to that spot was a breeze. In fact, it was so fun I took my own sweet time adjusting and reversing and moving forward and adjusting again. Perfect parking skill. Hah!<br />
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Hoping that I do not have to repeat this ordeal, I left home earlier. I actually even drove a little faster on the MEX highway <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[yes, the straight one]</span> - another story of its own. Maybe because it rained earlier, there were more cars on the road today. And the traffic was bad in Jalan Pantai Baharu.<br />
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Guess what. Parking spaces left - zero. That's only LG2, so I drove to LG4 with high hopes. Seeing the long queue and concluding that it's full too, I decided to go for the paid ones. RM6, RM10. Whatever. I have a breakfast date with Bii.<br />
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As I drove past LG4 entrance, parking spaces left as shown - 21. Thrilled, I drove a round back and joined in the queue. Fourth in line, parking spaces left - 0. <i>Gahhhhh</i>!!!<br />
Next time, I'm not gonna go for another turn before I join in the queue. Don't matter if I do not know what the queue is for or for how long! Queue first, questions later.<br />
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I waited for a whole hour<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [if not more]</span> for my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">chance </span>to enter to the carpark! Space...not quite guaranteed.<br />
When one vehicle exits and the red Kelisa in front of mine enters, I saw it at the entrance/exit area again a few ages later. We were frantically ordering the lady, from afar, to exit and pass the baton to me so that I would then<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"> represent</span> her search for the available space. Haha.<br />
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Oh yes, Bii was with me in the car already. Thank God for that. But poor darling was so tired after a night's work yet still have to bear with this and no breakfast!<br />
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Then again, God knows best. If it hadn't for Bii, I might still be wandering down there in the carpark! My Potato is parked pretty illegally right now. We rounded the place many times but the empty parking space is well, just not before my eyes <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[and his]</span>. Many empty <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">reserved</span> slots though.<i> Grrrr</i>.<br />
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Oh well, I'm gonna go check on it later at lunchtime and shift it if, and when, possible. Please, pray that it won't get clamped or anything. Pray that no scratches too. <i>Brrr</i>~</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-34093029432587578832010-11-01T21:40:00.000+08:002010-11-01T22:04:14.807+08:00He's Here!<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ahhhh</i>....</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's earlier than expected! </div><div style="text-align: center;">It isn't a week yet. It's not even the weekend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He's here!! He's here!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so excited. It's time to rejoice, no matter what!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Whoop-dee-doo</i>. I can't wait for weekend to come!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Sayang sayang balik</i> you later okay?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't cry. Don't be scared.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll be home soon, honey!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mwahs</i>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Congratulations, honey!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy birthday, my love!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); line-height: 20px; ">♥♥♥</span></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-85291028855156847202010-11-01T09:00:00.001+08:002010-11-01T09:00:02.723+08:00OTR Nightmare.<div style="text-align: center;">It's November.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Time is running out on me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It'll happen soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm scared.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As excited as I am, I'm terrified!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not only for my own good.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But also for my baby's sake.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Will I ever awaken the tiger's courage in me on this one?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Gahhhh</i>!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fingers crossed.</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-12491769408674537392010-10-26T23:25:00.003+08:002010-10-27T16:52:09.221+08:00Takers With NuffNang.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfoK7JsdhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/iYyhtgOG_a4/s1600/Takers+2.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lord giveth and Lord taketh away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMabDDokjBI/AAAAAAAAA38/6xoBAPRk_KE/s1600/Nuffie1.png"></a><div>Don't ask me why, but that phrase lingers in my head everytime I see this movie title.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMaTarCWjCI/AAAAAAAAA30/Yo6TmQj7rJo/s1600/TAKERS+-+Online+Keyart.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMaTarCWjCI/AAAAAAAAA30/Yo6TmQj7rJo/s320/TAKERS+-+Online+Keyart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532271278709705762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Last night, for the first time ever <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[if I hadn't mistaken]</span>, I won a pair of free movie passes. Movie tickets that I don't pay for in dates are definitely not counted. So, yes, I was as excited as a country bumpkin going to town. </div><div><br /></div><div>The very second I read the email received, I knew that I'd be a potato-head if I do not reply like, pronto. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMabDDokjBI/AAAAAAAAA38/6xoBAPRk_KE/s1600/Nuffie1.png"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMabDDokjBI/AAAAAAAAA38/6xoBAPRk_KE/s200/Nuffie1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532279669088619538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">[Show-off purposes, let's keep it small. Hah!]</div></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Since then I have been so worried that maybe, just maybe, Nuffnang did not receive my confirmation email and revoke my invites.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> *sobz*</span> At the same time, I continually and covertly bug Bii not to forget about our date on Monday. And specifically demanded that he not be late. I could even picture myself shopping in MidValley after work, waiting for the time to come that we collect those free passes. Hah!</div><div><br /></div><div>Reasons for my being - </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>1. The tickets are free.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>2. It's Nuffnang. 'Nuff said.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>3. Hayden Christensen, <i>babeh</i>! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*drools*oh, sexy butt?*LOL*</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfn95WJ2DI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-cVFr8OmKqY/s1600/Takers+4.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfn95WJ2DI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-cVFr8OmKqY/s320/Takers+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532645717799721010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTJO7aZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/j5Eeev3hIgA/s1600/DSCN3716.JPG"></a><div>Ironically, we almost got there late because of yours truly, <i>mua</i>. With a very good excuse, at that - catching up with my first friends on job. Or how they prefer to call it the "corrupted family". </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTFsFGvI/AAAAAAAAA4U/QGkA3P2l8tg/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTFsFGvI/AAAAAAAAA4U/QGkA3P2l8tg/s320/DSCN3709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532363507401825010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Oh, by late, I meant to say we are not the first 15 people in line. Haha! C'mon. First 15 people got free-gifts <i>leh</i>. Can't I be <i>kiasu</i> once awhile? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*pfftt*</i></span></div><div>So sad to see many others getting the Nuffnang tee, of which I totally have no idea how they got it. Bummer.</div><div>Extra bummer when there were no special welcome for the country bumpkin, <i>mua</i>. Hehe. </div><div><br /></div><div>Consolations. I got two pin badges. Haha. Oh, shush. What a sadist. </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTJO7aZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/j5Eeev3hIgA/s1600/DSCN3716.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTJO7aZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/j5Eeev3hIgA/s320/DSCN3716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532363508353296786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTFsFGvI/AAAAAAAAA4U/QGkA3P2l8tg/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"></a></div><div>Thank you, Nuffnang. It was a nice movie anyway. I especially love the part when Jake a.k.a the Chris Brown was running away. The way he jumps about had left Jackie Chan behind to <i>makan</i> his dust. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*spoiler alert*oh, too late?*no?*</span></i> Hehe. If only the cameramen could be more efficient though. </div><div><br /></div><div>For most of the exciting scenes, we were left frowning our eyebrows out trying to see the actions. Seriously, there's no need for that. Because no matter, noone can see anything. I'm not sure if this is to compensate on the lack of action<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [which I totally doubt so]</span> . You know how it is, blur it all out so that noone see the flaw.<i> Yada yada</i>. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Naww</i>. Whatta waste. But other than that. One and a half thumbs up! :) <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*cheers*</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfoK7JsdhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/iYyhtgOG_a4/s1600/Takers+2.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfoK7JsdhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/iYyhtgOG_a4/s320/Takers+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532645941622634002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfn95WJ2DI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-cVFr8OmKqY/s1600/Takers+4.jpg"></a></span></span></i></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-87806596548241665712010-10-26T12:00:00.000+08:002010-10-26T12:00:02.400+08:00Photo-Loaded Sibu Travelogue. [Part 3]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZNs1Rw2cI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-Dn__l7EFVY/s1600/101010+299.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: left;">Can't. Resist. It.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here's the continuation. </div><div><br /></div><div>Next destination - the seven-storey Pagoda! :)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMYwVrNiujI/AAAAAAAAA1U/KMuqpICKRzo/s1600/101010+245.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMYwVrNiujI/AAAAAAAAA1U/KMuqpICKRzo/s320/101010+245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532162341206145586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Since it wasn't too far away from the <a href="http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-loaded-sibu-travelogue-part-2.html">Sibu Sentral Market</a>, we traveled on foot. Thus having the opportunity to snap this.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMYxLObFN0I/AAAAAAAAA1c/2-9qRldlexk/s1600/101010+243.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMYxLObFN0I/AAAAAAAAA1c/2-9qRldlexk/s320/101010+243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532163261191239490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div>All, or rather a BIG majority, of the road signs here in Sibu have at least two languages on it. Note: at least. I know I sound like a real country bumpkin here but I totally dig the idea of brushing up my Chinese through this method.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [Hah!]</span></div><div>Okay, that probably was not 100% true but I really like the whole atmosphere that these signs create. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Hah!]</span></div><div>Whatever. Bumpkin or not, it was absolutely fresh to see different road-signs. Makes you feel outta town!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [Hah!]</span> <i>Isk</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, some parts of Sibu really reminds me of Malacca. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY09VE0a4I/AAAAAAAAA1k/qRTq3I6Sx90/s1600/101010+240.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY09VE0a4I/AAAAAAAAA1k/qRTq3I6Sx90/s320/101010+240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532167420505254786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>Okay, to be fair, this part of town reminds me of good ol' Penang too. Somewhere along Beach Street. Matter-of-factly, it does look alike to many old towns in Malaysia. Teehee~ Scrap that about Malacca then. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*pfftt*</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Oh</i>, on a side note, congratulations to <a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/10/21/nation/7269662&sec=nation">Malacca</a> to have been branded as a developed state in Malaysia. Hooray! Finally! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to Sibu, quoted from "<a href="http://www.isarawak.com.my/cmsis/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=63&Itemid=27">Inside Sarawak</a>", the pagoda is "<i>claimed to be more beautiful than the same of its kind in South Each Asia and even Taiwan</i>". I can't judge since I hadn't been to all countries in South East Asia. But I gotta agree that the pagoda is really very beautifully proportioned and the designs are superbly amazing. Adjacent to the pagoda is a <i>Tua Pek Kong </i>temple. For more detailed information of this distinguish landmark and some miracles related to the statue of <i>Tua Pek Kong</i>, click <a href="http://borneotip.blogspot.com/2008/07/tua-pek-kong-temple-sibu.html">this</a>.</div><div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY6HcsWvHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/_glU6Tab4yE/s1600/p3.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY6HcsWvHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/_glU6Tab4yE/s320/p3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532173091906960498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">Apparently there are carvings around the temple which tells the story of early Chinese settlers when they first step foot on Sibu land. Sadly enough, I did not pay too much attention on them. <i>Gahhh</i>! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*pulls hair*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY09VE0a4I/AAAAAAAAA1k/qRTq3I6Sx90/s1600/101010+240.JPG"></a></div><div>However, do not forget to hug on this okay. The dragon-head tortoise! May we all prosper in health and wealth! <i>Bwahahaha</i>~~</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY7usMsh0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/dLxVIL0CUFA/s1600/101010+250.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY7usMsh0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/dLxVIL0CUFA/s320/101010+250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532174865595664194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Also, you must, must, must enter the pagoda and climb up those stairs. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY8lDQf-4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Rz7FQfG1QcI/s1600/101010+253.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY8lDQf-4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Rz7FQfG1QcI/s320/101010+253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532175799498570626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>You definitely do not want to miss out on the panaromic view of the Rajang River, the longest river in Malaysia, and the scenic old town by the river.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY9HPu0v6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/_CLt4gMqdm8/s1600/101010+255.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY9HPu0v6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/_CLt4gMqdm8/s320/101010+255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532176386962538402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY9_zX4oQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lRdL1V7DZhE/s1600/101010+257.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY9_zX4oQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lRdL1V7DZhE/s320/101010+257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532177358602674434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">[Getting nostalgic watching the river flows.]</div></span></div><div><br /></div><div>There are many artifacts on almost each floor of the pagoda. But I was afraid and cautious not to touch anything for fear that I would break them. Definitely not want to mess up in a holy temple. But we can't resist on the bell!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY_eMb68_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_uKeKyL-msw/s1600/101010+266.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY_eMb68_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_uKeKyL-msw/s320/101010+266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532178980238193650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hahaha. Kids just wanna have fun. <i>Amitabha</i>! <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*serious face*</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZA75SFrlI/AAAAAAAAA20/VK9wLKOWsFk/s1600/101010+272.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZA75SFrlI/AAAAAAAAA20/VK9wLKOWsFk/s320/101010+272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532180590004383314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Bii and I met up with Sam in the late afternoon. The moment we hopped in to his 4-wheel drive, he told us that he'll show us Sibu. The whole of Sibu! In less than a quarter of a day?! Are you kidding me?</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZE__3Ne-I/AAAAAAAAA28/QahB3-5rfIo/s1600/101010+322.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZE__3Ne-I/AAAAAAAAA28/QahB3-5rfIo/s320/101010+322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532185058536684514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Well, obviously he was not. He was practically driving from end to end of Sibu. Drove us to<i> Pulau Li Hua</i>, the man-made island in Sibu with crazily-huge mansions built on it. Not one picture I took could ever fit the view of the whole residence. Exaggerative? Not. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIgiMKdMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kUT1n0RPghA/s1600/101010+282.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIgiMKdMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kUT1n0RPghA/s320/101010+282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532188916042069186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure if I'd ever want to live on a sinking man-made island, but the scenery and environment around the area is really superb. Quiet and serene.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZGy08rhbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/UHujMQrU-Js/s1600/p8.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZGy08rhbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/UHujMQrU-Js/s320/p8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532187031291790770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Scrap serenity. I just remembered of the night activities in cars parked along the roads that Sam told us about. <i>Hrmph</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>From where we were, we could see the bridge which links both banks of Rajang River. And as I was saying, Sam was driving from end to end of Sibu. That was the exact reason why Bii and I were frantically telling Sam not to cross the bridge. <i>L-O-L</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIv0mGUEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8y3o8VRSAos/s1600/101010+284.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIv0mGUEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8y3o8VRSAos/s320/101010+284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532189178680725570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIgiMKdMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kUT1n0RPghA/s1600/101010+282.JPG"></a></div><div>Of course Sam wasn't planning to, instead he took a U-turn under the bridge.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZKfdOti9I/AAAAAAAAA3k/QSY-B2HCAJg/s1600/101010+287.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZKfdOti9I/AAAAAAAAA3k/QSY-B2HCAJg/s320/101010+287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532191096553966546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>If you look carefully on the photo above, the trees from both sides of the road are actually growing towards one another forming what seems like an arch. It felt so autumn-y the moment we moved in under the<i> 'arch'</i>. Escaped alive from the 40++°C weather outside of this. Exaggerative? Again, no.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIv0mGUEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8y3o8VRSAos/s1600/101010+284.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This landscape reminds me of the one in Taiping. Unique behavior of the nature. Where the trees from the opposite of the road had its branches grown towards the lake. Smartly enough, it grew overhead the road, allowing cars to pass under it. It looks exactly like as if the trees are reaching out its hand to get feed on some water. Even the trees are drying up from the heat of the sun. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZNs1Rw2cI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-Dn__l7EFVY/s1600/101010+299.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZNs1Rw2cI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-Dn__l7EFVY/s320/101010+299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194624882399682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div>The driving tour ended at this park on the riverbank of Rajang River. From here, one could get the scenic view of sunset overlooking the Rajang River. Perfect place to spend a wonderful evening with your family. I shall continue about this in the next post. We came here twice in two days. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZKfdOti9I/AAAAAAAAA3k/QSY-B2HCAJg/s1600/101010+287.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Too. Many. Photos.</div><div><br /></div><div>So this can't end yet! Next up. The preparation and the wedding!</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-41338830703443379192010-10-20T13:00:00.001+08:002010-10-26T10:50:36.768+08:00Photo-Loaded Sibu Travelogue. [Part 2]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5hGFUwNzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/e68vX4RBFmA/s1600/p9.jpg"></a><i>Wokays</i>. Time to continue on to day 2, unless God forbids so. =)<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5AshTN7dI/AAAAAAAAAzM/h0aZFBBYet0/s1600/101010+175.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5AshTN7dI/AAAAAAAAAzM/h0aZFBBYet0/s320/101010+175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529928526054944210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div>First destination of the day -- <i>Pasar Sentral Sibu</i>. The place is packed with at least over a thousand mini-stalls. Don't blame me for totally believing it when I was told that <i>this</i> is the largest marketplace in South East Asia. I can't seem to find any proof to it but I won't say it's not possible. At least, it<i> is</i> the largest marketplace I have ever seen!</div><div><br /></div><div>Standing on the fourth storey of the carpark building, I was already <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[literally!]</span> jumping up and down in excitement looking at what's before my eyes. Thing was, it's not even <s>half</s> quarter of what the whole place is!!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5GTiZgHpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0epmBMbGHPY/s1600/101010+156.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5GTiZgHpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0epmBMbGHPY/s320/101010+156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529934693922774674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[First view at Sibu Central Market]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5GTiZgHpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0epmBMbGHPY/s1600/101010+156.JPG"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5HHMtlpDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9uzWd_RTmys/s1600/101010+176.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5HHMtlpDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9uzWd_RTmys/s320/101010+176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529935581454640178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Wet area of the market.]</span></div><div><br /></div><div>The sight that really amuses me is definitely the poultry - being sold alive!! What's uncommon here <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[in the west]</span> is definitely nothing more than just the usual there<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [in the east]</span>! Funny yet saddening. What more can they do besides waiting patiently for someone to purchase them, bring them on their last journey and get slaughtered?<i> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*sobz*</i></span></div><div>The cruelty of life. I'd rather have them placed in front of my eyes without those feathers and clucking, or quacking. At least then, cooking would be easier. So is eating.</div><div>The selfishness in me. =(</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5Jk59zXgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RLGCSCpyZsg/s1600/p7.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5Jk59zXgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RLGCSCpyZsg/s320/p7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529938290841705986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Anyway, deal with it. On the bright side, I get to see that the black chicken does not have black feathers. In fact, they don't look the same dead and alive. And I met a shy duck. And I saw a mother hen pooping out an egg. Well, not the process of so but enough to know who laid the egg. Oh, the heart of a mother.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i> *sobz*</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5NH4SsKlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ppPn8Q82oSY/s1600/101010+185.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5NH4SsKlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ppPn8Q82oSY/s320/101010+185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529942190222748242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*bzzzt*</i></span> Let's look at something...not alive. Trust me, you could find almost <i>anything</i> in this marketplace. The stuffs being sold are superbly cheap too, needless to compare. But many of which I would never <i>ever</i> put into my mouth. For example, these <i>paku-pakis</i>. Cheap but...<i>nyahhhh</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5N-Q1XXJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IMUpsKpkl3o/s1600/p1.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5N-Q1XXJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IMUpsKpkl3o/s320/p1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529943124523572370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>And also this!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5P9HrprVI/AAAAAAAAAz8/oy4ANzmlSb4/s1600/101010+192.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5P9HrprVI/AAAAAAAAAz8/oy4ANzmlSb4/s320/101010+192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529945303910296914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5P9hfczVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fTDEXQupeCY/s1600/101010+194.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5P9hfczVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fTDEXQupeCY/s320/101010+194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529945310838443346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">[The head looks like lychee seed, isn't it?]</div></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay fine, so it is alive. You should have seen it wriggle!<i> Teehee</i>~ You should have seen <i>us</i> wriggle too! </div><div>Though we may look disgusted, we actually enjoy the little fellas. Not the taste of it but the look of it. Spent what seemed like an eternity<i> aah</i>-ing and <i>eww</i>-ing at one stall, walk about for probably a minute or less, come back to the same stall <i>eee</i>-ing and <i>urgh</i>-ing for another eternity.</div><div>Yes, we're the little <i>'mountain tortoises'</i> from the Peninsular. Deal with it.</div><div><br /></div><div>One stall owner was nice enough to offer us one of whatever-you-named-that-thing. Of course nobody dared to eat it up! So again the<i> 'mountain tortoises'</i> continued our little routine. <i>Hah</i>!<i> </i></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5TUMEF7ZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pzoHFxHedck/s1600/p2.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5TUMEF7ZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pzoHFxHedck/s320/p2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529948998758428050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div>Anyone up for food now? :) </div><div>For breakfast, we headed to the marketplace's food court. So many stalls, which to choose? While on the search, I couldn't help but notice this.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5YbHzIgQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/WmOG9MSPDKs/s1600/101010+158.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5YbHzIgQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/WmOG9MSPDKs/s320/101010+158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529954615430775042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">First time ever seeing fishes being displayed in this manner! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Kampua</i>, <i>kampua</i>! The search ends at this one stall, supposedly the best in the food court - I think <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[anyway, I forgot the name, no photos either]</span>. After much hassle making us understand who's territory is this and that, we were finally seated and orders taken. Pity the customers <i>la</i>! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*hrmph*</i></span></div><div>What more Foochow dialect was the primary spoken language in Sibu! Imagine the question marks we had bouncing on top of our heads! Luckily enough we had one translator with us. And lucky for me, a menu board with romanized words!</div><div><br /></div><div>I just realised I never took a photo of the <i>kampua mee </i>I ate. Guess I was too hungry then. Wait...was it <i>kampua</i> that I ate?? <i>Hehe</i>. Anyway, for your eyes' feasting only.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eCTCva2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/mjfdBdcxETw/s1600/101010+161.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eCTCva2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/mjfdBdcxETw/s320/101010+161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529960786022067042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Sarawak laksa. I didn't eat this particular one but I ate it nonetheless and it tastes just like a bowl of plain curry mee, without<i> lemak santan</i>. Is that what it's supposed to taste like?</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eCmPwN3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/EjeTHZi7foc/s1600/101010+169.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eCmPwN3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/EjeTHZi7foc/s320/101010+169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529960791176918898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>Sibu Foochow's probably most favourite food. Red wine chicken <i>mee sua</i> noodles in soup. This particular one is not exactly my favourite.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eC7aJvWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JSfUZLBgYbg/s1600/101010+171.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eC7aJvWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JSfUZLBgYbg/s320/101010+171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529960796857679202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>I don't know what this is, but it looks tempting for breakfast.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eDFlRA5I/AAAAAAAAA00/BW7Lj8N0IR4/s1600/101010+173.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eDFlRA5I/AAAAAAAAA00/BW7Lj8N0IR4/s320/101010+173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529960799588647826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>Fried <i>kuey teow</i>, I believe? </div><div>The blurry effect of the photo could be because that I'm already eating my own food when this arrived. <i>Haha</i>!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eDc4RQtI/AAAAAAAAA08/JCpF3hPVRv0/s1600/101010+166.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eDc4RQtI/AAAAAAAAA08/JCpF3hPVRv0/s320/101010+166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529960805842371282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a>Bii's favourite <i>kong piang</i>. I was told that this version is very different from the one they have in Lumut, Perak. I'm still waiting to try that. But this one here, it tastes like bread with ham in the middle and soaked in a plate of dark saucy-soup thingy. Nothing over-the-head special but I like it. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>And finally...a cuppa 3-layered-tea.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5gfMc9hFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/c8YOvviBZk8/s1600/101010+163.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5gfMc9hFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/c8YOvviBZk8/s320/101010+163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529963481492456530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a>...with full disappointment! Do not ask me why it's green. I don't care either. It's tasteless! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*sulks*</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well, just remember not to leave the marketplace - and Sibu, without buying any of these. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*cheers*</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5hGFUwNzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/e68vX4RBFmA/s1600/p9.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5hGFUwNzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/e68vX4RBFmA/s320/p9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529964149593880370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-31805874687863376712010-10-15T13:00:00.001+08:002010-10-20T11:34:46.272+08:00Photo-Loaded Sibu Travelogue. [Part 1]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfnh4HNPKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dND9I16SIu4/s1600/p4.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Ah, I'd better write this down before I forget any splendid detail of the trip. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*winks*</i></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Last week, packed with a superbly good reason and a faithful luggage bag, I took my first step onto our country's other continent. All-expense-paid. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*evil chuckles*</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLbELvXHVBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QNJoFfILb-4/s1600/101010+202.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLbELvXHVBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QNJoFfILb-4/s320/101010+202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527821298614883346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[The good reason.]</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>If it hadn't been for this chance, God knows when this <i>first</i> trip would be. So, yeap, there we were. In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.sibu.gov.my/?ruid=1&wpid=2">Sibu, Sarawak</a></span></b></span>! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLbGcM1wprI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7jredVDSmS0/s1600/101010+299.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLbGcM1wprI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7jredVDSmS0/s320/101010+299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527823780429211314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">[Proof of stepping on Sibu land.]</div></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Excitedly on Friday evening, all <b><i>fourteen</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> of us boarded the plane. <i>Teehee</i>~ I never knew the elder generation could be as <i>bising</i> as us youngsters do<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [besides gossiping]</span>. But that's exactly where the fun really starts. </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffwy4PPyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yJrI9bPxo-A/s1600/p11.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffwy4PPyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yJrI9bPxo-A/s320/p11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528133097004941090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfUDUvDhpI/AAAAAAAAAxk/q5F7i9Myxnk/s1600/101010+111.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center; "></div></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[At the Senai International Airport, before departure.]</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The journey on the flight to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [and fro, actually]</span> Sibu, </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">contradictorily,</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> is really torturing. Trapped in a plane with noisy kids are superbly annoying. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*sighs*</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfTXgo43qI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AnlAKtuYM-4/s1600/p5.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfTXgo43qI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AnlAKtuYM-4/s320/p5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528119468472458914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfDxyBfLNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/7FYXRmAiBaU/s200/101010+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528102327629589714" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">We decided to try the plane food since Bii said the <i>nasi lemak</i> on board is highly recommended. Sadly though, the "highly recommended" food is only available for orders online. So we opt for the consolation prize. Haha. Yeap, also <i>nasi lemak</i>! Not with curry chicken but with <i>sotong</i>! Yum yum~</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Cost us RM10! Super expensive! Super small portion! <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*sobz*</span></i></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Yet no complains because we kinda expected that. And knowingly that we're gonna attack "<i>kampua mee</i>" right after settling down. Funny how we joked about eating "<i>kampua mee</i>" and drink "<i>san se nai cha</i>" (3-layered tea). Sure enough, that's what we did right after settling this many luggages <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*points below*</i></span> into the nice, comfy hotel.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffxGDYM3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/wsdHwqsAiMA/s1600/p12.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffxGDYM3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/wsdHwqsAiMA/s320/p12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528133102151938930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffwy4PPyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yJrI9bPxo-A/s1600/p11.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Arriving at Sibu Airport.]</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfQJ3oXoaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/U7vRHqkx3cs/s1600/p6.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfQJ3oXoaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/U7vRHqkx3cs/s320/p6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528115935591244194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Unload, gather, check in, move.]</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffx_8eawI/AAAAAAAAAyE/zHwDdvaqrC8/s1600/101010+123.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffx_8eawI/AAAAAAAAAyE/zHwDdvaqrC8/s320/101010+123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528133117692242690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">[Ahhhh! Super cheap rates!!! 'Nuff said.]</div></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffxbWISJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CQk5ZKx1hcU/s1600/101010+128.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center; "></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank God for the <i>nasi lemak</i> on board. Else, we'd definitely have fainted before reaching to our food, especially after moving <i>that </i>many luggages!! And thank God we lived near the Sibu central bus station, so the eatery is open 24 hours. </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffxbWISJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CQk5ZKx1hcU/s1600/101010+128.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffxbWISJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CQk5ZKx1hcU/s320/101010+128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528133107867732114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>FYI, Sibu people goes to bed even earlier than Malaccans<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (I'm talking to Shad here)</span>. <i>Hoho</i>~! Shops are closed by 10pm and roads are cleared by 11pm! :)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfDxyBfLNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/7FYXRmAiBaU/s1600/101010+044.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway! Here's my first "<i>kampua mee</i>" with added ingredients. Oh, yummy!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfnhpqpDQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CP0E23G1Kl4/s1600/101010+119.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfnhpqpDQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CP0E23G1Kl4/s320/101010+119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528141632926977282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Here's the normal version of "<i>kampua mee</i>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [from the same stall]</span>. I'm sure we never came all the way here to only eat anything as plain and normal right? So, why not try both. <i>Teehee</i>~ I love both anyway. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfUDUvDhpI/AAAAAAAAAxk/q5F7i9Myxnk/s1600/101010+111.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfUDUvDhpI/AAAAAAAAAxk/q5F7i9Myxnk/s320/101010+111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528120221191341714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfTXgo43qI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AnlAKtuYM-4/s1600/p5.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center; "></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">And of course not forgetting my 3-layered tea. Available only in Sarawak. Correct me if I'm wrong. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*winks*</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfnh4HNPKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dND9I16SIu4/s1600/p4.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfnh4HNPKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dND9I16SIu4/s320/p4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528141636804885666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div>Okay, <i>tata</i>. That's all for Part 1. I don't like that my blogposts too long, so I'm gonna put the travelogue in few parts. Furthermore, I don't wanna post this up too late. Judging from the speed that I'm writing, that tends to happen. :)</div><div>So wait up for Part 2. Bear with me. TQVM.</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-17434228022483043722010-10-08T23:53:00.005+08:002010-10-15T13:35:41.463+08:00Short Sneaky Post.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfoAdJGMUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/O7Nh9_40VGM/s1600/101010+058.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: left;">Sneak a little peak into my laptop to log on to my Restaurant City...and to post a sneaky update of my whereabout for the weekend.<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*grins*</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Flown across the South China Sea to a continent I have never been to for all these years.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfn_944oiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kEyuQaaZBCM/s1600/101010+041.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfn_944oiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kEyuQaaZBCM/s320/101010+041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528142153751503394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div></span></span></div><div>Now I can proudly say I am an '<i>anak Malaysia</i>'. Flying is fun! :)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfoAdJGMUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/O7Nh9_40VGM/s1600/101010+058.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfoAdJGMUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/O7Nh9_40VGM/s320/101010+058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528142162141000002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfn_944oiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kEyuQaaZBCM/s1600/101010+041.JPG"></a></span></span></span></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-26574207418672258342010-09-30T23:59:00.008+08:002010-10-01T09:41:25.437+08:00DiGi iPhone 4 Life.<div style="text-align: left;">I would totally sound like a hypocrite if I say I'm gonna go iDiGi for life starting from <u>this mo</u>. Because first, I need to have an iPhone! </div><div style="text-align: left;">iPhone 4, that is, please. <i>Teehee</i>~</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so excited, acting like I own the dainty little gadget already. <i>Lookie</i>! Me photo on an iPhone. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTUbHa9zaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P7ibYQuaPHw/s1600/2010-06-24.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTUbHa9zaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P7ibYQuaPHw/s320/2010-06-24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522772605376777634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">[Yum yum. I see you, iPhone.]</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, <i>lookie</i>! There's more. Here goes. <i>Hahh</i>!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTUaySStjI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1QLAvJqFrlA/s320/2010-04-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522772599703254578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I'm a little<i> kiasu</i>. But hey, I see the pot's calling the kettle black, <i>huh</i>! </div><div>But aren't we all excited with it's coming? So near yet so far. <i>Hrmm</i>..</div><div><br /></div><div>That photo isn't me? Are you sure? Can you positively, 100% confirms that you're undoubtedly sure it isn't me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [when I'm just a tiny toddler]</span>?</div><div>And <i>that's</i> the little sneak peak into my next post some time in October. Hehe! Can you guess it right? =)</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me spam some more. I'm so proud myself! =D</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTTfZb7HEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/oV2aspL1Cgw/s1600/dsc00423.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTTfZb7HEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/oV2aspL1Cgw/s200/dsc00423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522771579420482626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTTe47niOI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Y_XfYcFBa3g/s1600/dsc03604.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTTe47niOI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Y_XfYcFBa3g/s200/dsc03604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522771570695047394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /></a><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTTfGOjVwI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ySqn-jHBvCA/s200/08082010017-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522771574264125186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>Last post of the month as well. In well a little less than a minute, it's his birthday!! </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">*heart* </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">you, Bii.</span></span> More than the iPhone 4. No doubt. <i>Teehee</i>~ </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTUbTFCOeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9FxUfc6baC0/s320/Desktop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522772608506018274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div>Sorry, Apple and DiGi <i>and </i>Nuffnang. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*mwahs*</span></i></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-38995298145195153082010-09-29T23:58:00.002+08:002010-10-01T01:45:52.680+08:00DiGi iPhone 4 Real.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKLqc_6dEsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/g50wO3sJGhk/s1600/untitled9.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKLqc_6dEsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/g50wO3sJGhk/s320/untitled9.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522233877023494850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKGE6E1V0SI/AAAAAAAAAsw/r9ckwwMaMqo/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKGE6E1V0SI/AAAAAAAAAsw/r9ckwwMaMqo/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521840751397687586" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The first thing I did when I saw the above iDiGi plan was to copy-paste the link and email to Bii for confirmation! Yes, it sounded too good to be true. And yes, I'm blind to fineprints.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Bii confirmed it's true. And no fineprints included. Except the fact that iPhone 4 is not included in the package. Hahahaha! Think I'm blind <i>ka</i>?! How insulting!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Although I'm pretty doubtful about this... </div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, you see, I truly believe that I'm not colour-blind. No Sir, no, not at all. But are the Yellow Men really going<span class="Apple-style-span"> green </span>or is it just me? </div><div style="text-align: left;">Because, if it's not, then why else would they be encouraging people to go for Auto-billing?! With a rebate of RM5 per month! What nice people they are. How thoughtful.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can you imagine saving the trouble to transport your good-self to the nearest DiGi store when everything goes automatic? Just let DiGi "<u>automatically debit these bill amounts to the Customer's charge/credit card account</u>" and <i>walla</i>~ you save much more in return! :)</div><div style="text-align: left;">You save your time, your energy, your petrol, parking fee, possibility of getting a summon, the sweat, the wait for the bill in the post-box, the paper used to print the invoice, yada yada yada. And now another RM5 off the bill?! Oh, the bliss. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I'll never forget a bill from now on and risk getting my phoneline barred anymore! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The plan I am on now is good enough for me. No complains. At least, I don't risk myself of receiving bills that roll three blocks down!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKLpW_mOMLI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uR6FQsOCHIc/s320/untitled8.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522232674347790514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But who would be stoooopid enough to dismiss better offer? Not me, for sure. <i>Yums</i>. And I can get online free?! Double <i>yums</i>!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKG0IrsWutI/AAAAAAAAAs4/eof7mfYkeus/s320/untitled6.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521892679393655506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 62px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Argh</i>, sorry, DiGi. Can't start planning too much. Can't enjoy much of it all if you don't gimme the iPhone 4.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i> *sobs*</i></span></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-18165703671621161372010-09-28T23:57:00.005+08:002010-10-13T17:22:48.384+08:00DiGi iPhone 4 Play.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLV6N9zJXEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/13R1JrpArWI/s1600/081010+169.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLV6Np7OxSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/d3sSlf1f4O4/s1600/081010+168.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTMg_l46KI/AAAAAAAAAt8/s0GgJbJ2ipI/s1600/DSCN2600.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: left;">The closest I ever get to Apple is my iPod Nano. A special present from a really special man. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*melts*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLV6Np7OxSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/d3sSlf1f4O4/s320/081010+168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527458492678325538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div>Now look c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y..</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLV6N9zJXEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/13R1JrpArWI/s320/081010+169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527458498013125698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">Our very first love token! Isn't it <i>super</i>-sweet?</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Shoo on if you don't agree.<i> Pffffttt~</i>]</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Yeap, it's the short and fat descendant of the nano-dear. It was a real bummer that the 4th generation was introduced just a little while later. But given a chance to choose again, I would still go for this short and stout nano-dear. Simply because it's cuter! Don't you dare start discriminating vertically-challenged iPod nano.</div><div><br /></div><div>A friend once brought his iPod Touch to classes. The whole lot of us was freakishly hooked onto this game.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKFndGtihiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/68epbhCtMMs/s320/untitled4.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521808367848424994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The 'Bubble Wrap'!</i></div><div><br /></div><div>As dumb as it may appear to be, do not<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [I repeat, do not!] </span>underestimate its bewitching power! </div><div>Of course, it's nothing compared to the real-life bubble wrap. I remember how my Mom used to love popping the bubble wraps before tossing them into the garbage bag. Not one pop is to be left <i>unpopped</i>!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sadly though, this game does not support multi-touch. So, that's the exact reason why it got even more exhilarating when no bubbles pop and you're running out of time! </div><div>Well, it wouldn't be right if we don't arrogantly beat another's high score now, right?</div><div><br /></div><div>Since my nano-dear is not of touchscreen, I can't have this game <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[or many other games, for that matter]</span>. Many years gone by, and I almost forgot about this. I miss this game!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKFt6i3F2CI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5U1QqcR3nIo/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521815470690654242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">The cute little '<i>Sneezies'</i>! </div><div><br /></div><div>It superbly puts you on the high when they go "<i>a-choo</i>". Adorable little fluffies you <i>must</i> save! The game is pretty easy based on the chain reaction concept. All you have to do is to find the most strategic and tactical spot to tip your fingers at and ♫♬ pop goes the Sneezies ♫♬! <i>Wheeee</i>~ Safe and free! Puts a smile on your face everytime with no fail. Kudos to the graphic designers!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nano-dear is telling me to get a brother for him. It gets pretty lonely being the only <i>Apple</i> in my eyes. Afterall, it said, I have two eyes. <i>Awww</i>, how sweet of the little darling. </div><div>Do you hear that, Yellow <s>blob</s> Man?</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-47479008494366651782010-09-27T23:56:00.011+08:002010-10-13T17:19:27.794+08:00DiGi iPhone 4 Me.<div style="text-align: left;">The funny thing is... Only after reading about the contest on Nuffnang and deciding to give it a go and contemplating about how the post should be, that it all starts appearing before your eyes. iPhone adverts everywhere. My eyes, my ears, my mind. All corrupted with the <i>want </i>for iPhone.</div><div>It's coming to me already, isn't it? I know it is. :)<br /><div><br /></div><div>Ignorant that I am, I was not even aware of the newest added features in the iPhone 4. Let alone the release date. My source of information did not even bother to update me about iPhone 4. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*sulks*</i></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKFW-7tBeaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hrr7eBC0pDc/s320/gallery03-20100607.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521790257311349154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why didn't you tell me it was gonna be this sleek?! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*drools*</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKFXrQ554wI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5tGwhkNMVA4/s320/img_promo_iphone411am.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521791018916766466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And why, oh, why didn't you tell me it was gonna be this cheap?! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*bites nails*</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Law of attraction, they call it. <i><b>Like begets like</b></i>. I like the iPhone 4 and the iPhone 4 is tagging on me! Prancing in my mind, chanting '<i>ne ne bu bu</i>'! Just like how the Yellow Man follows me around since I first got my very own mobile phone. My own very personal line at that! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*the arrogant smiles*</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Statistics said one would loyally continues using the same brand of product that one <i>first</i> had when one <i>first</i> started using the product. I am a perfect example. <i>Teehee</i>~</div><div>Call me old-fashioned but I have been absolutely, crazily, head-over-heels with Nokia and Digi. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLV5eB45ILI/AAAAAAAAAv0/iz1Z-TFVcOA/s320/081010+174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527457674477248690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div>Yes, very happy indeed with my current mobile set. But <i>lookie </i>what happens when I get my dirty hands on iPhone 4. Nothing beats a rounded face with a big smile! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[And a funny eye at that!]</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote></blockquote><a href="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/nn_gtrack.php?click&gid=10214" target="_blank" title="go to DiGi iPhone4"><img src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/download/digi/iPhone4_NuffNang%20Badges_4.jpg" width="400" height="117" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>'Nuff said. Thank you very much. =D</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-65210982979314464112010-09-27T12:14:00.004+08:002010-09-27T14:52:19.899+08:00Monday Again.It's been a week. And just like everyday, Monday <i>is </i>just a <i>day</i>. Correct me if I'm wrong. Now, to be fair, Monday also means the start of another week. A brand new week at that. Shouldn't we rejoice at the thought of it?<div><div><br /></div><div>This week as it begins, wouldn't be as dull and slow as the last. For starters, there will be two eating functions in the work department. <i>Yum yum</i>. As this is written, my stomach's growling awaiting for the first one to start. Why isn't anyone moving a limb yet? And it is past its scheduled time. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*drools* </i></span>Haha.</div><div>The next one's on tomorrow. Based on our ranks at work, I only paid RM10 for it. It's supposed to be big. Thus, I'm seriously looking forward to it. According to my colleagues, they were all asked to wear Malay traditional clothings last year. Even our big Italian boss wore baju Melayu and gave a speech in <i>MALAY</i>! </div><div>How nice of him! Part of me is hoping that we have a certain dress code to follow again this year. Hehe. Then I shall wear <i>my</i> baju kebaya. <i>Teeheehee</i>~</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh besides eating in the office, of course I have work too. Yes, darlings, I have real work already! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>*grins*</i></span> No, I'm not 100% thrilled about having work to do <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Sorry, boss!]</span> but I'm glad....and a little stressed at the same time. It's not the negative stress, like we have during exam times. It's also not the all-too-positive kinda stress, because of the '<i>deadlines</i>'. Hmmm. Oh well, you know what I mean. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Even if you don't, just pretend you do. =D]</span></div><div><br /></div><div>This week is definitely going to be a busy week. Some may know why, some may not. I'm all hyped up for the weekend to come!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, cheers <i>honehs</i>~! Time for <i>makan-makan</i>! =)</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>oh p/s: I might try out something on my blog this week if, God forbid, I have the time to. Wait for it. ^^</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-14380325331284410172010-09-20T12:02:00.008+08:002010-09-20T15:13:34.494+08:00Is This - Monday Blues?TEN days of leaves! Can you believe it? And now we're back. I wasn't too productive over that period of time but I did have fun lazing around at home. Mind you, my real home. In Penang. Yum. It felt exactly like semester breaks we had in uni. Only that the end of the holiday didn't quite meant the end of my non-productiveness.<div><div>And still I don't feel the Monday blues, darling. Is it just me? I think it<i> is </i>just me, not understanding what Monday blues really are. Could it be? Maybe I'm having it, just not knowing it. Could it be? Well, for one, I'm really superbly hungry right now.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>The journey to work today was crazy. The traffic - insane. It took me a longer time to travel to work from Cheras than Seri Kembangan! Now, here's where I think I should be feeling Monday blues, right? But I wasn't even stressed up about the fact that I was going to be late for work! My mind a total blank, for God-knows-why. Normally, I would fumble like nobody's business, like it was the road's fault that <s> I</s> we all got stuck in a traffic jam. Isn't that specifically what I should feel and get into on a <i>Monday </i>morning?</div><div><br /></div><div>The office is still as quiet as before. Even my mailbox isn't as busy like it used to be before the holiday. I'm just a tiny tad moody, no thanks to the great boredom. Let's just hope it doesn't last the whole year round. Now, won't somebody come entertain me? Somebody, please?</div><div><br /></div><div>Bii must be sleeping like a pig now. Working on night shifts are undoubtedly tiring. I wonder how is he since it was his first time on night shift. Afterall, he is the man who needs to be in bed by midnight. Hah! I do hope he get used to it though. And I just believe he would, once he got loads of work in hand. Time goes by faster if you have work to do, responsibilities to be carried out, performance to keep up to. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[I hope you hear me, boss!] </span></div><div>Oh and maybe, just maybe, that's where Monday blues step in. Yes?</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-77134767648454532422010-09-08T16:25:00.000+08:002010-09-08T16:25:00.075+08:00A Different Phase.I'm back, as hopeful as ever. Hopeful that I'd keep this blog running like how it was first intended to be. I guess in a way, I've changed. I can't seem to pour many of my thoughts and feelings here anymore. At least, not so publicly. And the muses, seeing as to how boring I have become, they left me. Just like that. All nine of them. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[Goodbye, come back soon!]</span><br /><br />It's been like what, half a year if not more. I couldn't even look at my blog for more than 5seconds because of guilt! I would not categorize my <i>life</i> as <i>boring</i>. But I agree that blogging about it...it kinda bores me out <i>just</i> a little. All the plans of downloading the photos to my pc and then uploading it to blogger just never came into action. Well, there were some actions but definitely incomplete ones. <i>Sigh</i>. Well, let's not get into there. I know I need to knock some good ol' discipline into my big head. =)<div><br /></div><div>Too many events and happenings occurred during the last months that I disappeared from here. There is even an additional member to the <i>FAMILY</i>! And we are all patiently awaiting for the arrival of another <i>TWO</i> more, babeh! I'm a proud good ol' <i>aunt</i> right now. Omigosh. I'm one of the elders in the family now. Wow. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*speechless*</span></div><div>I'll definitely dedicate a blogpost about my new darling soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>And honeys, I've graduated! After a painstaking FIVE years in university, I'm finally done with studying. I might not have flown with rainbow colours, but hey, I am confident and proud of my high-flying results! =)</div><div>Oh, and I had a wonderful yet short-hauled convocation ceremony. </div><div>I'm definitely dedicating a blogpost for my graduation day! And probably another for my last year in university. And another for my FYP. Yeap, that's what I'm gonna do. Well, for all that's happened, they deserve <i>a </i>blogpost each, <i>at least</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, there are the trips I went on and trip that was unrealized. I had a blast in Redang Island with the Rendezvous gang. The fun was supposedly be continued in Bangkok. Pre-graduation and graduation trip. But the rioters could not have found a better time to go on riots. And so, that's how my graduation trip is put on hold right until now. It's still on hold, you know. </div><div>Now, the Redang trip is what I don't plan on blogging on with words. The photos are enough to speak the thousands words it meant. In fact, no words of mine would be good enough narrator. =)</div><div><br /></div><div>One reason why my graduation trip is put on hold in the first place <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">[besides financial difficulties]</span> is my sister's wedding. Yes, my big sister's finally married!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [Oh, she's gonna kill me if she sees this. Haha!]</span> </div><div>I'm really so happy for her! She'd finally found her man, and they're gonna live happily ever after. Build a home together, grow a family together. Could it be any more blissful? Oh, what is a graduation trip being postponed compared to this? =) </div><div><br /></div><div>I've moved on to a different phase in life now. I'm a worker now, a contributor to the society. Man, am I proud of myself! Being bonded with TM may not have been such a bad thing after all. Despite all that I have said and thought, I am actually enjoying this. This whole going-to-work thing doesn't give me the creep, whatsoever. In fact, it felt just like our internship programme back then. Let's hope that doesn't last too long. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to being in TM and the mandatory leaves we have to take, I'm having a really long holiday from tomorrow till next Sunday! I'm all hyped for this holiday. In fact, I'm taking a bus home right after work today back to Penang! No time is to be wasted now. ^o^v</div><div><br /></div><div>So long now. It's almost off-work now. <i>Tee-hee</i>. Well, it won't be long till you see me in the next post here. Pinky. =)</div><div><br /></div><div>Selamat Hari Raya, people. Happy holidays and have a safe journey home! Just like what I would have. I shall be waiting on my <i>kuihs ray</i>a, yea. Cheers~</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-53209395632315486512010-02-18T03:19:00.003+08:002010-09-11T13:19:23.192+08:00When You're Up Alone......in the middle of the night. What do you really think of? <div><br /></div><div>I can't contain it in anymore and started feeling all<i> emotic</i> all over again. I thought what I needed was to stop myself from pretending to be how I am the past few days, but I'm not as teary as before already. I guess it's a good thing, but it still hurts like hell. Yes, I felt pretty much relieved to have let it go for a few days though I couldn't lie that nothing bothered me throughout. Sometimes I wish you don't matter to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>My mind's messed up and I couldn't focus. I couldn't make any rational decisions nor do I wanna make them. Yes, I'm as lost as a child right at the moment. Yet, you're not helping. Instead you gladly leave me alone in the dark. Maybe your mind's made up. Could you kindly enlighten me?</div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-35480570307099132652010-02-14T13:28:00.008+08:002010-09-11T13:19:45.423+08:00Happy Chinese Tigger-rific New Year!Finally, it is THE day. Finally, I had a pretty good night sleep too! ^^<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">♥</span><div><br /></div><div>May all you people out there have a good year ahead with good health, prosperity, and wealth too (if that's not too much to ask). Most importantly, may all get to realize what's good for selves and strive to achieve whatever in life that is good for selves.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">♥</span><div><div><br /></div><div>The tiger is here. Time for the tigress <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">[me, haha]</span> to get a good time! Woo-hoo! Yeap, gotta blend in the mood. Gotta forget something, at least for you. Blessed be! <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">♥</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">♥♥♥</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!! </span></b></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">RAWRRRRRR!!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"> </span></b></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:20px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">♥♥♥</span></span></b></span></span></h3></span></span></div></div></div>eLaiNehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314noreply@blogger.com0