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Fair 2008'/><category term='Travelogue'/><category term='Trips I love'/><category term='2009 ender'/><category term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>eLaiNe ~ mY RanTiNg sPoT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-186815970008939197</id><published>2011-09-05T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:58:14.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 - My rantings'/><title type='text'>September Begins.</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;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*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-186815970008939197?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/186815970008939197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=186815970008939197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/186815970008939197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/186815970008939197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-begins.html' title='September Begins.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-7858757462598259373</id><published>2011-01-11T21:12:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:06:12.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 - My rantings'/><title type='text'>Shivering Fever.</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;sick? Gosh! It must have been the freezing cold air-conditioning in the office.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for staying with me while I drove home alone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*wee wang wang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at the mo. Drowsiness. When he said it's strong medicines, I didn't believe him that it was &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I truthfully hate medicines. He just had to give me a whole variety of them. Tablets for&lt;i&gt; fever&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;flu&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;phlegms&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;asthma&lt;/i&gt;, and of course antibiotics. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;8 tablets to swallow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Are you kidding me?! &lt;i&gt;Blergh&lt;/i&gt;! Oh, and don't forget on the cough syrup! &lt;i&gt;Blergh&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I'm well pumped up for the hectic day tomorrow! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-7858757462598259373?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7858757462598259373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=7858757462598259373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7858757462598259373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7858757462598259373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/shivering-fever.html' title='Shivering Fever.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-806845533984789143</id><published>2011-01-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:51:30.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 - Happy wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Happy birthday to ME~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Happy birthday to ME~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Happy birthday to ELAINE~ ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;memememememememememe&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And See Mei. And Racheal. And Juchin. And Woei Jing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hohoho. Happy birthday to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm having more and more friends who celebrate together with me their birthdays! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many happy returns for this year and many many more years to come!&lt;br /&gt;Let's us all prosper abundantly with health and wealth!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-806845533984789143?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/806845533984789143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=806845533984789143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/806845533984789143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/806845533984789143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-song.html' title='Happy Birthday Song!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8629099042683118522</id><published>2011-01-03T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:24:53.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 - Happy thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Boss Made Me Smile!</title><content type='html'>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! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day to work on a new year. Guess I got so '&lt;i&gt;excited&lt;/i&gt;' 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 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[or two]&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; the Aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic report: It gets really jammed up at the Serdang bottleneck by 7am, so leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. =)&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;So, guess what! The guard came slowly towards Potato and I and removed the sign. Yay! Free access!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, positivity and blind luck. What's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bii took me to a quick breakfast since he was already around the corner. And because I needed that early dose of coffee.&amp;nbsp;I had two dose of coffee for the day. McD's for breakfast and cafeteria's for lunch. Both -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;yummeh&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, so that's what got me so hyped up the whole day. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*silly smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;looonnnng&lt;/i&gt; way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, boss! You just gave my working year a great start! For whatever that comes, I will remember today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little girl at school who has just received her first star.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8629099042683118522?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8629099042683118522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8629099042683118522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8629099042683118522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8629099042683118522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-boss-made-me-smile.html' title='My Boss Made Me Smile!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3396965096754548452</id><published>2011-01-01T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:43:02.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 - Happy wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2011~!</title><content type='html'>Pretty beautiful date, ain't it? 1-1-11. My favorite number. Seems to come in double. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a question. Is this the first year of the new decade or was last year it? &lt;i&gt;Hrmm&lt;/i&gt;. I just can't quite make up my mind on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the answer is 2011, then no wonder my New Year &lt;a href="http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html"&gt;resolutions&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;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 &lt;i&gt;konon&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Pfftt&lt;/i&gt;. End result seemed to show that I score better when I don't talk about repenting. Number of blog-posts reduces year by year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hold that thought. &lt;i&gt;Hmm&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe it is a good thing afterall, eh? Considering this &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; my ranting spot, that would meant I had lesser to rant and rave about as years go by. &lt;i&gt;Naw&lt;/i&gt;. Very unlikely so. Hence, I came up with a little inference and deemed it my conclusion. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found another ranting &lt;i&gt;spot&lt;/i&gt;. 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! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little 'spot' I'm talking about is referring to none other than the one&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt; person &lt;/span&gt;who never got tired of listening to me. Like, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a coincidence again, my bloggie has just turned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;! 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. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*blushes*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hah&lt;/i&gt;, no wonder my NY resolutions made in it didn't quite work out. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, my bad. But now that all is clear, let's celebrate! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;EVERYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3396965096754548452?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3396965096754548452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3396965096754548452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3396965096754548452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3396965096754548452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='Happy New Year 2011~!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-6175412930482623993</id><published>2010-12-31T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:51:25.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - My rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 ender'/><title type='text'>The Longest End To December!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And it's always important to start it right. I had a yummy packet of &lt;i&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/i&gt;, though not the usual I would take. And helped Sis a little on the noodles she wasn't supposed to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Although not a very peculiar combination, but God knows what happened to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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-&lt;i&gt;tumm&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;i&gt;tumm &lt;/i&gt;ordeal. But I was fooled. It's not the &lt;i&gt;usual&lt;/i&gt;. It's a little something more with that. Not the usual gastric pain. Yes sir, no it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tumm tumm&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; no tumm tumm&lt;/i&gt;. There's still space for ice-cream! ♫ Baskin Robbins 31 ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sorry but tummy really felt much better then. It started back only at night, after my afternoon nap. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;i&gt;icy-creamy&lt;/i&gt; ice-cream is not the culprit. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, our NY celebration plan could not be executed. Ended up counting down at home. Not too bad an idea anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sorry, Bii. Still, somehow I know you wouldn't mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-6175412930482623993?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6175412930482623993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=6175412930482623993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6175412930482623993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6175412930482623993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2011/01/longest-end-to-december.html' title='The Longest End To December!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-326285439119703390</id><published>2010-12-01T20:38:00.210+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:59:24.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - My rantings'/><title type='text'>The Longest Start To December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Gahhhhhhhh&lt;/i&gt;~!!! 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; in me is getting excited. I left earlier than &amp;nbsp;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt; 7.30am. I initially expected it to be later, considering the detours taken. So, I should be proud of myself, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt;-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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slightly stepped on the accelerator &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[while we were still in the slow traffic] &lt;/span&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;Very slightly, he didn't fall. But he did jerk a little on his bike.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's somehow already in front of me. He shouldn't have been!! So, why?! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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". =)&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[it looked like it was going to rain]&lt;/span&gt; or the perfectly jammed road with super low speed?&lt;br /&gt;Gleefully, I opted for the low speed. Trauma made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was what God didn't want me to witness happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[On separate occasions that is.]&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;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! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, please give me strength to face driving again tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-326285439119703390?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/326285439119703390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=326285439119703390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/326285439119703390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/326285439119703390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/longest-start-to-december.html' title='The Longest Start To December!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5131009937866608833</id><published>2010-11-26T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:59:50.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Random random..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>Facial Treat I'm Enjoying.</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Nuffnang ads, I got to know of this free giveaway from &lt;a href="http://www.skin11.com.my/"&gt;Skin11&lt;/a&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly though, stuffs happened along the way and my appointment had to be postponed and postponed. This part, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I called, my appointment was somehow &lt;i&gt;not recorded&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[I think they gave up on me!]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising enough, she actually apologized for the mistakes and offered me another appointment date even though the promotion date is way overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whoop-dee-doo&lt;/i&gt;!! 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 &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;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. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing was, the moment she saw me, all she really sees is my dry cracking skin. &lt;i&gt;Daymmmm&lt;/i&gt;!!! Is it really that obvious?? Pfftt...&lt;br /&gt;To prove how dry and cracking my skin is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[oh noesssss!!!]&lt;/span&gt;, I was '&lt;i&gt;scanned&lt;/i&gt;' and explained of the condition. Oh well, this is really much easier than my gap assessment's debrief session. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through an almost 2-hours of layers and layers of masks. They smell so nice, all natural and fruit-eh! &lt;i&gt;Yums&lt;/i&gt;! 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vain-pot's photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TPRpkwQoAPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/qfDpJwa6dcE/s1600/241110+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TPRpkwQoAPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/qfDpJwa6dcE/s320/241110+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be that visible due to the quality of the photo. But I love it like that. =)&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl can always wish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5131009937866608833?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5131009937866608833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5131009937866608833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5131009937866608833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5131009937866608833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/12/facial-treat-im-enjoying.html' title='Facial Treat I&apos;m Enjoying.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TPRpkwQoAPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/qfDpJwa6dcE/s72-c/241110+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-2205293503421998361</id><published>2010-11-09T12:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:32:53.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>OTR Nightmare Starts.</title><content type='html'>And so it's Tuesday. Second day driving &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*jeng jeng jeng*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to and from work. Pretty liberating, I must add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recounting the first day experience to Bii &lt;i&gt;yesternight&lt;/i&gt;, 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 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the drive, but definitely after. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I admit it's nothing to shout about....for you. But it is a big step for me! A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; step indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I did not&lt;i&gt; just&lt;/i&gt; 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!&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have hence avoided myself from all opportunities to drive for the past..let me count...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt; years! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me. The first few experiences weren't exactly encouraging, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, thanks to my Sister and my baby nephew, I am forced to &lt;i&gt;'be independent'&lt;/i&gt;. I've anticipated this day for so long that I dreaded it! It's so liberating, yet so full of petrifying responsibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*pats on the back* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I'm so glad I made it. I'm actually so full of pride with myself. &lt;i&gt;Hohoho&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my replies to all well-wishers &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Thank You Very Much! =)]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;- the driving was good...parking, not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' sticker stuck on it! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sweats*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Mommy, &lt;i&gt;ermm&lt;/i&gt;, thank you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TNi8H5jq02I/AAAAAAAAA5s/B-kiMDYZhUE/s1600/park1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TNi8H5jq02I/AAAAAAAAA5s/B-kiMDYZhUE/s320/park1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;i&gt; 'kacau' &lt;/i&gt;car. &lt;i&gt;Hrmph&lt;/i&gt;. Although I must add that I was really nervous and &lt;i&gt;mayyyy&lt;/i&gt; not have think soberly. &lt;i&gt;Pffftt&lt;/i&gt;. Still, he/she started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 '&lt;i&gt;so happen&lt;/i&gt;' to go to my car an hour or two later, the black MyVi beside mine has left. Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[yes, the straight one]&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;i&gt;Gahhhhh&lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for a whole hour&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [if not more]&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;chance &lt;/span&gt;to enter to the carpark! Space...not quite guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; represent&lt;/span&gt; her search for the available space. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[and his]&lt;/span&gt;. Many empty &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;reserved&lt;/span&gt; slots though.&lt;i&gt; Grrrr&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;i&gt;Brrr&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-2205293503421998361?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2205293503421998361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=2205293503421998361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2205293503421998361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2205293503421998361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/11/otr-nightmare-starts.html' title='OTR Nightmare Starts.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TNi8H5jq02I/AAAAAAAAA5s/B-kiMDYZhUE/s72-c/park1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3409302943258757883</id><published>2010-11-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:04:14.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Happy love'/><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's earlier than expected! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It isn't a week yet. It's not even the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's here!! He's here!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited. It's time to rejoice, no matter what!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whoop-dee-doo&lt;/i&gt;. I can't wait for weekend to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sayang sayang balik&lt;/i&gt; you later okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't cry. Don't be scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be home soon, honey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mwahs&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations, honey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday, my love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); line-height: 20px; "&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3409302943258757883?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3409302943258757883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3409302943258757883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3409302943258757883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3409302943258757883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8529102885515684720</id><published>2010-11-01T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:00:02.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - My rantings'/><title type='text'>OTR Nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time is running out on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll happen soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As excited as I am, I'm terrified!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only for my own good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But also for my baby's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will I ever awaken the tiger's courage in me on this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gahhhh&lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8529102885515684720?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8529102885515684720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8529102885515684720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8529102885515684720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8529102885515684720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/11/otr-nightmare.html' title='OTR Nightmare.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1249176940867453739</id><published>2010-10-26T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:52:09.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Buff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>Takers With NuffNang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfoK7JsdhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/iYyhtgOG_a4/s1600/Takers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord giveth and Lord taketh away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMabDDokjBI/AAAAAAAAA38/6xoBAPRk_KE/s1600/Nuffie1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me why, but that phrase lingers in my head everytime I see this movie title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMaTarCWjCI/AAAAAAAAA30/Yo6TmQj7rJo/s1600/TAKERS+-+Online+Keyart.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, for the first time ever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[if I hadn't mistaken]&lt;/span&gt;, 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very second I read the email received, I knew that I'd be a potato-head if I do not reply like, pronto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMabDDokjBI/AAAAAAAAA38/6xoBAPRk_KE/s1600/Nuffie1.png"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Show-off purposes, let's keep it small. Hah!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then I have been so worried that maybe, just maybe, Nuffnang did not receive my confirmation email and revoke my invites.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; *sobz*&lt;/span&gt;  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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons for my being - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1. The tickets are free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. It's Nuffnang. 'Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Hayden Christensen, &lt;i&gt;babeh&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*drools*oh, sexy butt?*LOL*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfn95WJ2DI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-cVFr8OmKqY/s1600/Takers+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTJO7aZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/j5Eeev3hIgA/s1600/DSCN3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, we almost got there late because of yours truly, &lt;i&gt;mua&lt;/i&gt;. 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". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTFsFGvI/AAAAAAAAA4U/QGkA3P2l8tg/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;leh&lt;/i&gt;. Can't I be &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; once awhile? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*pfftt*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sad to see many others getting the Nuffnang tee, of which I totally have no idea how they got it. Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extra bummer when there were no special welcome for the country bumpkin, &lt;i&gt;mua&lt;/i&gt;. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consolations. I got two pin badges. Haha. Oh, shush. What a sadist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTJO7aZI/AAAAAAAAA4c/j5Eeev3hIgA/s1600/DSCN3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMbnTFsFGvI/AAAAAAAAA4U/QGkA3P2l8tg/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;makan&lt;/i&gt; his dust. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*spoiler alert*oh, too late?*no?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Hehe. If only the cameramen could be more efficient though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [which I totally doubt so]&lt;/span&gt; . You know how it is, blur it all out so that noone see the flaw.&lt;i&gt; Yada yada&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naww&lt;/i&gt;. Whatta waste. But other than that. One and a half thumbs up! :) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfoK7JsdhI/AAAAAAAAA4s/iYyhtgOG_a4/s1600/Takers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMfn95WJ2DI/AAAAAAAAA4k/-cVFr8OmKqY/s1600/Takers+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1249176940867453739?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1249176940867453739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1249176940867453739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1249176940867453739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1249176940867453739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/takers-with-nuffnang.html' title='Takers With NuffNang.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMaTarCWjCI/AAAAAAAAA30/Yo6TmQj7rJo/s72-c/TAKERS+-+Online+Keyart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8780659654824166571</id><published>2010-10-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:00:02.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelogue'/><title type='text'>Photo-Loaded Sibu Travelogue. [Part 3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZNs1Rw2cI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-Dn__l7EFVY/s1600/101010+299.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't. Resist. It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the continuation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next destination - the seven-storey Pagoda! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMYwVrNiujI/AAAAAAAAA1U/KMuqpICKRzo/s1600/101010+245.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it wasn't too far away from the &lt;a href="http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-loaded-sibu-travelogue-part-2.html"&gt;Sibu Sentral Market&lt;/a&gt;, we traveled on foot. Thus having the opportunity to snap this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMYxLObFN0I/AAAAAAAAA1c/2-9qRldlexk/s1600/101010+243.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [Hah!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that probably was not 100% true but I really like the whole atmosphere that these signs create. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Hah!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. Bumpkin or not, it was absolutely fresh to see different road-signs. Makes you feel outta town!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [Hah!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Isk&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, some parts of Sibu really reminds me of Malacca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY09VE0a4I/AAAAAAAAA1k/qRTq3I6Sx90/s1600/101010+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*pfftt*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh&lt;/i&gt;, on a side note, congratulations to &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/10/21/nation/7269662&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Malacca&lt;/a&gt; to have been branded as a developed state in Malaysia. Hooray! Finally! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Sibu, quoted from "&lt;a href="http://www.isarawak.com.my/cmsis/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=63&amp;amp;Itemid=27"&gt;Inside Sarawak&lt;/a&gt;", the pagoda is "&lt;i&gt;claimed to be more beautiful than the same of its kind in South Each Asia and even Taiwan&lt;/i&gt;". 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 &lt;i&gt;Tua Pek Kong &lt;/i&gt;temple. For more detailed information of this distinguish landmark and some miracles related to the statue of &lt;i&gt;Tua Pek Kong&lt;/i&gt;, click &lt;a href="http://borneotip.blogspot.com/2008/07/tua-pek-kong-temple-sibu.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY6HcsWvHI/AAAAAAAAA2E/_glU6Tab4yE/s1600/p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;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. &lt;i&gt;Gahhh&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*pulls hair*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY09VE0a4I/AAAAAAAAA1k/qRTq3I6Sx90/s1600/101010+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, do not forget to hug on this okay. The dragon-head tortoise! May we all prosper in health and wealth! &lt;i&gt;Bwahahaha&lt;/i&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY7usMsh0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/dLxVIL0CUFA/s1600/101010+250.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, you must, must, must enter the pagoda and climb up those stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY8lDQf-4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Rz7FQfG1QcI/s1600/101010+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY9HPu0v6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/_CLt4gMqdm8/s1600/101010+255.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY9_zX4oQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lRdL1V7DZhE/s1600/101010+257.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Getting nostalgic watching the river flows.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMY_eMb68_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_uKeKyL-msw/s1600/101010+266.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaha. Kids just wanna have fun. &lt;i&gt;Amitabha&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*serious face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZA75SFrlI/AAAAAAAAA20/VK9wLKOWsFk/s1600/101010+272.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZE__3Ne-I/AAAAAAAAA28/QahB3-5rfIo/s1600/101010+322.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, obviously he was not. He was practically driving from end to end of Sibu. Drove us to&lt;i&gt; Pulau Li Hua&lt;/i&gt;, 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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIgiMKdMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kUT1n0RPghA/s1600/101010+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZGy08rhbI/AAAAAAAAA3E/UHujMQrU-Js/s1600/p8.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrap serenity. I just remembered of the night activities in cars parked along the roads that Sam told us about. &lt;i&gt;Hrmph&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;i&gt;L-O-L&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIv0mGUEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8y3o8VRSAos/s1600/101010+284.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIgiMKdMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/kUT1n0RPghA/s1600/101010+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course Sam wasn't planning to, instead he took a U-turn under the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZKfdOti9I/AAAAAAAAA3k/QSY-B2HCAJg/s1600/101010+287.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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&lt;i&gt; 'arch'&lt;/i&gt;. Escaped alive from the 40++°C weather outside of this. Exaggerative? Again, no.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZIv0mGUEI/AAAAAAAAA3c/8y3o8VRSAos/s1600/101010+284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZNs1Rw2cI/AAAAAAAAA3s/-Dn__l7EFVY/s1600/101010+299.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMZKfdOti9I/AAAAAAAAA3k/QSY-B2HCAJg/s1600/101010+287.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too. Many. Photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this can't end yet! Next up. The preparation and the wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8780659654824166571?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8780659654824166571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8780659654824166571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8780659654824166571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8780659654824166571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-loaded-sibu-travelogue-part-3.html' title='Photo-Loaded Sibu Travelogue. [Part 3]'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMYwVrNiujI/AAAAAAAAA1U/KMuqpICKRzo/s72-c/101010+245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-4133883070344337919</id><published>2010-10-20T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:50:36.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelogue'/><title type='text'>Photo-Loaded Sibu Travelogue. [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5hGFUwNzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/e68vX4RBFmA/s1600/p9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wokays&lt;/i&gt;. Time to continue on to day 2, unless God forbids so. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5AshTN7dI/AAAAAAAAAzM/h0aZFBBYet0/s1600/101010+175.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First destination of the day -- &lt;i&gt;Pasar Sentral Sibu&lt;/i&gt;. 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 &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; 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&lt;i&gt; is&lt;/i&gt; the largest marketplace I have ever seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing on the fourth storey of the carpark building, I was already &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[literally!]&lt;/span&gt; jumping up and down in excitement looking at what's before my eyes. Thing was, it's not even &lt;s&gt;half&lt;/s&gt; quarter of what the whole place is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5GTiZgHpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0epmBMbGHPY/s1600/101010+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[First view at Sibu Central Market]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5GTiZgHpI/AAAAAAAAAzU/0epmBMbGHPY/s1600/101010+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5HHMtlpDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9uzWd_RTmys/s1600/101010+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Wet area of the market.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sight that really amuses me is definitely the poultry - being sold alive!! What's uncommon here &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[in the west]&lt;/span&gt; is definitely nothing more than just the usual there&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [in the east]&lt;/span&gt;! 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?&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sobz*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The selfishness in me. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5Jk59zXgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RLGCSCpyZsg/s1600/p7.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; *sobz*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5NH4SsKlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ppPn8Q82oSY/s1600/101010+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*bzzzt*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let's look at something...not alive. Trust me, you could find almost &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; in this marketplace. The stuffs being sold are superbly cheap too, needless to compare. But many of which I would never &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; put into my mouth. For example, these &lt;i&gt;paku-pakis&lt;/i&gt;. Cheap but...&lt;i&gt;nyahhhh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5N-Q1XXJI/AAAAAAAAAz0/IMUpsKpkl3o/s1600/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5P9HrprVI/AAAAAAAAAz8/oy4ANzmlSb4/s1600/101010+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5P9hfczVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fTDEXQupeCY/s1600/101010+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[The head looks like lychee seed, isn't it?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay fine, so it is alive. You should have seen it wriggle!&lt;i&gt; Teehee&lt;/i&gt;~ You should have seen &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; wriggle too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;i&gt; aah&lt;/i&gt;-ing and &lt;i&gt;eww&lt;/i&gt;-ing at one stall, walk about for probably a minute or less, come back to the same stall &lt;i&gt;eee&lt;/i&gt;-ing and &lt;i&gt;urgh&lt;/i&gt;-ing for another eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we're the little &lt;i&gt;'mountain tortoises'&lt;/i&gt; from the Peninsular. Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;i&gt; 'mountain tortoises'&lt;/i&gt; continued our little routine. &lt;i&gt;Hah&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5TUMEF7ZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pzoHFxHedck/s1600/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone up for food now? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5YbHzIgQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/WmOG9MSPDKs/s1600/101010+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;First time ever seeing fishes being displayed in this manner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kampua&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;kampua&lt;/i&gt;! The search ends at this one stall, supposedly the best in the food court - I think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[anyway, I forgot the name, no photos either]&lt;/span&gt;. After much hassle making us understand who's territory is this and that, we were finally seated and orders taken. Pity the customers &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*hrmph*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised I never took a photo of the &lt;i&gt;kampua mee &lt;/i&gt;I ate. Guess I was too hungry then. Wait...was it &lt;i&gt;kampua&lt;/i&gt; that I ate?? &lt;i&gt;Hehe&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, for your eyes' feasting only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eCTCva2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/mjfdBdcxETw/s1600/101010+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;i&gt; lemak santan&lt;/i&gt;. Is that what it's supposed to taste like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eCmPwN3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/EjeTHZi7foc/s1600/101010+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sibu Foochow's probably most favourite food. Red wine chicken &lt;i&gt;mee sua&lt;/i&gt; noodles in soup. This particular one is not exactly my favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eC7aJvWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JSfUZLBgYbg/s1600/101010+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what this is, but it looks tempting for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eDFlRA5I/AAAAAAAAA00/BW7Lj8N0IR4/s1600/101010+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried &lt;i&gt;kuey teow&lt;/i&gt;, I believe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blurry effect of the photo could be because that I'm already eating my own food when this arrived. &lt;i&gt;Haha&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5eDc4RQtI/AAAAAAAAA08/JCpF3hPVRv0/s1600/101010+166.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bii's favourite &lt;i&gt;kong piang&lt;/i&gt;. 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. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally...a cuppa 3-layered-tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5gfMc9hFI/AAAAAAAAA1E/c8YOvviBZk8/s1600/101010+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...with full disappointment! Do not ask me why it's green. I don't care either. It's tasteless! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sulks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, just remember not to leave the marketplace - and Sibu, without buying any of these. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*cheers*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TL5hGFUwNzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/e68vX4RBFmA/s1600/p9.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-4133883070344337919?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4133883070344337919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=4133883070344337919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4133883070344337919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4133883070344337919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-loaded-sibu-travelogue-part-2.html' title='Photo-Loaded Sibu Travelogue. 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[Part 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfnh4HNPKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dND9I16SIu4/s1600/p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, I'd better write this down before I forget any splendid detail of the trip. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*evil chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLbELvXHVBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QNJoFfILb-4/s1600/101010+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[The good reason.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it hadn't been for this chance, God knows when this &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; trip would be. So, yeap, there we were. In &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sibu.gov.my/?ruid=1&amp;amp;wpid=2"&gt;Sibu, Sarawak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLbGcM1wprI/AAAAAAAAAwk/7jredVDSmS0/s1600/101010+299.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Proof of stepping on Sibu land.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excitedly on Friday evening, all &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fourteen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; of us boarded the plane. &lt;i&gt;Teehee&lt;/i&gt;~ I never knew the elder generation could be as &lt;i&gt;bising&lt;/i&gt; as us youngsters do&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [besides gossiping]&lt;/span&gt;. But that's exactly where the fun really starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffwy4PPyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yJrI9bPxo-A/s1600/p11.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfUDUvDhpI/AAAAAAAAAxk/q5F7i9Myxnk/s1600/101010+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[At the Senai International Airport, before departure.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The journey on the flight to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [and fro, actually]&lt;/span&gt; Sibu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;contradictorily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is really torturing. Trapped in a plane with noisy kids are superbly annoying. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfTXgo43qI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AnlAKtuYM-4/s1600/p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We decided to try the plane food since Bii said the &lt;i&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/i&gt; 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 &lt;i&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/i&gt;! Not with curry chicken but with &lt;i&gt;sotong&lt;/i&gt;! Yum yum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cost us RM10! Super expensive! Super small portion! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet no complains because we kinda expected that. And knowingly that we're gonna attack "&lt;i&gt;kampua mee&lt;/i&gt;" right after settling down. Funny how we joked about eating "&lt;i&gt;kampua mee&lt;/i&gt;" and drink "&lt;i&gt;san se nai cha&lt;/i&gt;" (3-layered tea). Sure enough, that's what we did right after settling this many luggages &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*points below*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into the nice, comfy hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffxGDYM3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/wsdHwqsAiMA/s1600/p12.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffwy4PPyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yJrI9bPxo-A/s1600/p11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Arriving at Sibu Airport.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfQJ3oXoaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/U7vRHqkx3cs/s1600/p6.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Unload, gather, check in, move.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffx_8eawI/AAAAAAAAAyE/zHwDdvaqrC8/s1600/101010+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Ahhhh! Super cheap rates!!! 'Nuff said.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffxbWISJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CQk5ZKx1hcU/s1600/101010+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for the &lt;i&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/i&gt; on board. Else, we'd definitely have fainted before reaching to our food, especially after moving &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;many luggages!! And thank God we lived near the Sibu central bus station, so the eatery is open 24 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLffxbWISJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CQk5ZKx1hcU/s1600/101010+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, Sibu people goes to bed even earlier than Malaccans&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (I'm talking to Shad here)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Hoho&lt;/i&gt;~! Shops are closed by 10pm and roads are cleared by 11pm! :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfDxyBfLNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/7FYXRmAiBaU/s1600/101010+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! Here's my first "&lt;i&gt;kampua mee&lt;/i&gt;" with added ingredients. Oh, yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfnhpqpDQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CP0E23G1Kl4/s1600/101010+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Here's the normal version of "&lt;i&gt;kampua mee&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [from the same stall]&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure we never came all the way here to only eat anything as plain and normal right? So, why not try both. &lt;i&gt;Teehee&lt;/i&gt;~ I love both anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfUDUvDhpI/AAAAAAAAAxk/q5F7i9Myxnk/s1600/101010+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfTXgo43qI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AnlAKtuYM-4/s1600/p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;And of course not forgetting my 3-layered tea. Available only in Sarawak. Correct me if I'm wrong. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfnh4HNPKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dND9I16SIu4/s1600/p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, &lt;i&gt;tata&lt;/i&gt;. 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. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wait up for Part 2. Bear with me. TQVM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3180587468786337671?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3180587468786337671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3180587468786337671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3180587468786337671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3180587468786337671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/photo-loaded-sibu-travelogue-part-1.html' title='Photo-Loaded Sibu Travelogue. [Part 1]'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLbELvXHVBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QNJoFfILb-4/s72-c/101010+202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1743422802248304372</id><published>2010-10-08T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:35:41.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelogue'/><title type='text'>Short Sneaky Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfoAdJGMUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/O7Nh9_40VGM/s1600/101010+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flown across the South China Sea to a continent I have never been to for all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfn_944oiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kEyuQaaZBCM/s1600/101010+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can proudly say I am an '&lt;i&gt;anak Malaysia&lt;/i&gt;'. Flying is fun! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfoAdJGMUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/O7Nh9_40VGM/s1600/101010+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfn_944oiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kEyuQaaZBCM/s1600/101010+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1743422802248304372?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1743422802248304372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1743422802248304372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1743422802248304372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1743422802248304372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-sneaky-post.html' title='Short Sneaky Post.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLfn_944oiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/kEyuQaaZBCM/s72-c/101010+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-2657420741867225834</id><published>2010-09-30T23:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:41:25.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would totally sound like a hypocrite if I say I'm gonna go iDiGi for life starting from &lt;u&gt;this mo&lt;/u&gt;. Because first, I need to have an iPhone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;iPhone 4, that is, please. &lt;i&gt;Teehee&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited, acting like I own the dainty little gadget already. &lt;i&gt;Lookie&lt;/i&gt;! Me photo on an iPhone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTUbHa9zaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P7ibYQuaPHw/s1600/2010-06-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Yum yum. I see you, iPhone.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, &lt;i&gt;lookie&lt;/i&gt;! There's more. Here goes. &lt;i&gt;Hahh&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm a little&lt;i&gt; kiasu&lt;/i&gt;. But hey, I see the pot's calling the kettle black, &lt;i&gt;huh&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But aren't we all excited with it's coming? So near yet so far. &lt;i&gt;Hrmm&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That photo isn't me? Are you sure? Can you positively, 100% confirms that you're undoubtedly sure it isn't me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [when I'm just a tiny toddler]&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; the little sneak peak into my next post some time in October. Hehe! Can you guess it right? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me spam some more. I'm so proud myself! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTTfZb7HEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/oV2aspL1Cgw/s1600/dsc00423.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTTe47niOI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Y_XfYcFBa3g/s1600/dsc03604.jpg"&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last post of the month as well. In well a little less than a minute, it's his birthday!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*heart* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you, Bii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; More than the iPhone 4. No doubt. &lt;i&gt;Teehee&lt;/i&gt;~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, Apple and DiGi &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;Nuffnang. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*mwahs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-2657420741867225834?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2657420741867225834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=2657420741867225834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2657420741867225834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2657420741867225834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-life.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Life.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTUbHa9zaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P7ibYQuaPHw/s72-c/2010-06-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3899529814519515308</id><published>2010-09-29T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:45:52.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKLqc_6dEsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/g50wO3sJGhk/s1600/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKGE6E1V0SI/AAAAAAAAAsw/r9ckwwMaMqo/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;ka&lt;/i&gt;?! How insulting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although I'm pretty doubtful about this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; green &lt;/span&gt;or is it just me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you imagine saving the trouble to transport your good-self to the nearest DiGi store when everything goes automatic? Just let DiGi "&lt;u&gt;automatically debit these bill amounts to the Customer's charge/credit card account&lt;/u&gt;" and &lt;i&gt;walla&lt;/i&gt;~ you save much more in return! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll never forget a bill from now on and risk getting my phoneline barred anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But who would be stoooopid enough to dismiss better offer? Not me, for sure. &lt;i&gt;Yums&lt;/i&gt;. And I can get online free?! Double &lt;i&gt;yums&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Argh&lt;/i&gt;, sorry, DiGi. Can't start planning too much. Can't enjoy much of it all if you don't gimme the iPhone 4.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; *sobs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3899529814519515308?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3899529814519515308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3899529814519515308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3899529814519515308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3899529814519515308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-real.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Real.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKLqc_6dEsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/g50wO3sJGhk/s72-c/untitled9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1816570367162116137</id><published>2010-09-28T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:22:48.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLV6N9zJXEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/13R1JrpArWI/s1600/081010+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLV6Np7OxSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/d3sSlf1f4O4/s1600/081010+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKTMg_l46KI/AAAAAAAAAt8/s0GgJbJ2ipI/s1600/DSCN2600.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The closest I ever get to Apple is my iPod Nano. A special present from a really special man. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*melts*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now look c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our very first love token! Isn't it &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt;-sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Shoo on if you don't agree.&lt;i&gt; Pffffttt~&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend once brought his iPod Touch to classes. The whole lot of us was freakishly hooked onto this game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The 'Bubble Wrap'!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As dumb as it may appear to be, do not&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [I repeat, do not!] &lt;/span&gt;underestimate its bewitching power! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;unpopped&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it wouldn't be right if we don't arrogantly beat another's high score now, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my nano-dear is not of touchscreen, I can't have this game &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[or many other games, for that matter]&lt;/span&gt;. Many years gone by, and I almost forgot about this. I miss this game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cute little '&lt;i&gt;Sneezies'&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It superbly puts you on the high when they go "&lt;i&gt;a-choo&lt;/i&gt;". Adorable little fluffies you &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; 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 ♫♬! &lt;i&gt;Wheeee&lt;/i&gt;~ Safe and free! Puts a smile on your face everytime with no fail. Kudos to the graphic designers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nano-dear is telling me to get a brother for him. It gets pretty lonely being the only &lt;i&gt;Apple&lt;/i&gt; in my eyes. Afterall, it said, I have two eyes. &lt;i&gt;Awww&lt;/i&gt;, how sweet of the little darling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you hear that, Yellow &lt;s&gt;blob&lt;/s&gt; Man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1816570367162116137?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1816570367162116137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1816570367162116137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1816570367162116137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1816570367162116137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-play.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Play.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TLV6Np7OxSI/AAAAAAAAAv8/d3sSlf1f4O4/s72-c/081010+168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-4747900849436665178</id><published>2010-09-27T23:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:19:27.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>DiGi iPhone 4 Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;for iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming to me already, isn't it? I know it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sulks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why didn't you tell me it was gonna be this sleek?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And why, oh, why didn't you tell me it was gonna be this cheap?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*bites nails*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law of attraction, they call it. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like begets like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I like the iPhone 4 and the iPhone 4 is tagging on me! Prancing in my mind, chanting '&lt;i&gt;ne ne bu bu&lt;/i&gt;'! 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! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*the arrogant smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Statistics said one would loyally continues using the same brand of product that one &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; had when one &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; started using the product. I am a perfect example. &lt;i&gt;Teehee&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me old-fashioned but I have been absolutely, crazily, head-over-heels with Nokia and Digi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, very happy indeed with my current mobile set. But &lt;i&gt;lookie &lt;/i&gt;what happens when I get my dirty hands on iPhone 4. Nothing beats a rounded face with a big smile! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[And a funny eye at that!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/nn_gtrack.php?click&amp;amp;gid=10214" target="_blank" title="go to DiGi iPhone4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/download/digi/iPhone4_NuffNang%20Badges_4.jpg" width="400" height="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Nuff said. Thank you very much. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-4747900849436665178?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4747900849436665178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=4747900849436665178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4747900849436665178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4747900849436665178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/09/digi-iphone-4-me.html' title='DiGi iPhone 4 Me.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TKFW-7tBeaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hrr7eBC0pDc/s72-c/gallery03-20100607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-6521098297931446411</id><published>2010-09-27T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:52:19.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Random random..'/><title type='text'>Monday Again.</title><content type='html'>It's been a week. And just like everyday, Monday &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;just a &lt;i&gt;day&lt;/i&gt;. 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?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;i&gt;Yum yum&lt;/i&gt;. 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. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*drools* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;MALAY&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; baju kebaya. &lt;i&gt;Teeheehee&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh besides eating in the office, of course I have work too. Yes, darlings, I have real work already! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No, I'm not 100% thrilled about having work to do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Sorry, boss!]&lt;/span&gt; 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 '&lt;i&gt;deadlines&lt;/i&gt;'. Hmmm. Oh well, you know what I mean. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Even if you don't, just pretend you do. =D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, cheers &lt;i&gt;honehs&lt;/i&gt;~! Time for &lt;i&gt;makan-makan&lt;/i&gt;! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh p/s: I might try out something on my blog this week if, God forbid, I have the time to. Wait for it. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-6521098297931446411?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6521098297931446411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=6521098297931446411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6521098297931446411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6521098297931446411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-again.html' title='Monday Again.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1438032533128441017</id><published>2010-09-20T12:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:13:34.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Random random..'/><title type='text'>Is This - Monday Blues?</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still I don't feel the Monday blues, darling. Is it just me? I think it&lt;i&gt; is &lt;/i&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;s&gt; I&lt;/s&gt; we all got stuck in a traffic jam. Isn't that specifically what I should feel and get into on a &lt;i&gt;Monday &lt;/i&gt;morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[I hope you hear me, boss!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and maybe, just maybe, that's where Monday blues step in. Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1438032533128441017?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1438032533128441017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1438032533128441017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1438032533128441017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1438032533128441017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-this-monday-blues.html' title='Is This - Monday Blues?'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-7713476764845453242</id><published>2010-09-08T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:25:00.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message to self'/><title type='text'>A Different Phase.</title><content type='html'>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. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Goodbye, come back soon!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt; as &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;. But I agree that blogging about it...it kinda bores me out &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; 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. &lt;i&gt;Sigh&lt;/i&gt;. Well, let's not get into there. I know I need to knock some good ol' discipline into my big head. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many events and happenings occurred during the last months that I disappeared from here. There is even an additional member to the &lt;i&gt;FAMILY&lt;/i&gt;! And we are all patiently awaiting for the arrival of another &lt;i&gt;TWO&lt;/i&gt; more, babeh! I'm a proud good ol' &lt;i&gt;aunt&lt;/i&gt; right now. Omigosh. I'm one of the elders in the family now. Wow. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll definitely dedicate a blogpost about my new darling soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I had a wonderful yet short-hauled convocation ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;a &lt;/i&gt;blogpost each, &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One reason why my graduation trip is put on hold in the first place &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[besides financial difficulties]&lt;/span&gt; is my sister's wedding. Yes, my big sister's finally married!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [Oh, she's gonna kill me if she sees this. Haha!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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? =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long now. It's almost off-work now. &lt;i&gt;Tee-hee&lt;/i&gt;. Well, it won't be long till you see me in the next post here. Pinky. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selamat Hari Raya, people. Happy holidays and have a safe journey home! Just like what I would have. I shall be waiting on my &lt;i&gt;kuihs ray&lt;/i&gt;a, yea. Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-7713476764845453242?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7713476764845453242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=7713476764845453242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7713476764845453242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7713476764845453242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/09/different-phase.html' title='A Different Phase.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5320939563231548651</id><published>2010-02-18T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:19:23.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>When You're Up Alone...</title><content type='html'>...in the middle of the night. What do you really think of? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't contain it in anymore and started feeling all&lt;i&gt; emotic&lt;/i&gt; 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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5320939563231548651?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5320939563231548651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5320939563231548651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5320939563231548651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5320939563231548651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-youre-up-alone.html' title='When You&apos;re Up Alone...'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3548057030709913265</id><published>2010-02-14T13:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:19:45.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Happy wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese Tigger-rific New Year!</title><content type='html'>Finally, it is THE day. Finally, I had a pretty good night sleep too! ^^&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tiger is here. Time for the tigress &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[me, haha]&lt;/span&gt; to get a good time! Woo-hoo! Yeap, gotta blend in the mood. Gotta forget something, at least for you. Blessed be! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  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;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  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;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  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;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  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;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;RAWRRRRRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  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;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3548057030709913265?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3548057030709913265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3548057030709913265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3548057030709913265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3548057030709913265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-tigger-rific-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese Tigger-rific New Year!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1257325417392263843</id><published>2010-02-12T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:00:17.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for the moment'/><title type='text'>Giving It All Away.</title><content type='html'>Cmei said the song is meaningful and the music video is superbly touchy. I had it all in mind. But only today I went searching for it, right after not remembering the title for weeks. But I never thought this effect was gonna occur.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's very touchy. But I'm touched in a very different way I couldn't explain. Knowing how the song goes lyrically only helped making me feeling worse. Sigh. What was I thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz1tIvKbwO0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uz1tIvKbwO0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me what you feel. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1257325417392263843?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1257325417392263843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1257325417392263843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1257325417392263843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1257325417392263843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/02/giving-it-all-away.html' title='Giving It All Away.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5824383966464266210</id><published>2010-02-10T12:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:21:07.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Random random..'/><title type='text'>Home, A Getaway?</title><content type='html'>Hadn't had any sleep last night, which makes me super tired right now. Yeap, I've landed and am safely home. As at this moment, I am getting real comfortable on my bed. My eyelids are getting really heavy, but I just can't sleep. Well, one reason is that I have to help my Dad around the house. Not much time left for spring cleaning.&lt;div&gt;Yet, I wish I could just doze off a little while now. Just catch some power nap, or so. Whatever. I need not be so zombie-ish like now. Works will probably start as soon as Dad comes home from car wash. Gosh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nothing unusual that I always am not able to sleep well a day before traveling. But this is by far the worst. Not even an hour sleep the whole night through?! You gotta be kidding me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No thanks to you. Yes, you. I'm blaming it all on you. Say what you want, but I'm &lt;i&gt;bitching&lt;/i&gt;. Each time I close my eyes, I'm getting a little more pissed off than the last. I couldn't believe you did what you did. I can't be alright. It was a whole crappy night. Heck. Stupid stupid stupid. How foolish of me. I question your priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, I don't wanna talk about it. At least not now. I'm probably sorry you have to read it here, but I doubt you'd know what it was all about anyway. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could being home right now meant the perfect getaway for me? This was supposedly a really happy moment for me. But...it got ruined once again. I'm so sick of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5824383966464266210?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5824383966464266210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5824383966464266210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5824383966464266210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5824383966464266210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/02/home-getaway.html' title='Home, A Getaway?'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-2626583054190190460</id><published>2010-01-21T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:49:48.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nano-Nano 2010'/><title type='text'>Addio, Parte Uno.</title><content type='html'>Finally the nightmare is over. Though it is only of part one, but still I could catch a few couple of well-rested nights before it begins again. Or more so of &lt;i&gt;continuing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Yups, I'm done with my FYP Presentation&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; [Parte Uno]&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say, I was mumble-jumbling possibly the whole way through. It's bad. I know I could have done better. But words just fly by that very moment and you suddenly realize how shallow your vocabulary is! Not to mention the lack of confidence in my work and results. And the lack of supporting "&lt;i&gt;facts&lt;/i&gt;"! O-m-i-g-a-w-d.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the problem? I saw that long ago. Still working on it. If only MMU had been more co-operative and gives us access to more online journals! That'd help alot more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! I need help here. If you're reading this and your university &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[or any institution]&lt;/span&gt; could download online journals and e-books from science websites like &lt;a href="http://journals.iop.org/"&gt;IOP.org&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.springerlink.com/content/k23446mq14v24142/"&gt;SpringerLink&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ingentaconnect.com/"&gt;IngentaConnect&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cat.inist.fr/"&gt;CAT.INIST&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www3.interscience.wiley.com/cgi-bin/home"&gt;Wiley InterScience&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, that is JUST to name a few! So, anyone at all, please let me know if you have the access ID. Love you lots. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-2626583054190190460?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2626583054190190460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=2626583054190190460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2626583054190190460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2626583054190190460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/addio-parte-uno.html' title='Addio, Parte Uno.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-963389440825068312</id><published>2010-01-15T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:23:16.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - My rantings'/><title type='text'>Eff Is The Word.</title><content type='html'>I don't care. I dont care if it's rude. I don't care nuts about what you think. I am &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing pissed off. Today is NOT my day. Nothing seemed to go my way. It's my Black Friday. Not wearing black &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[unusually]&lt;/span&gt; doesn't help a damn bit. It's &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing black inside out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I be so &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing unlucky? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;818&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;/825&lt;/b&gt;?! You gotta be kidding me! Just because of one &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing dumb question, I have to waste an &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing 1k bucks to go thru the &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing process again! Seriously...what the &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;? This is unbelievably &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing dumb! Argh! I'm on the verge of losing my cool&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[which I believe I had just lost =.="]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daym&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fine if that is all. But nooooo. There has to be more. I just wanted to have a good dinner to shoo it all away and continue keeping my &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing coolness. But noooo. The &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing dumbness continues.  I had to happened to be wearing my sandals when I had to &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing knock my big toe to the&lt;i&gt; eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing sharp edge of the &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing table. Hurts like, &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing mad! Bleeds like nobody's &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing business. Grrr~! And the food wasn't really that good anyway! Even a McFlurry which I totally believed could &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; go wrong went wrong! What the &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was gonna cry but I laughed. As angry and frenzied that I was, it couldn't bother me more than the fact that I was gonna lose money&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; [and some skin, for that matter]&lt;/span&gt;. Through it all, I'm glad I had company. An &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ing good one, I might say? =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being there and made me laugh, Bii. For what it's worth, it's only money &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;nd some skin, for that matter, again]&lt;/span&gt;. It may be quite an expensive lesson but I'm hopeful it'll be a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lecturer said these to &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; us, "You gotta feel pissed off and so &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ed up now in order to thrive further ahead. The chance to put these all into action will be soon." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it ain't his exact words. But that's what he meant. So yeah, I'm all so &lt;i&gt;eff&lt;/i&gt;-ed up. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*evil grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-963389440825068312?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/963389440825068312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=963389440825068312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/963389440825068312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/963389440825068312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/eff-is-word.html' title='Eff Is The Word.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-7968716696084323745</id><published>2010-01-13T03:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:15:41.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for the moment'/><title type='text'>YouTube Addiction.</title><content type='html'>I know I'm supposed to be studying hard. But I just couldn't help that I'm addicted to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:tahoma, verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♫♬ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;gee gee gee gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:tahoma, verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:tahoma, verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt; currently. The song is so stuck in my head and YouTube's the place I stream for it. One thing lead to another and *&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;walla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;* I found this super duper funny clip.&lt;div&gt;It made us laughed uncontrollably that the terms '&lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;' and '&lt;i&gt;LMAO&lt;/i&gt;' sound fit. If you've seen my last &lt;a href="http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/mash-it-up-good.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, you'd see the big difference. If you know who're the Super Juniors, you'd probably be dumbstruck by the end of the clip. As for me, I have gone kablooey over the guy in the red cheongsam. I have yet learn his name, but does that really matter? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[Rhetorical question! No answer, please.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJ9RCPbbdp0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJ9RCPbbdp0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so adorable! So, I did a little more &lt;i&gt;research&lt;/i&gt; on the origin of this clip and *&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;walla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;* I found the full length video with English subtitle! Well, it ain't really &lt;i&gt;the&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;full video but this'll do. I just hope that the subtitles are correctly interpreted. One thing for sure though was that I have learnt a new word. A new &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Korean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; word. &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;BABO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;~! No no no no no...hah! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[Emphasis on the hand.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Watch to find out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2SE-nvVGTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2SE-nvVGTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you'd enjoyed it as much as we did. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-7968716696084323745?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7968716696084323745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=7968716696084323745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7968716696084323745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7968716696084323745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/youtube-addiction.html' title='YouTube Addiction.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1766826928200509322</id><published>2010-01-12T02:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:17:09.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music for the moment'/><title type='text'>Mash It Up Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They call this a remix. But its creator says its a mashup. Well, it's not like I'm anywhere near being the music expert&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[I can't even differentiate genres!]&lt;/span&gt;, but as far as vocabulary is concerned, 'mashup' is the word. Uncle Google can well explain it for you too. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been quite a fan to remixes, or any mashups for that matter. But this is superb. Repeating words of Adam C from Hitz.fm, this man is a genius! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mixing is done so beautifully, it sounds pretty cool. Bii says it's because 'Boom Boom Pow' is used as the base of the song. To which I find it to be very true. I tried listening to another mashup DJ Earworm did on 2008 - I don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and did you know the &lt;a href="http://djearworm.com/united-state-of-pop-2009-blame-it-on-the-pop-lyrics.htm"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; from this mashup meant something like a real song do too? Haha, apparently that's what mashups should be. I didn't know it, and I was amazed by my discovery at first.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*blushes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Now that I know, I felt so silly myself. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the whole evening today, we were both listening to this particular song below. It was after the disappointment of expecting good dance from 'Jay Sean - Down' MV that he wanted to show me another MV. Little did we know, we had the same song in mind. How pleasing. Hehe. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*smiles shyly*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway, this is what I was singing along the few lines I know for the whole night. You should really check out the dance version. And their bodies. And their legs. Okay, I'm sounding creepy now. Haha. I'm jealous! Oh, you enjoy the MV. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*shoo away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1766826928200509322?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1766826928200509322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1766826928200509322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1766826928200509322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1766826928200509322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/mash-it-up-good.html' title='Mash It Up Good.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-730938178403310543</id><published>2010-01-10T18:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:27:25.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masak masak'/><title type='text'>Home-Cook Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so it's the last day of the week. This is seriously bad. When will I stop holidaying and start getting my working mode on? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, three of us got all so hyped up when grocery shopping that we purchased ingredients for cook-out today. For morning, we were gonna have pancakes. Save up lunch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[for we know the breakfast intended will eventually turn out to be lunch anyway]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and we will cook some easy dishes for dinner. Fried fish, black pepper chicken and veggies. That was the initial plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Sunday and we woke up pretty early. By 11, we've got our pancakes ready. Pat on our shoulders for cooking an awesome, delicious, lips-smacking breakfast!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's actually pretty easy anyway with the ready-made flour that we bought. Haha. All we had to do was add water to it. But as easy as it sounds, don't underestimate &lt;s&gt;us&lt;/s&gt; the process. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0tk-MYl_qI/AAAAAAAAAqg/k7tw-g3cwLI/s320/10012010553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425541195736940194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0tkuvNF0-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/aCDEO6tBtj8/s200/10012010552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425540930206028770" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I last made pancakes. The last time was my first time making pancakes and that's like almost 2 years back, if I have not mistaken. But rusty sure I am not! Check out the first piece we made. Looks pretty good, huh? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*grins* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you love it~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honest opinion, do you not agree that it looks just like the ones from Paddington House of Pancakes?&lt;i&gt; Hohoho&lt;/i&gt;~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plain pancakes taste just too flat. So, out to save the day is our Hershey's chocolate syrup. &lt;i&gt;Mm mmm&lt;/i&gt;, good. Blogging about it right now makes me hungry for more chocolate! Nothing beats a good breakfast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0tmGhk5NlI/AAAAAAAAAqo/5PbFqBW99z4/s320/10012010563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425542438376257106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[I lurve this photo!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, we were talking and then decided it's a breakfast too early to make us skip lunch for the day. We doubt the pancakes could last us till dinnertime anyway. Yes, doubtlessly we rested for about an hour and proceeded to cooking for lunch. Those two pigs went to bed in between. Gosh~! Sleep, eat, sleep again! 'Nuff said. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lunch was a bigger headache. First, my dearest smart Chee Wei didn't look out for the fire as the potatoes and eggs were put to boil. Thus, the potatoes became too soft &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[though still usable]&lt;/span&gt; for our salad. Nonetheless, he should be &lt;i&gt;hella&lt;/i&gt; thankful that the house wasn't burnt down in the process! &lt;i&gt;Sheesh&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then, we got excess potatoes and we ran out of mayonaisse. The black pepper sauce made our dish of chicken tasted weird. The oyster mushroom tasted like some kinda Chinese noodles &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[according to Yam]&lt;/span&gt;. And the french beans were supposed to be deep fried but we didn't have the right wok for it. The fish was fine, but it was served looking so squashed and distorted as we didn't have a plate wide enough to accommodate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeap, the only perfectly good tasting dish is indeed the potato salad prepared by yours truly......'s dearest. It is anyhow his signature dish. Haha. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0tnlmOvkNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/4UCSLNu2scs/s320/10012010582.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425544071713099986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;What you see above was half of what we were supposed to cook for a meal. But we halved everything as we thought we wanted to do it again later for dinner. But guess what. Haha. I'm sure you guessed it right anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, we &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; going out for dinner. In like 30 minutes. No, we did not give up cooking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[yet]&lt;/span&gt;. It's just that we have a sudden craving for tom yam and decided to cure it. You gotta pamper your stomach once in awhile, right? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*pats tummy*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-730938178403310543?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/730938178403310543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=730938178403310543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/730938178403310543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/730938178403310543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-cook-sunday.html' title='Home-Cook Sunday.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0tk-MYl_qI/AAAAAAAAAqg/k7tw-g3cwLI/s72-c/10012010553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1764572805857548012</id><published>2010-01-09T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:20:50.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodie'/><title type='text'>Saturday Lunch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been back to Cyberjaya for 2 days now and what have I done? It's fair to say '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, there is this one thing that I have done alot of times since I am back and that is, using the washing machine. Yam and I had been taking turns working the machine up. And probably down. &lt;div&gt;We're wondering when the machine would get fed up of us and shout back. Hehe. Just please don't go on strike, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, washing machine. You're a great creation to have and I want you to know that!&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; *blinks innocently*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this afternoon, we went to Semenyih with Yam's brother's family to have '&lt;i&gt;ikan panggang&lt;/i&gt;' for lunch. First time meeting Rishyen boy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; [Yam's nephew]&lt;/span&gt; and he is super adorable. Just like expected, seeing from his photos. Oh, if only Yam brought a bigger bag we would have kidnapped him back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0xf3x02blI/AAAAAAAAArA/LJXjmM__0cY/s320/rish2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425817062947057234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[I had a feeling he was very wary of me. Possibly afraid that I'd kidnap him.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the lunch was superb. Eight of us there, we ordered 8 fishes with 2 mutton dishes and a veggie. That's super duper alot! The place's near the Broga Hills. Reminds me of all the photos uploaded from Facebookers hiking and the sunrise. One day in the near future I think I'm gonna hike up there and see what it's like for myself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0xgFxgP-RI/AAAAAAAAArI/4TfEzvzeCPY/s320/BrogaFish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425817303378819346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[We almost ordered everything there was in the menu!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This eatery is just a shabby old house located at the end of the road &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[literally]&lt;/span&gt;. It was actually named the '&lt;i&gt;Pusat Memancing&lt;/i&gt;' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[Fishing centre]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but I see noone with any rods at the ponds. The fishes are cooked on top of an old-fashioned charcoal grill. That and the freshness of the fish itself - delightful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0xl1DsN5CI/AAAAAAAAArY/K7Pv9A9erjY/s1600-h/rish10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0xl1DsN5CI/AAAAAAAAArY/K7Pv9A9erjY/s320/rish10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425823613272843298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0xl0a1BxDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aU-pPPQ2SDU/s1600-h/rish8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0xl0a1BxDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aU-pPPQ2SDU/s320/rish8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425823602303943730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing though was that by the 4th &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[or probably 5th]&lt;/span&gt; fish was served, we thought it all tasted the same already. Amelia got tired photographing the same-looking dishes too. The '&lt;i&gt;Asam Pedas&lt;/i&gt;' tasted about the same as '&lt;i&gt;Tom Yam&lt;/i&gt;' and the '&lt;i&gt;Kicap&lt;/i&gt;' tasted about the same as '&lt;i&gt;Mushroom sauce&lt;/i&gt;'. The only thing different is probably the fish grilled, there are 2 types -  bigger sized and smaller sized. Tasty, nonetheless. 'Nuff said. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0xmO1cLzFI/AAAAAAAAArg/bNdPWQEw_J0/s320/rish6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425824056124099666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*all photos are credits of Amelia with her Samsung Omnia II*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With the long bill &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[not that we had one in black and white]&lt;/span&gt;, it's surprising that everything only sums up to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;RM192&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I think it's cheap. But the thought of having the one-to-two-hour-drive to the place for a meal just puts me off. Unless I'm in a mood for a getaway. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cities outside in this region of the country is pretty unsafe for now, so to speak. Just to be fair, people should understand that this isn't the case in every part of the country, nor is it the case to everyone. So, anyway, just be safe alright? Blessed be. Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1764572805857548012?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1764572805857548012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1764572805857548012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1764572805857548012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1764572805857548012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-lunch.html' title='Saturday Lunch.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0xf3x02blI/AAAAAAAAArA/LJXjmM__0cY/s72-c/rish2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-7849387494317106271</id><published>2010-01-07T22:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:01:15.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My birthday :)'/><title type='text'>Warmest Thank Yous To All~!</title><content type='html'>Morning peepz! Will hop on the bus to be back to the cruel reality world of Cyberjaya soon around mid-noon. But before that, I'd like to take this little time I have to say a huge &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all who remembered and wished me all day thru yesterday! =) &lt;div&gt;You guys are the reason I went to bed and woke up smiling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Daddy, Mummy, Bro, Sis and Bii! Thanks for your presence and presents. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, early-wishers! Thank you to each and every heart-felt wishing on Facebook! It doesn't matter even if it's a belated one. It's the heart that counts, right! Facebook is the way of life &lt;i&gt;huh&lt;/i&gt; now? Hehe. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohhh&lt;/i&gt;, I really wanted to mention all your names here, each and everyone of you. But there's just too many. Again, it's the heart that counts right? Right! Haha. I promise I thanked you personally on FB though. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and then p/s, even Barn Buddy sent me a virtual cake to celebrate. Haha, how sweet. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's the warm &lt;i&gt;SMS&lt;/i&gt;-es. Glad to see some still stick to this mode of communication. Hehe. Thank you all~! Even my dental clinic wished me. That is so sweet! See why I entrust my teeth only to them? Hehe. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Rashad, for forgetting. Haha! I know who reminded you. Thank you for calling, Shad and Regina! Very, very sweet of you both. And yes Shad, I saw what you wrote on your MSN status message as well. Thank you! Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodness, I love birthdays. Haha. Not only my own, but all birthdays! =) No matter what I made myself think in the last year, I love birthdays! How could I be fooled by my own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm gonna wanna spend more time offline. I'm gonna miss home. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-7849387494317106271?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7849387494317106271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=7849387494317106271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7849387494317106271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7849387494317106271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/warmest-thank-yous-to-all.html' title='Warmest Thank Yous To All~!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-7857286748130115612</id><published>2010-01-06T23:59:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:01:15.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My birthday :)'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, eLaiNe~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday to me! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday to me, me!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the day! &lt;i&gt;Wow-wee&lt;/i&gt;! And Sis came back just in time before 12 to join in another round of cake-blowing ceremony for me. Love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My babe, he bought me an ice-cream cake I've always craved for. Specifically&lt;i&gt; the &lt;/i&gt;one that I had been keeping my drool for. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; So sweet of him! Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0TP1ncXV6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/jd99EFHCFRU/s320/06012010505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423688371288889250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a peek. Update tomorrow when I've uploaded the rest of the pictures from the phone. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first round was on Sunday when Sis bought me a cake in advance when she doubted that she could be back early from work to celebrate with me. Well, she was right. But it doesn't matter anyway. What really matters is her love. How sweet. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0S4mIqXbqI/AAAAAAAAAo4/kfrkfkDTyxc/s320/03012010437.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423662816560639650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the cute cake I got! Yummy. I insisted on a cute one. ^^ Thanks, Sis. Love ya! So great that she got me our fav cake, &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; chocolate cake! Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0S9ipzg6qI/AAAAAAAAApI/a9UC6rq7P2U/s200/DrParny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423668254296042146" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday he took me out for a movie, but there isn't much choice. So we settled for this. All because I saw these names in the cast line-up: Johnny Depp, Jude Law and the not-to-be-forgotten Heath Ledger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were super tired when we got to the cinema, sleepy and all, thanks to waking up early that morning. And then the twisty fantastical storyline doesn't help make relaxing easy for us either. Well, it wasn't a bad movie anyway. It's just that I'd need another time watching it before I can tell what happened at the end of it. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*frowns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's officially 6th January, birthday wishes kept pouring in. Love! I went to bed smiling &lt;i&gt;yesternight&lt;/i&gt;. And I woke up early this morning with yet a smile upon my face! I wondered if I smiled in my sleep the whole night thru. Haha! Love, love, love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what I had for breakfast. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0TC9ayG19I/AAAAAAAAApY/iRbrnqWstoA/s320/06012010461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423674211678214098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specially for me. Mummy gave me two eggs while everyone else had only one. I feel pampered! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out awhile after that. Chilling around Queensbay mall. I didn't even have the mood to shop, but I'm enjoying every bit of it. He took me to have a little snack &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[since we had late brunch]&lt;/span&gt;. Our favourite! Our loves! Haagen Dazs. ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0TFbcfPxbI/AAAAAAAAApg/LAWvTksrtWE/s320/06012010472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423676926555309490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's some dessert which I have forgotten its name. But I'd believe it's something named Brownie Explosion. Haha! Explosion it is alright. It was so full of chocolate, I felt so even more fuller at the end of it. Yet, it's still a L-O-V-E! Worth every single penny paid. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop, the arcade! It's been quite some time since I last played these. Love! And I beat him in Daytona! Fuh! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*proud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Though I wasn't that good being Rambo, I fared pretty awesome. Don't mess with the 23-year-old. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*laughs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0TKFtOjIeI/AAAAAAAAApo/OTXOC3dHH-c/s320/page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423682050649694690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner, the treat is on Daddy. And all I wanted is Western food. If I wanted Chinese on this day, I'd ask my Mummy to cook for me. Nothing beats my Mummy's cooking. And then again, nothing also beats a cheap Western food for a birthday dinner. Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0TN3WHH2-I/AAAAAAAAApw/3Rnd6R24_yU/s320/06012010508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423686201972874210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my God. I'm so excited just talking about my day. I don't even feel like a 23 year old now. Haha! Such a kid that I am. Nobody can stop me from feeling so. ^^ Look at my entry, I couldn't even blog with perfect lines of words. Everything is all about love. And in love, I am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love you, Daddy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love you, Mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love you, my Brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love you, my Sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I so love you, Dear Bii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for everything. For the great day. For the happy memories I cherish. For the sweetest time to start my year with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had I not mention how much I appreciate how you guys made me who I am today? =) Well, you know now. Love, love, love you all. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*hugs and kisses*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the only difficult and &lt;i&gt;un-fun&lt;/i&gt; thing I had to do today was to purchase the bus ticket back to Kay-El tomorrow. I am reluctant! But I had to. I am, afterall, grown up. Ain't I? &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-7857286748130115612?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7857286748130115612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=7857286748130115612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7857286748130115612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7857286748130115612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-elaine.html' title='Happy Birthday, eLaiNe~!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/S0TP1ncXV6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/jd99EFHCFRU/s72-c/06012010505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-7839757904421674517</id><published>2010-01-05T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:08:26.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - My rantings'/><title type='text'>Massive Freak Pains.</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a slight tummy ache early in the morning yesterday and it stayed uninvited for as long as it please. Yes, it's still around to annoy me. It ain't the gastric I used to have. It's just wind moving around, trapped in my upper abdomen. I could feel it moving around in my tummy, but why couldn't it find its way out? There're two exits anyway. &lt;i&gt;Tee-hee&lt;/i&gt;~&lt;div&gt;Through the day, I didn't have the appetite to eat at all. I only ate a few spoonfuls of rice with lotsa gravy to go with it. I think my stomach was going on a vegetarian diet yesterday for I felt like vomiting when I ate meat. Even if it's my favourite Hainan chicken rice. How sad. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun in Penang shines so brightly and it's ray of heat just beams right through your skin. It burns! Spending the day around town could be fun, but just makes my condition worse. Because at the end of the day, my head hurts as well. &lt;i&gt;Lagilah&lt;/i&gt; I don't have the appetite to eat. All I wanted was just lie down and do nothing. Massive headache wins over the massive movement of wind in the stomach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaky, freaky. Because after all that had happened, I still feel happy and contented. Despite the pains, I enjoyed the day pretty much! =) Especially when I get pampered over the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through it all I'm grateful I got all the freak pains while I'm still home in Penang and that he's there with me, by my side. Oh, the blissful life. ^^ I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I could stay longer but I just couldn't. I hadn't been working my ass off like I planned to, and it's &lt;i&gt;baaaaaad&lt;/i&gt;. Really bad. I'm reluctant to buy the one-way-ticket back to Kay-El. Help! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-7839757904421674517?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7839757904421674517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=7839757904421674517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7839757904421674517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7839757904421674517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/massive-freak-pains.html' title='Massive Freak Pains.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-774162541122573293</id><published>2010-01-03T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:18:24.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute to my hedgehogs'/><title type='text'>Farewell, My Hedgies.</title><content type='html'>When I said I don't wanna bring stuffs that had happened in the last year into this new one, I didn't mean this! I didn't mean this! I really, really didn't mean this.&lt;div&gt;I know I hadn't been the greatest owner but this just got me graded as the worst owner &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;! I wasn't there for them, and this is all my fault. I'm so sorry, baby hedgies. It's my fault. I never should have left you guys without us. I should have insisted on bringing you along. I'm sorry. We're sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If only" should not be uttered, for shoulda, woulda, coulda are the last words of a fool. This fool here had had the whole day to let the reality sink in. Thank you, Bii, for trying to keep this from me until today. I appreciate your goodwill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you guys. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-774162541122573293?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/774162541122573293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=774162541122573293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/774162541122573293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/774162541122573293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/farewell-my-hedgies.html' title='Farewell, My Hedgies.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-459985640336565388</id><published>2010-01-01T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:08:41.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 - Happy wishes'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010~!</title><content type='html'>Happy, happy New Year 2010~!&lt;div&gt;Today signifies a new day, new beginning of a new decade. Gotta love it~! At the strike of twelve, the new leaf is budding. At the first ray of sunshine, this new leaf is turning green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of a new year calls for a New Year resolution. And yes, I have just three in exact three words. I call it the 3R. Haha. Sounds kinda lame, even to myself. It's as if it's some kinda recycling tagline or the TV show aired some years ago. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[Is the show still on?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, as lame as it can be, this is it. It's time, and I've made up my mind for the better. It's time to move up and fore on. All these years, resolutions are either made and forgotten or not made at all. Haha. Such poor thing. Human nature, we call it. Though I couldn't say for sure I will fully accomplish my 3R in every aspect of my everyday life for the whole year to come, you can bet that I would put my fullest commitment to persevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters, my 3R would be applied to my attitude towards blogging. It's time to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;repent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and stop leaving my blog so lonely collecting dusts. It doesn't matter anymore what I used to need from my blog, how I need it to look like, etc etc etc. &lt;i&gt;Yada yada yada&lt;/i&gt;. I've wasted so much time working on it, and everything keep piling up. That's why it's time to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;revive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my beloved ranting spot. Poor little baby. Oh, did you know, she's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; [erm, what a coincident!]&lt;/span&gt; Yup. Today's her birthday alright! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Elaine promise that I'll be &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;responsible,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; okay? No more like what I did when you're two. Hehe. Pinky promise, okay? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*smooch smooch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you usually do on a New Year's day? Besides making resolutions, that is. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; My Mommy always say that everyday is just another day, it's special if you make it to be. While so, I have always thought that some days&lt;i&gt; are &lt;/i&gt;more special than your everyday. I made myself to believe it so and I tend to expect more on these special days. Oh so tiring. =) You'd know what happen when you expect too much, it's not healthy. That is why I finally smack myself back into senses and I realize &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[of course, I never forgotten anyhow]&lt;/span&gt; that what matters most is still and will always be of that knowing that my family and all that I love are safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the whole day at home just sitting lazily on my sofa, with him and my Momma while Daddy stays at his computer. Haha. Blissful~! Started watching a TVB drama and he got so hooked to it. Wow, thanks to my influence I couldn't even pull him away from the TV!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for us, we still get to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel later at night after a good Penang dinner. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*grins* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm loving it! I love the Chipmunks! I love my meal! I love Theodore! Haha. I tried alot throughout the whole movie but I just couldn't picture Jesse McCartney in him. Oh, what a dearie! And then there's the Chipettes. Gosh~ What a ridicule! A very wrong name, especially for these girls! Haha. That is if you know what I mean. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off, lemme say this one more time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010~!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-459985640336565388?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/459985640336565388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=459985640336565388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/459985640336565388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/459985640336565388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010~!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-4497432102672006161</id><published>2009-12-31T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:48:01.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 ender'/><title type='text'>Last Post For 2009.</title><content type='html'>As the day is coming to an end, so is the year. And I'm glad this will all soon be over. =) At least, that's what I'm putting my hopes on.&lt;div&gt;2009 wasn't really &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; year, so to say. And sad to add, I've sorta gotten the idea so since the very beginning of the year. Creepy, ain't it? I totally remember myself saying stuffs like, "2009 is not treating me well. I wish it isn't 2009." &lt;i&gt;Bla bla bla&lt;/i&gt;. Glad I survived anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I hadn't been the good Elaine in 2009. Especially in blogging. I'm so sorry I left my blog so long, indiscriminately. You know the funny thing is, I really mean it when I told people who asks, that I had no musings everytime I face my 'Dashboard' page. Everytime I see my 'Edit Posts' page, I feel so guilty and tries so damn hard to finish up my updates. Everytime I enter the 'New Post' page, all I can get are probably the first few lines and then I'm stuck. Seriously did ponder if I should switch to Twitter. You know, one line blogging. &lt;i&gt;Yada yada&lt;/i&gt;. But then again, I guess that's just not what I'm gonna do. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Facebook is not helping me in being good, either.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could probably have a million excuses why I hadn't been blogging much. &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt; But I blame it all on 2009. =) This is a 2009 ender entry, so here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the year ends, so will everything that happened in it, with it. Whatever. I've promised that all of the bad will go with 2009, not to be brought together as I step into 2010. Matter-of-factly, I'm thinking I might not even remember the good ones. For when you want to reminisce of the good times, the bad will prevail in your mind as well. The good and the bad, always go together. The irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably don't need a reminder of how I dislike 2009 and all. That's why the lack of updates. Blogs are public. Published post are viewed and commented. Words written are evaluated. Bottomline, blogger must be cautious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, somethings I need to rant about could not be made public. It's personal. And through 2009, I found that I ain't that good being metaphoric anymore. It gets pretty tiring when you need to cover up something when you can't even do so. Exact reason why the lines of blogging, instead of paragraphs of entries. It's more relieving when you could just shout out that one line of rants, and noone would question alot about it because noone would be fed enough information to pose more questions. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here's the thing I've decided. The year will go and it will bring with it whatever that happened. Hence, I would not need to update anymore outdated entries. &lt;i&gt;Yada yada&lt;/i&gt;. Good for me, in a way. Haha. What an excuse to be lazy. It helps definitely, to not be reminded of the year. It hurts to prolong lines of entries which requires lotsa thinking of how to put in metaphors. Especially when you don't want to do anymore thinking. Painful~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you're reading this, forgive me. The one year had gone with numerous tries to relive the blog, but to no avail. Guess I was too stuck up to be so tied up with whatever that happened that I see no way out for myself. So choked up, yet finds no place I could confide in. Not even my own personal ranting spot. How pathetic. So, this does it. No more. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hear up for my New Year resolutions tomorrow. &lt;i&gt;*hugs*&lt;/i&gt; Peace out for now~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-4497432102672006161?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4497432102672006161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=4497432102672006161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4497432102672006161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4497432102672006161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-for-2009.html' title='Last Post For 2009.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8668464783269898134</id><published>2009-11-13T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:59:31.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>Friday, The Thirteenth.</title><content type='html'>All these while, I have always tried to avoid acting superstitious on Friday the 13th. That's because I can't remember a single &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(total)&lt;/span&gt; bad day on Friday the 13th. But today proved otherwise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's probably the worst day by far. After a whole lot of regaining period. I can't believe it could get worse. But it left me in shock. &lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt; left me in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what to do, nor should do. I don't even feel like doing anything at all, anymore. I was lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really thought, no matter what happened or what I did, this was not going to repeat. But why do you prove it to me so differently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I told myself in the morning to have no fear for what-so-ever Friday the 13th, that's when it started that I realize everything is happening. Oh, damn the radio for reminding me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But always, a whole hell-of-a-day is never too harsh on me. Thank God it was Friday anyway. Thank God my Mummy is in KL. Thank God for making me a strong girl now. Though as tough as I can be, I'm still in blur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what, I'm thankful it's over. But only God knows what'll be next. At least for the next few days, I cannot foresee how it will all be. God leads the way, please shine your light on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8668464783269898134?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8668464783269898134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8668464783269898134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8668464783269898134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8668464783269898134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-thirteenth.html' title='Friday, The Thirteenth.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-378910048620755690</id><published>2009-11-05T02:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:47:38.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Buff'/><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SvJSis-H5YI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lC2cnNsnEaw/s1600-h/The_Time_Traveler%27s_Wife_film_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SvJSis-H5YI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lC2cnNsnEaw/s320/The_Time_Traveler%27s_Wife_film_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400469659311400322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is simply just superrr-dee-duper! And those of you who have yet watched it, shoo on to the cinema now. Haha. Unpaid publicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*gosh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I first heard of it on radio, but paid no attention to it. Then Yam came along and said it was wayyy better than she expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was a movie day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(for us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, and we had no particular show in mind that we crave for. Michael Jackson: This is it, was gonna have to wait. The road is clear for The Time Traveler's Wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When it started, I thought it was gonna be JUST another romance movie, where they all live happily ever after. Bla bla bla. Boring, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But little did I know, I was the one hoping that it is just another movie with happy ending towards the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Oops, spoiler alert!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would've wept uncontrollably if the ending scene was to be just a fraction longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, here's the thing. I didn't get to the cinema on time for the commercials, so I was a little lost at the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Haha. YES! It meant I was late for the movie! Gosh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fortunately, it didn't take long before the plot sets in. Lucky for me, I came across the book in the bookstore earlier. So, I did have a look at the short synopsis behind it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And yes again, it meant we didn't know what we were up for when we purchased the movie passes. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before you watch this movie, you'd better be prepared and know what's coming your way. So, here, I'm giving you some help! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lemme extract what I read from the back of the book. Lemme think...think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, Clare met Henry when she was 6 and he was over 30. That was the first time she met him. Henry met Clare when he was 28 and she was 20. That's the first time ever he met her. She knew everything about him, while he doesn't know her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It sounded weird, but that's how the story goes. An incredible love story to make you really struggle to believe it alive. It makes you wonder more, wanting to know more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the ending was too heart-wrenching. I heard that the book has a different ending to it. The book is the next that I'm gonna buy, and hopefully to finish reading in the very near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, one advice, tuck your rationale-seeking self to a corner when you watch this movie. Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-378910048620755690?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/378910048620755690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=378910048620755690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/378910048620755690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/378910048620755690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SvJSis-H5YI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lC2cnNsnEaw/s72-c/The_Time_Traveler%27s_Wife_film_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5436485647522016788</id><published>2009-11-01T15:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:26:02.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>New November, Foreseen Hectic Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sister came and went back.  If only she could have stayed longer, then we could have done more shopping together in KL. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was supposed to have gone to Johor Bahru with him, but there had been a change in plan at the very last minute. I felt really bad about it, but I had to do what I have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had to stay back. God knows how it would be if I hadn't. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last you heard from me was pleading for September to ends. Now, October ended too. And here comes November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gosh, October was too fast. I had alot to update but just had no time!!! Once I finished internship, I had gone on a real holiday! Best, longest holiday I had by far. From the south to the north of Malaysia. In and out of Malaysia, too. Out for only a day. Better than none. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've done alot of shopping too. Which is really bad. I've spent alot, too much that I need to start thinking of ways to generate real cash! Hehe. Any ideas, or suggestion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was the beginning of October, and I will be updating soon about all that I have done (real hopeful). And hell yeah, I'm supposed to be busy working on giving my FYP its starting momentum right now. But what am I doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hehe. I had a great weekend. Too great that it isn't stressful enough to get me going. Worst of all, I can't seem to get the stuffs I want and need. I'm not even sure if I could get it all done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have I made a wrong choice? Don't tell. Shush. I don't need to know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wish me luck for the months to come. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5436485647522016788?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5436485647522016788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5436485647522016788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5436485647522016788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5436485647522016788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-november-foreseen-hectic-days.html' title='New November, Foreseen Hectic Days.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-4696728143896120267</id><published>2009-10-31T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:24:37.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>One Day Is Too Short, And Too Long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All at the same time. Why can't we just manipulate time and space, just like Hiro Nakamura, just to be able to do what we like? Oh, right. Cause we're in REALITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I'm watching too much of movies. Heroes, in particular. Blame me not. I'm trying to catchup on the episodes I have missed since Season 3, when I couldn't get my hands on the downloads. And eventually, I've missed the whole season and the new one too. That said, I have lots of watching to be done. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Waiting, and waiting. Awaiting my Daddy and Mummy to pick me up, then we'll be off to pick up my Jie Jie. That's after bidding goodbye to him. Sorry, I couldn't stay on the plan. It was really unexpected for me too. I wish to be there too. I was excited for it, in fact. Oh well, there's the other chance for better celebrations. :) I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day. Sis coming and leaving tomorrow, with Dad. Back to Penang. *sobz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just one day. He'll be back from the south. *yay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day. Oh, how short and long it seemed. All at the same time. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyhow, I guess I'd want to make it the long one. Let's try to have some fun, Sister. :) I'm glad you're here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-4696728143896120267?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4696728143896120267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=4696728143896120267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4696728143896120267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4696728143896120267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-day-is-too-short-and-too-long.html' title='One Day Is Too Short, And Too Long.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-9171742187059941761</id><published>2009-10-28T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:47:48.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>Insecurity Is Painful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...to the 'F', to the 'Y', to the 'P'!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's so stressful. To think that I have started early, there are people who have started even earlier than I was. Way earlier. I've lost. But it ain't official. I believe I still have the chance. As long as I am not rejected, I would not give up. God forbids. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've sent in the second proposal. As per requested. Is it gonna be accepted? Oh, please God, let it be. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get it. Well, I do have a second backup plan. But seriously, God, it doesn't seem quite like a very good plan. Don't you think so too?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet God, it seemed very convincing that there is no need for second plan. How'd You do that?! I have it in me, something keeps telling me not to worry. It's all gonna be alright. I'm worrying over nothing. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Am I? I prefer an answer quick. Or I meant, a quick answer. Hehe. I just need an answer!! I don't wanna be wondering, guessing anymore. Please, please, please. Pretty, please?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Updated on 29th October 2009.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What can I say?! It's confirmed!! God is gooooooood!! I knew it all along! It was gonna be just fineeeeeeee. *big grin*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you, God! Thank you, Dr Ong! Haha. But still, it wasn't pleasant at first. *sulks* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh well. I've got a title now. I'm gonna work hard to keep it, and to secure an A!! Hopefully. ^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-9171742187059941761?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/9171742187059941761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=9171742187059941761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/9171742187059941761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/9171742187059941761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/insecurity-is-painful.html' title='Insecurity Is Painful...'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5325949813109355161</id><published>2009-10-01T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:02:01.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Month Of Holidays.</title><content type='html'>Currently, I'm in Johor Bahru. What am I doing here? No reason, except to be with him on his birthday. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why the title of the post so? No reason, except I'm feeling that I really need to put my plans in action. All plans and no action make Elaine a real bore. So, I'm gonna start with JB. Then it's gonna be Singapore. And then there's the road trip around north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for all these to come along. But for now, I'm just glad that I'm here, in JB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5325949813109355161?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5325949813109355161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5325949813109355161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5325949813109355161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5325949813109355161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday.html' title='The Month Of Holidays.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-782895508954502452</id><published>2009-09-27T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:25:44.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>Wake Me Up When September Ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somehow this Green Day's song has finally meant something to me already. Haha. Before, there was never a reason why would I be anticipating for September to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But right now, I can't wait for the 30th to comeeeeeeeeeee. Oh c'mon already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It isn't like I have anymore of assignments or such to work on anymore. I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sitting around since like a month or more already!! I've had enough!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you imagine reading news from The Star online to New Straits Times online to New York Times online?! Gosh!! I've never seen myself more interested in the sadness of the world. Not like I wanted to anyway. I even know news from the Tuol Sleng! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Still, I guess the worst part of all news would be the political state in Malaysia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Malaysia!! Malaysia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;setentunya boleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please kindly wake me up only when September ends. Three more days to go, counting down. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've so much to do! So many plans to be initiated! Weeeee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*p/s: Sorry for the lack of updates. Will do it soon. Be prepared to see lotsa backdated posts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Cheers, people. Off for now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-782895508954502452?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/782895508954502452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=782895508954502452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/782895508954502452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/782895508954502452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake Me Up When September Ends.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-753116607614060017</id><published>2009-09-25T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:25:30.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>Admittedly Angry Over Unworthy Stuffs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm angry. Why is it my fault? What have you said so unfairly to make people think that you are innocent and it is my fault to cause these situations to happen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really don't understand. Have I done wrong avoiding myself when I don't feel invited? When I don't feel welcomed? I don't blame you for putting on a show with your expressions when you see me or any other time at all. It's your face. But I won't avoid from admitting that I don't like it. You have the freedom to frown and be rude, but I also have the freedom to stay clear of what I despise seeing. And to be frank, I'm glad I'm off radar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At first, I was stupid enough to feel uneasy thinking what could you have said. Thank God it didn't last long. Cause then again, you know what. I don't even care. I can't always be bothered of what you think and to worry of what you'd say to people. Even though that it's not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm still glad I made the right move, the right choice. Having done all that in my part did not mean I was being offensive, I was merely saving my own butt. I certainly ain't gonna engage in any arguments or anything of that such with any of you. It just isn't worthy. :) I've learnt better than to do that. So don't try to overdo anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bottomline, I'm happy with the way and the direction my life is leading to now. You don't make a difference. Praise to the Lord. Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-753116607614060017?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/753116607614060017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=753116607614060017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/753116607614060017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/753116607614060017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/admittedly-angry-over-unworthy-stuffs.html' title='Admittedly Angry Over Unworthy Stuffs.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-6287621994703826119</id><published>2009-07-26T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:26:25.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>Go Away, Whatever-You-Are!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're making me ache all day, all night. The pain you're causing me! Heck! If only I know what you are, it'll be easier then to counter-attack you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At first, I totally thought it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; an ulcer. An ulcer grown at a very, very, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; wrong spot. And so I thought it would go away pretty soon. Well, ulcer do go away eventually in like, a couple of days, right? Well, at least based on experience, mine did most of the time. The longest it took was probably just 4 days (I guess?). Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it's been almost two weeks. So why is it still here?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I did suspect that it wasn't ulcer after a week actually, so I did what I didn't dare to do before (cause it hurt alot, understand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;). I used my finger to inspect on the "crime-scene". The crime: hurting Elaine. The scene: gap between the wisdom tooth and upper jaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I reckoned, it truly was a swell. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;whyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;? =( It hurts alot! I can't open my mouth bigger than an inch (or lesser). I can't open my mouth to feed myself like normal. Worse of all, I can't chew! Even drinking water hurts. Oh, not to mention my saliva! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*wails!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm taking my medicines now. And even that hurts. It still ain't subsiding. Help!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Damn you, wisdom tooth! I know you're the cause. So said my docs too! I hate you. But I'm too phobic to get rid of you. Haha. Oh, the dilemma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-6287621994703826119?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6287621994703826119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=6287621994703826119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6287621994703826119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6287621994703826119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-away-whatever-you-are.html' title='Go Away, Whatever-You-Are!!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3000430322439377573</id><published>2009-06-26T20:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:40:34.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship time'/><title type='text'>It's Finally Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really seemed easy at first. To be away from one another in these four months. I never see it as a challenge, nor did I see it as a test. All it seemed from the very beginning was, it's a good thing to be able to go home. Our homes, respectively. I'm sure our parents missed us well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Four months isn't really as long as it sounds. With a blink of an eye, it's all gone," I found myself saying. That was obviously before, a month ago to be exact.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it was a no-regret sorta thing. I'm still glad we're able to spend the time at home even if it meant spending the time away from being together. I sound too generous, don't I? Haha. Bear in mind, it's only for four months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three weeks have passed, and it's going to be finally tomorrow! Oh, the eagerness and excitement. And the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nervousness&lt;/span&gt;!! Haha. Yes, hell yeah, I'm nervous. Which is probably the reason why these three weeks was much more of a brief anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be waiting for tomorrow to come. I'm sure you'll score well anyway. ^o^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3000430322439377573?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3000430322439377573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3000430322439377573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3000430322439377573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3000430322439377573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-finally-tomorrow.html' title='It&apos;s Finally Tomorrow.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-9098935910534054774</id><published>2009-06-02T20:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:56:29.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>If I Were There.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever been in a situation when you are listening to a story told and wished you were there to slap the antagonist back to conciousness?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, I have. I've been in a lot of such situations for the past few days especially (never to mention, in my life). Not only was i wishing to slap the antagonist, sometimes I wish I could smack everyone else in it as well. I was practically shouting in my mind, "Oh holy mother of God! Wake up, you idiots!!".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But as sad as it may or would be, thoughts remained as it is, thoughts. Whatever we thought we would do could never be done. One obvious reason is of course, we weren't there at the time it happens. But more importantly is the fact that we still have that little space left from the boundaries of our limits. And this space is what keeps us from bursting into loud gestures, to keep our cool. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For my case. I guess it would be because I never had the privilege to slap and smack anyone in the story. I'm the little character who is expected to just remain silent and keep mum. I'm the background tree that could only listen and sway but never speak up. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heck, I won't be dumb. There will come a day when I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be there and you (whoever you are) would be getting a piece of &lt;em&gt;MY &lt;/em&gt;mind. A frigging huge piece indeed. You just wait for it. Patience has its limits. Peace out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-9098935910534054774?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/9098935910534054774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=9098935910534054774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/9098935910534054774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/9098935910534054774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-were-there.html' title='If I Were There.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5069761839088525070</id><published>2009-06-01T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:53:52.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For my Daddy dearest'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today, we shall be heading back to home home home in Penang! Oooo...  ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though it's his birthday, he still had to drive the long way home today. This again is one of those many times when I surely hope I'm the pro in driving! Gosh~ When will this wishing end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, Mom said I'll be the one driving myself to work during the internship. We'll see how that'll go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dad, wont you wish for that to come true for me as well? Part of your birthday wish aight? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love you loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5069761839088525070?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5069761839088525070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5069761839088525070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5069761839088525070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5069761839088525070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-9069613999099636084</id><published>2009-05-31T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:42:15.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Missing It Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember when I first left Penang for Malacca for foundation studies. I hated the place here, being alone and all. Staying in the hostel didn't help at all. I felt totally dumped. I absolutely remember how Yam and I would fight with Shad about how much better is Penang compared to Malacca. Haha, oh the foolishness back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, I found friends. In class and in hostel. Suddenly, even staying in that damp ol' dark creepy hostel doesn't seem to be that bad anymore. Laughters had bring life to our hostel rooms. Arguments and naughty taunts just, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; well &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[as much as I hated to admit this]&lt;/span&gt;, brought much more than just fun to the times we had in the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remember leaving Malacca for Cyberjaya after that year. Oh, how I am beginning to miss Malacca already. Maybe it's the company in Malacca that I'm missing most. But Malacca didn't seem that bad when it first was anymore. The hatred has now turned its attention to Cyberjaya, the intelligent land. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!*&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, it's stupid how it's "intelligent" and yet so dead. While most of my best buds stayed in Malacca's campus, I'm basically here very alone, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla... Time flies. It's finally the time I've been waiting for since the very first day stepping into the grounds of MMU. Haha. Internship!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And hell yeah, I got what I wanted. To work in Penang!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm missing Cyberjaya. Okay, fine. So the reason is mostly him. Still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a life there like nowhere else. And the life is called, Uni-life. Cool name, eh? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll miss you. :) But I missed home too. So &lt;em&gt;boo-yah&lt;/em&gt;. I'm going home!! See you again in four-months, Cyberjaya. And you baby, see you in a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-9069613999099636084?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/9069613999099636084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=9069613999099636084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/9069613999099636084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/9069613999099636084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/missing-it-finally.html' title='Missing It Finally.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3014974530968087490</id><published>2009-05-27T18:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:41:33.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>I Survived It All.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally the ordeal is over! I finally experienced the devilic consequences of taking six god-bless [LOL] subjects in a trimester. And now I'm free from it. Well, not quite yet. But the continuation of it will only affect me probably 3 weeks later. And that's when the results are out. Brr~~~ Right, don't wanna think about that first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thinking back on the study and exam weeks, it is kinda like a blur now. All I knew was I studied quite like mad [I hope], I played like mad, I watched movies like mad, I ate like mad. But I didn't quite slept like mad. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; totally couldn't quite get a grip of myself after the Nano-Science paper. I just wanted to sleep like mad, but I couldn't cause I have one last paper to go. And now...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyahaha&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shouldn't brag about my sleeping hours now for I still have to keep my moral support for one fella who still has 2 more papers to go in 2 days. I totally understand the hardship of it, since I had my own go at it. But of course we couldn't compare for I felt luckier to have my arrangement of exam schedules, if not better.&lt;br /&gt;Having 3 papers in 3 days, one could not help but saturates his/her brain. Not to mention those who have 4. But none of it could feel any worse if it had been in the first week, when you could just get it over and done with. I felt like as if I was already on holidays right after the very first paper, and it is sooooo not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the exams are over, it's time to pack. No more of last minute packing this time. For I will be going home for FOUR months! Internship, here I come! We'll talk about my excitement for internship later on. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I thought alot about alot of stuffs [haha~] during the exam weeks. Internship, 4 months to be back in Penang, what can I do, what would I do, etc etc. Oh gosh~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;Too distractive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sooooooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blady-ful&lt;/span&gt; glad my exams are finally over! &lt;span&gt;[Sorry. :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;This is a humble request to any persons who leave a message on my chatbox on the sidebar. I'd appreciate it if you could kindly leave a nickname or something appropriate rather than just a 'Guest' from now on okay? I wish I could distinguish you people from one another. And I certainly do not appreciate inappropriate behaviour out of nowhere and no reason at all directed to any of my friends on that chatbox. If you've got guts to post it up, have guts to own up to it. So embarassing. I shall not respond to any 'Guest' messages from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3014974530968087490?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3014974530968087490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3014974530968087490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3014974530968087490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3014974530968087490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-survived-it-all.html' title='I Survived It All.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-420212812998204603</id><published>2009-05-10T10:44:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:10:08.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For my Mommy dearest'/><title type='text'>Love You, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's that time of the year again, and I'm not back to my cozy home-y. Man, this sucks. But Penang is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wayyy&lt;/span&gt; too far at this moment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Mom. Miss you too, Dad. =D&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I'm there. Wish that you're here. Either way. Tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get home at the end of the month, minus the exams and internship.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, since I'm still here...I'll try to study harder. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt; Sis take over and celebrate ya~&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! Will be home soon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This goes out to all Mothers out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:300%;"  &gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-420212812998204603?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/420212812998204603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=420212812998204603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/420212812998204603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/420212812998204603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-you-mom.html' title='Love You, Mom!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-433757291780207864</id><published>2009-05-08T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:51:06.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>To Think That We've Elected Them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was reading the newspaper earlier on and was not quite surprised when I saw the front page. I guess I kinda got used to watching these kinda things happening during their meetings. But I never really would have thought that this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;bigger news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when I was at home and we watched the news about the fight among Taiwanese leaders on tv, and we laughed and said, "Tsk tsk, to think that they're the elected bunch in the country".&lt;br /&gt;What do you think the outsiders would think of Malaysia now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the whole 'agenda' on The Star newspaper and saw the video posted on Jia Xing's blog. And the disappointment just adds on. But I can't deny that it is kinda funny! =p It's like those kids fighting in school. I don't think I'd wanna post it here, the video is just too noisy and annoying. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hop over to &lt;a href="http://cheamjiaxing.blogspot.com/2009/05/perak-dun-crisis.html"&gt;Jia Xing&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good laugh. Ciaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-433757291780207864?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/433757291780207864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=433757291780207864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/433757291780207864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/433757291780207864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-think-that-weve-elected-them.html' title='To Think That We&apos;ve Elected Them.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-866324760017189</id><published>2009-05-06T20:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:49:08.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>Loving Windows 7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Appearance-wise, hell yeah. Seems to me everyone is getting the frenzy. And I, for sure, got this frenzy from him. He downloaded it the very minute it was released yesterday and could not sit still in the library since then, knowing that it could take years to download it with my laptop on wireless. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pfffftttttt~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, what's the big deal, man?! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that he's installed it, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sudah tergerak-gerak&lt;/span&gt; wanna upgrade my Vista to Windows 7.&lt;br /&gt;It does look nice. It's more or less still look like Vista but only a level higher. It seemed that Microsoft had picked up on our complains and done a whole &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windows-7/whats-new.aspx"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt; of improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taskbar function is the most catchy one by far. Here's what Microsoft described of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The taskbar at the bottom of your screen is what you use to launch programs and switch between them when they're open. In Windows 7 you can pin any program to the taskbar so it’s always just a click away, and you can rearrange the icons on the taskbar just by clicking and dragging. We’ve made the icons considerably bigger, too, so they’re easier to use. Hover over the icons and you’ll see thumbnails of every file or window that open in that program, and if you hover over the thumbnail, you’ll see a full-screen preview of that window. Move the cursor off the thumbnail and the full-screen preview disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cool eh. Sounds cool, looks cool. But imagine you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-hover across some thumbnails with your boss looking over your shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Habis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So much for pretending to work hard. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows 7 also comes with a whole lot of new and different themes. There's the one with Easter bunnies, one with the teddies in robot suit, one with the fishy, etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;I used to have slideshow of all my photos in the folder, but never had I had desktop background of a slideshow. Now, it's becoming possible with Windows 7. So cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God!! I'm so excited already. I had just been blabbing about what Windows 7 looks like on the desktop, haven't had I even talked about the upgrades on the other features. I just got to know a few from him. All being the greatness of Windows 7. Haha. Normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;larh kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;? New things sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;angkat-angkat sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Later we'll see if there's as many complains as Vista. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am so tempted to switch right now. But at the same time, I'm really lazy to take the trouble to upgrade my laptop. What if anything happens. Oh, boy. What a hassle it will be then.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really fascinated with all the new and cool features of Windows 7. Oh, God. Gosh~~ Tempting, tempting!&lt;br /&gt;Should I? Should I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahhh~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I should be studying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Apasal so many Malay words around in this post ni? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windows-7/whats-new.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-866324760017189?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/866324760017189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=866324760017189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/866324760017189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/866324760017189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/loving-windows-7.html' title='Loving Windows 7.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3766452459759552191</id><published>2009-05-05T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:55:05.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>Slow Connection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hate it when the internet is running so slowly. Why can't my browser just load faster? Okay, maybe not faster cause that'd be too much to ask for. But why can't it at least run like it used to.&lt;br /&gt;Just load it okay?! Just don't waste my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for almost half an hour for this page to load. Some minutes though some pages would actually load faster than the one I REALLY wanna log in to. How much dumber could it be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so pissed off now. It's okay if you didn't realize the time you spend just waiting in front of the computer. But that'll be another story once you realized that you've spent all your precious time doing nothing and just waiting. It just got me a frigging headache. Gosh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for relaxing myself with some games online. I couldn't even get this one thing done! Grrr~~!!&lt;br /&gt;And yes! It's still loading.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yoh~! Faster larhhhhhhh~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3766452459759552191?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3766452459759552191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3766452459759552191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3766452459759552191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3766452459759552191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-connection.html' title='Slow Connection.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5393542480595861566</id><published>2009-05-01T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:26:17.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>May I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's the new month again. Just one more month till the end of the trimester. One more month till we all start to work. Oh, no serious jobs, just interns. Hehe. I'm going back to Penang!!&lt;br /&gt;Four whole months back to home sweet home. Four whole months without him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh~&lt;/span&gt; Give and take, Elaine! Give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month of stress awaits. Final exams will start on the 18th of June. That's less than half a month away. Coping with 6 subjects this trimester is a kill, yet I've chosen so thus I have to go thru so.&lt;br /&gt;Counting down, I supposedly have 18 days left, divided equally 3 days per subject. Haha! I must be a genius to be able to finish cramming the whole subject taught in a whole trimester in just 3 days! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pfffttt~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have done my '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;study timetable&lt;/span&gt;' today. I was supposed to have started revising on my first subject today. Note, supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, nothing was done. Hehe. No, I'm not proud of it. But, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's Labour Day. I should get a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. So, I couldn't and I didn't get a day break. Yet, a whole day was dedicated to finishing our assignment coding, beautifying it and repairing those glitches. I hope everything will be done by tomorrow. So that whatever happened on Tuesday will not occur once again, or I will definitely explode! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ka-booom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should catch some sleep now. Waste no time, Elaine. Waste no time. Toodles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5393542480595861566?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5393542480595861566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5393542480595861566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5393542480595861566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5393542480595861566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-i.html' title='May I?'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-2747568236888529537</id><published>2009-04-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:07:37.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Buff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>A Week It Lasts...With Wolverine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It had been quite a stressful week. I guess the worst of it all was missing a quiz I had never intended to miss. It got me so pissed off, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eff-ed&lt;/span&gt; up that I couldn't even utter a word about it, not to mention blogging. So am I glad it's over? I'm still not quite sure. Probably I do still wish that I never had to miss out on that quiz, given that I have done almost everything and it shouldn't have had happened. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished all my midterms. But it's already time to start studying for my finals. How great is that. How fun is that. =.="&lt;br /&gt;Two more assignments to go. Final touches on the Mastermind game and reports for both assignments and I'm off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, X-Men Origins: Wolverine is out! And because my midterms are all finished, I guess it does give me a reason to relax a little and celebrate just a little. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyWS9Yq2QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iDIWMKrAMlc/s1600-h/x-men-origins-wolverine-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyWS9Yq2QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iDIWMKrAMlc/s320/x-men-origins-wolverine-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331301311359670530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was such an awesome movie! Not gonna speak of its synopsis, cause it will be a spoiler. Hehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buuutttt&lt;/span&gt;, if you insist, read it &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0458525/synopsis"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have this to say though. It's an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; movie! And you so got to watch it in the cinema, for only in the cinema would you get the superb effect. Unless of course you have a 40-over-inch plasma TV with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;duper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;bang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;bang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; surround sound system at home, then please say home and watch it in full HD!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[You may invite us as well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind watching it again. Though I do prefer if there's another ending to it. A happier ending perhaps? One where the two persons in love could be together, or at the very least remembered. Or one where the cute Ryan Reynolds does not have to be the human Frankenstein! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sobz~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyWS1VpL4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/hFG34LTYBhg/s1600-h/wolverine-movie-images-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyWS1VpL4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/hFG34LTYBhg/s320/wolverine-movie-images-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331301309199495042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of a good character. You have got to see his samurai skills! Haha. Awesome, baby!!&lt;br /&gt;And there's also the Will.I.Am! I got a shock seeing his name at the beginning of the movie. I thought he only sings, never ever crossed my mind he could be a jumper. Cool, man! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jackman is goooooooood. Period. Watch it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Night night!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Lights off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyYxlSgyMI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ou7sEshqwFQ/s1600-h/more-wolverine-pics-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyYxlSgyMI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ou7sEshqwFQ/s320/more-wolverine-pics-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331304036490594498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, wait. I have GOT to say this. Watch closely at the beginning of the movie. You might see some scenes from other movies. Perhaps Saving Private Ryan? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahakz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyYYLRo4-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/nG5G4aP-UhE/s1600-h/x-men-wolverine-movie-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyYYLRo4-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/nG5G4aP-UhE/s320/x-men-wolverine-movie-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331303600010879970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll know I'm right~ Good night, Blobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-2747568236888529537?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2747568236888529537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=2747568236888529537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2747568236888529537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2747568236888529537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-it-lastswith-wolverine.html' title='A Week It Lasts...With Wolverine!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SfyWS9Yq2QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iDIWMKrAMlc/s72-c/x-men-origins-wolverine-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-839938200737460339</id><published>2009-04-28T18:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:02:06.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>I Don't Mind Forwards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are over a hundred unread emails in my Hotmail-box again. Since I'm really pissed right now and have practically no mood to do anything in mind, I've decided to read them.&lt;br /&gt;I love forwarded mails. Though some could be quite irritating, especially those disguising to be some sorta chain mails or some charity mails, but some others are quite interesting and informative. I especially love those meaningful ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I f&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ound another mail that caught my heart. It's about this short movie clip which won some Berlin's Aw&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And the title of the clip is called Chicken A-la Carte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the whole clip may seem to be a little irrelevant, but please keep watching. It's worth your few minutes. And maybe at the end of it, you'll appreciate your chicken meat more now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate whatever you have. Don't waste. Did you see the smile and laughter on those children? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some brats out there would think that, "If I don't waste, where would they get food then."&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;May God bless you.&lt;/span&gt; =_____="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-839938200737460339?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/839938200737460339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=839938200737460339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/839938200737460339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/839938200737460339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-mind-forwards.html' title='I Don&apos;t Mind Forwards.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-7789209392074596554</id><published>2009-04-27T11:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:03:28.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>The Feeling Of Being Afraid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I'm afraid. Of what? Of running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;And having to rely on the speed of how others would work. The worst of it all, having to rely on the decision that how the person in particular would make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I hate having to wait on others, having to depend on what others felt like deciding. Especially when I'm running out of time, I hate this!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't just sit here and wait. But what else can I do?! I'm freaking out. I freaked out, yes. And now I am freaking out &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's noone who can help. Not even myself at this point, except to stay confident and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;But where can confidence and hope bring me? I'd love to believe I'll go far with just that. However, part of me still is sober enough to realize that I can't just live on those. But how?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna sedatives soon if this doesn't get settled and go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-7789209392074596554?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7789209392074596554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=7789209392074596554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7789209392074596554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7789209392074596554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-of-being-afraid.html' title='The Feeling Of Being Afraid.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8296849244312785992</id><published>2009-04-26T16:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:25:59.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>My Ranting Spot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friends said, when you post something on your blog, it's for the world to see, to read and to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my blog is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; ranting spot. I rant what I want. I'd say what I like. Up to certain limits in life, I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my own considerations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therefore, I wouldn't disagree to say that it's pretty sad to have to control yourself at times when you're reaching to burst out of your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably ain't the best metaphoric-person around nor do I intend to be one, but that doesn't mean it's a deciphering game in my blog. I used to have this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; who would read and come to me and tell me about the way I write. How obvious I tell to the world of my problems. That made me wanted to switch to WordPress, in which I could set password to some&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; private &lt;/span&gt;blogposts and publicised only the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; ones. Seriously, c'mon. It's pretty ridiculous to come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I cannot deny that I do still stop myself from publishing some posts that I think is just not up for the world. Like I said, I have my own considerations. However, I believe one day, my patience will run low and that's when someone will get a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;dedication&lt;/span&gt; and the world would know.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [Haha.] &lt;/span&gt;But till then, I'll still try to keep it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that day comes, I don't mind people reading, that's why I posted it up. I don't mind people commenting, positively or negatively towards me, I'll be ready for it. I don't mind people judging, cause I know nobody wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of people who would read my blog and talk about it behind my back &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[technically, though I came to know of it later on]&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't mind people gossiping or judging, for that matter. But try to be reasonable and just. It's very unfair to misjudge what I write and very unfair to stop me from writing what I intend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for this post. Nothing. Just finding things to rant about since I couldn't rant about what I want. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8296849244312785992?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8296849244312785992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8296849244312785992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8296849244312785992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8296849244312785992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-ranting-spot.html' title='My Ranting Spot.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8242403593841325621</id><published>2009-04-21T17:51:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:04:06.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events worth remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masak masak'/><title type='text'>*Long Overdue* Sushi Dinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so this is long overdue. Until I almost forgot I wanted to post this up. Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;*Warning: More overdue posts coming up. ;)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dated: 14 March 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just another Saturday afternoon in Cyberia, bored and lazy. So, the four of us (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;eLaiNe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Chee Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yamunah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Soon Ming&lt;/span&gt;) headed to Alamanda for lunch and window-shopped in Cold Storage after. Like I said, it was a boring and lazy-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fying&lt;/span&gt; Saturday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I don't know what exactly came over us that we suddenly decide to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masak-masak &lt;/span&gt;for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Japanese will be our theme for the night. Reason being that I have this sushi set thingy that I bought awhile back wanting to make some sushi, but got no sushi rice. Haha! Second reason is that Soon Ming is a Japanese fanatic. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this plan in mind, we skipped our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooh-and-ahhs&lt;/span&gt; session in Cold Storage and rushed to Carrefour to get our ingredients. Got home. Rest for a coupla minutes or an hour or so, and off we go. Cooking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with preparing the ingredients, and yes my house's kitchen is messy and crowded with the four of us walking up and down, not knowing what to do first. Real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noobsters&lt;/span&gt;. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gMsgbpvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BQtgiZu6vX4/s1600-h/14032009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gMsgbpvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BQtgiZu6vX4/s200/14032009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090074215229170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gitAwuxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/rhXgIV8sJo0/s1600-h/14032009%28020%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gitAwuxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/rhXgIV8sJo0/s200/14032009%28020%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090452307950354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is our favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'okonomiyaki'&lt;/span&gt;. Top with the sauces and bonito flakes (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'katsuobushi'&lt;/span&gt;). ^^ Yummy. I don't wanna brag, but hell yeah, our '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okonomiyaki'&lt;/span&gt; is wayyyyyyy better than Sushi King's!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pfffffttttt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gM-jsuWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Que595qz3DY/s1600-h/14032009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gM-jsuWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Que595qz3DY/s200/14032009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090079060769122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gMwKmPuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-Xm_MQQ9ExA/s1600-h/14032009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gMwKmPuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-Xm_MQQ9ExA/s200/14032009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090075197390562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's tempura. Fried vegetables and fried crabmeat-sticks. Oily. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yikes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gNFkTBaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3jEV9PgNXBM/s1600-h/14032009%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gNFkTBaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3jEV9PgNXBM/s200/14032009%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090080942327202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gM-jsuWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Que595qz3DY/s1600-h/14032009%28004%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2giSztsDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/k7GfdJUnMYc/s1600-h/14032009%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2giSztsDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/k7GfdJUnMYc/s200/14032009%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090445273903154" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gidEWN2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/9wxF4Gpw6OU/s1600-h/14032009%28018%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gidEWN2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/9wxF4Gpw6OU/s200/14032009%28018%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327090448028022626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Part of the main dish - sushi. My task. I don't even know why I'm on this task! I know no nuts about this, although I may have fooled around with making sushi back in high school. Hahaha! Don't even remind me!&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway...It didn't turn out too bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us almost 3 hours to prepare this dinner! Worthwhile though. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2eW7mR8yI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uUBsDlB-EAQ/s1600-h/14032009%28023%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2eW7mR8yI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uUBsDlB-EAQ/s320/14032009%28023%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327088051041727266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2l2UHYFxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hztODkbnpYc/s1600-h/14032009%28025%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2l2UHYFxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hztODkbnpYc/s200/14032009%28025%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327096286780331794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are all so beat up by the end of it. It took us another hour or so just to clean the whole place up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8242403593841325621?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8242403593841325621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8242403593841325621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8242403593841325621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8242403593841325621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-overdue-sushi-dinner.html' title='*Long Overdue* Sushi Dinner.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Se2gMsgbpvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BQtgiZu6vX4/s72-c/14032009%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-6248908131561252967</id><published>2009-04-19T19:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:37:13.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>I Hate Spiders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; hate&lt;/span&gt;. I frigging &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does one have to frigging appear right in front of me?!?! One &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; one, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;I've always resented seeing those small ones at home. You know those that would scramble around and just disturb your peaceful life? Ones that you just HAD to crush with something, fearing that if you don't, it'll come around again one moment later. And surely I don't want that to ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I enjoy crushing it anyway. I just had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is just another day when the spiders have to disturb me. =(&lt;br /&gt;We were both happily watching a movie after lunch at home, and that's when I thought I saw something crawled on the wall very quickly. I told him and he said nothing. Then, he looked again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waaaa!!&lt;/span&gt; He tried to kill it but it went away before he could. He told me it went out of the window.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [Trying to cheat me to assure me it's safe.] &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I don't believe him! His window is sealed with the mosquitoe net!&lt;br /&gt;So, he promised to overturn his room just to make me see that there's nomore spider around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy was he wrong! When he pulled out a sheet from under his bedframe, this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;stupig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt; spider practically jumped straight right up at him and scrambled along beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I screamed. Unnaturally, I cried.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate, hate, hate, hate, I hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee SPIDERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, the spider slid into his cousin's room. Now, he's telling me that they both had killed the spider. Barbequed it as a matter of fact. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[With the mosquitoe-squat that runs on battery. Know?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I fear that there's no second one? I'm still terrified!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SesZtrVo2OI/AAAAAAAAAjw/DRBEjb8RBa8/s1600-h/p2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SesZtrVo2OI/AAAAAAAAAjw/DRBEjb8RBa8/s320/p2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326379256814033122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-6248908131561252967?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6248908131561252967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=6248908131561252967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6248908131561252967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6248908131561252967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-spiders.html' title='I Hate Spiders.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SesZtrVo2OI/AAAAAAAAAjw/DRBEjb8RBa8/s72-c/p2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5767042537879677131</id><published>2009-04-18T17:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:38:56.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride'/><title type='text'>Proud Of Proton.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blushes&lt;/span&gt;* I know, I know. A &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;LIL&lt;/span&gt; hard to believe. But hell yeah, I'm so proud of Proton right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SemhgfwytrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_yVtGttF8k8/s1600-h/brochure2.jpg_770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SemhgfwytrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_yVtGttF8k8/s320/brochure2.jpg_770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325965613996357298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I admit I did have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;LIL&lt;/span&gt; influence from him to watch this speech from Dato Syed Zainal during the launch of Proton Exora the other day. We missed it then as we have no access to the TV, remember? =.=" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Well, not like it mattered to me then. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shhh.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, anyway, this favourite website of his posted it up, and I'm kinda attracted to watch along. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daym~&lt;/span&gt; This MD could really present &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt; like the Steve Jobs from Apple. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Alright, another influence from him.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you should visit &lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2009/04/18/proton-exora-dato-syed-zainals-speech/"&gt;paultan.org&lt;/a&gt; for this one. As a Malaysian, do not &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I repeat DO NOT]&lt;/span&gt; miss this launching. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the speech, I'd have to say we gotta give him for admitting the problems with Proton cars and how they came to overcome it. And also about how to meet Malaysians requirements in cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;European technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Japanese design,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Malaysian price&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pheewittt~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Typical, typical of Malaysians. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But, you see. That's what makes your products sell. You gotta know your market well, know their needs and meet them.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm still very surprised to hear it when he said Proton included the '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;teh tarik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;' packet holder in the car&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Okay, that wasn't his exact words, but still...=p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Seml5NZ7VwI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UHLB5qPYbEw/s1600-h/hook-front-_teh-tarik_.jpg_770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Seml5NZ7VwI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UHLB5qPYbEw/s320/hook-front-_teh-tarik_.jpg_770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325970436611856130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Cool, eh? Bet all you out there had wished for something like that before. I know my Mom sure had!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the end of the speech, he thanked Tun Mahathir who is the founder of Proton. And yes, I'm proud of him too. Super proud! =p&lt;br /&gt;And there's our new Prime Minister sitting next to Tun. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[And there's alot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupig &lt;/span&gt;and funny comments I told Chee Wei along the speech, which of course I won't be saying it here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pfffft&lt;/span&gt;~~~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All in all. I gotta say this too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOOD JOB, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PROTON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imagine being in the team who have brought this to life and reality. My Momma's gonna be so proud of me and point to every Exora on the road saying, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;My daughter designed that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5767042537879677131?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5767042537879677131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5767042537879677131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5767042537879677131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5767042537879677131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/proud-of-proton.html' title='Proud Of Proton.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SemhgfwytrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_yVtGttF8k8/s72-c/brochure2.jpg_770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-7925233421371565746</id><published>2009-04-18T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:01:34.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Buff'/><title type='text'>The Prestige.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aha~ Watched another movie for the night. All because he could not be in the mood for anything. Poor thing. Why can't some people just stop adding worries onto his mind? And that 'some people' includes one lil fella who just won't understand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, back to our topic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; years, I finally turn it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Prestige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sei7kSU2dQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/i0OemE1QZVo/s1600-h/poster1__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sei7kSU2dQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/i0OemE1QZVo/s320/poster1__.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712791434589442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool movie, although we did take quite some time putting it on pause just to figure some of the things out at the first few minutes. Somehow, I couldn't differentiate the Dark Knight from the Wolverine at first. =p&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a little problem figuring what is and what's not. Even now I'm still buffed from what is and what's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More terrifying is the fact that Angier finally didn't mind getting his hands dirty. And I super hate that. I don't understand how could he just drown each of his duplicates and still keep them?! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Whoops. Spoiler alert. Whoops. Too late. =p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;And I super respect Borden. Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, Fallon. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Whoops. Another spoiler alert. Whoops. Late again. =p]&lt;/span&gt; Total devotion. :) Very terrifying indeed too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Does hatred really blinds so badly until you would just do anything to get back at that person until you finally forget what you were really hating him for? I guess I gotta be extra careful from now on. I don't hate nobody, don't worry. Hate is a very strong word. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Obsession versus total devotion to his art. A lot of sacrifice. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Poor Sarah. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sobz&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you watching closely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;winks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-7925233421371565746?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7925233421371565746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=7925233421371565746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7925233421371565746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/7925233421371565746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/prestige.html' title='The Prestige.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sei7kSU2dQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/i0OemE1QZVo/s72-c/poster1__.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-2248845105977243004</id><published>2009-04-17T02:03:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:18:33.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Buff'/><title type='text'>Movies Movies Movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I love movies. And they're basically the best companion at times when you need a little escape.&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, the hectic days and stress were really piling and stomping me down. Yet, I just can't work in pure silence. As usual I would turn on some songs, or even any shows. Just for the sake of some noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. I just wanna blog about the three movies I've watched over the week [and a few days, I think]. Along which I also watched a couple of Shin Chan movies, and a gazillion re-runs of Kung Fu Panda.&lt;br /&gt;Awww, c'mon. I love the Panda. I especially loved the way it was beautifully drawn with every details so carefully penned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now. First movie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Marley And Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sed2zhbxbxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XE8l8-uTyBA/s1600-h/MarleyMe200806b09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sed2zhbxbxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XE8l8-uTyBA/s320/MarleyMe200806b09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355711909162770" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Awww.. Isn't he such a cute little "Clearance Puppy"?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I just knew is that "Marley &amp;amp; Me is based on the best-selling autobiographical book by columnist John Grogan". So it's a real story afterall. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;winks&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie, there are so many hilarious scenes. I especially laughed at the part when Marley had to lose his balls. And then there's another one when Connor innocently mentioned that his daddy said that Colleen's name is "whoops".&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie as well, there were scenes when I did feel a little annoyed with Marley's hyperactive and disobedient character. Still, at the end of day, Marley got my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just like any other movies, I always look forward to a good ending. And this gave me another good one to remember by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;He may not be any expensive dog, or the most obedient dog in the world. But he is just another member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of John Grogan, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second to go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Bride Wars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sed8oOH6e-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/9XgAax0kR4s/s1600-h/bride_wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sed8oOH6e-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/9XgAax0kR4s/s320/bride_wars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325362114816801762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Why are they so happy if they're at war?!?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I really thought of it to be ridiculous to have a movie like this. But I gave it a go anyhow, since I did kinda run out of movies to watch and I really didn't want to watch something serious just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why they couldn't just have a wedding together, instead of all those fights. How could their friendship since at childhood be so weak just because of a wedding VENUE?!?!?! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I went on to watch it, and hey~ It wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bad afterall. Well, all the fights were quite entertaining, though lame and nonsensical. Remember the scenes when Anne Hathaway got tanned to be a walking safety cone. And Kate Hudson got her hair blue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really got to me isn't quite their friendship. =___= [Not the thing I expect to see.]&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was the difference of how their fiances stood up for them when they were in a fight. Liv was lucky that her man was there for her when she felt the worst about getting into a fight with her 'best-friend', while Emma was not so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;And it's stupig how she finally got together with Liv's brother. Oh, for God's sake!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's one worth watching. Last one I just finished watching like a few minutes ago~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Slumdog millionaire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SeeBQ8nMkvI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WXlDX5mg8Gs/s1600-h/slumdog-millionaire-poster-full-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SeeBQ8nMkvI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WXlDX5mg8Gs/s320/slumdog-millionaire-poster-full-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325367212537320178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Mind you, this movie had won 8 Oscars!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"When somebody asks me a question, I tell them the answer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That's how it is. Even for me. Only difference was, he's asked the questions that led him to become a millionaire. Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what's no joke is that I would never want to learn of the answers to those questions the way he did. No way. No money could &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lure me to go through that! No no no no no~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the movie, we both got a little realistic and thought, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What a coincident&lt;/span&gt;". And sweat, not literally. =P&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you really give thoughts to it, you'd question it yourself too wondering "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Where got so ngam wan!&lt;/span&gt;". But heck, it is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngam&lt;/span&gt; (coincidental) in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I shut that thought up by saying, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Just watch. Shush!&lt;/span&gt;". Typical, typical. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the movie is still a very good one to watch. It really did bring the audience to see the life of a slumdog. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I did expect a better ending with a more catchy line than just......"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kiss me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! Isn't there a better line to it?! How much more gaudy could it get anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh..and then...and then...what good is a movie from India if it's without a dance, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;? Awww.. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;winks&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hehe~ Alrighty, that's all for now. Wonder what my next movie gonna be. Oh, there's so many in the list right now. If only I got them. :)&lt;br /&gt;Time to catch some sleep...AGAIN. Nights, everyone~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-2248845105977243004?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2248845105977243004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=2248845105977243004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2248845105977243004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2248845105977243004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/movies-movies-movies.html' title='Movies Movies Movies.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sed2zhbxbxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XE8l8-uTyBA/s72-c/MarleyMe200806b09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5827806857843165443</id><published>2009-04-16T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:58:46.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>Too Tired To Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...erm, not quite~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally slept like a pig since afternoon. A whole 4 hours of sleep. And yes, it felt like ages since I last did that. I haven't even been sleeping so well in my night sleep [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;applied to only the past week.&lt;/span&gt;]. I even skipped my lunch for this long-awaited sleep! Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could really sleep better when you're feeling just, not care-free like totally, but at least when you're not that tensed up. During the past week, I really had so much in my mind and suddenly it felt like the whole world's coming onto me all at once. That everything's that had been on the in-tray are all due to be submitted onto the out-tray, like ASAP. All in a week. So much work, so little time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I did was take things one at a time. And boy, was it hard! It felt so much easier when I told others this. No matter how much I told myself to go step by step, the image of the path ahead just kept pushing it's way into my mind. Especially when I am about to sleep, or worse, when I'm in sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;All the troubles needing solutions. All the datelines I have to meet. I just hate to be awake anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now. Somehow I felt like a few tonnes of load off my shoulder for a little while. At least I'm able to rest a LITTLE while before the next sleepless week to come. Wish me luck~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty~ Off to stuffing myself with food now. And it's my favourite too.&lt;br /&gt;....SUSHI~!!! Ah, Sushi King will do just fine this time. And it's on promotion~! Double the fun. ^^ Ciaoz~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5827806857843165443?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5827806857843165443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5827806857843165443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5827806857843165443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5827806857843165443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-tired-to-sleep.html' title='Too Tired To Sleep.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5041326985937474563</id><published>2009-04-11T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:24:42.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Array of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember? (Thought 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do you remember the time when someone dear leaves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you remember the pain you felt knowing he/she ain't coming back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do you remember praying it was all just a bad dream, and you'll eventually wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Do you remember missing him/her in things you used to do together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearing 7 years since my grandmother passed away. I only knew 2 of my grandparents since birth, maternal grandmother and paternal grandfather. To me, my Por Por is the one we're closer to and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; the most. She's the one we could only meet when we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt; to Kepong Ulu. Those were the holidays I always look forward to. And at every end of the holidays, I'll weep my way back to Penang. And continue sobbing for the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write to her quite frequently when I was in primary, but it gradually stopped. It didn't mean I loved her any lesser anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be in KL for almost every long school holidays, but that gradually got lesser too. I don't see her often but it also certainly never meant I missed her any lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that pain dies with time? Is it true that we will eventually forget someone after parting? Why do life seemed so fragile, and death has to be part of it?&lt;br /&gt;Are you really watching us from where you are above there? Do you miss us? Would you come back if I wish hard enough? At least to say our final goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Por, I miss you every now and then. I'll never forget the day when we got the news. I still regret the fact that we never had a chance for our last goodbye. I have so much to ask you, to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Now all that is left is really the sweet memories of you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5041326985937474563?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5041326985937474563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5041326985937474563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5041326985937474563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5041326985937474563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-remember-thought-6.html' title='Do You Remember? (Thought 6)'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-5549137623042252226</id><published>2009-04-08T01:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:28:16.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Array of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember? (Thought 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do you remember the time when you have the worst nightmare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you remember trying your hardest to wake up, but it was all just in vain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do you remember having the tingling knowing that it's all ridiculous to be happening, yet still drawn to believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Do you remember the fear you had inside the dream, and even outside after waking up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having alot of dreams lately.  In one night, I could have 3 different weird dreams. That probably explains why I'm always so tired even after hours and hours of sleep. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[That's not an excuse. :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had another weird dream &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesternight&lt;/span&gt;. No, wait. Lemme rephrase that.&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesternight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus played this tremendously huge prank on me. And it wasn't the first time. However, at least this time all's well in the dream alas. Though, it is still very very unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first felt so real, it didn't seemed like a dream. It made me so scared even after waking up. I was just a little kid back then fearing for the worst with no one to tell it to. And all I wanted was to make sure everybody is safe and sound. I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sleep, you try to escape from the real world. From all the stress, the workloads, the misery, just almost of anything that you wanna runaway from but couldn't in the real life. And that's when you dream. Of course it'd be always wonderful if you dream of beautiful things. But what is life when everything's just perfectly pretty? :)&lt;br /&gt;When you dream, you enter into a mysterious world where rules of reality just don't apply. No matter how hard you try to make sense out of it, it just don't. But somehow you believe it anyhow in your dream, simply because you're in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dreams mean anything implicitly? If yes, what could they mean? What could be the message tried to be conveyed? Or are dreams just a method of liberating you from the real world for awhile? Then, what about nightmares? What's their purpose? Just to scare you abit more than you can take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-5549137623042252226?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5549137623042252226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=5549137623042252226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5549137623042252226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/5549137623042252226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-remember-thought.html' title='Do You Remember? (Thought 5)'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-2260354707367834989</id><published>2009-04-06T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:44:03.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Array of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember? (Thought 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Do you remember the time when your supposed best buddy turns his/her back at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you remember the time when your best buddy betrays you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do you remember the time when you got just so disappointed but am too frustrated to talk about it anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Do you remember losing your best buddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember vividly, and I really thought it'll never happen again. At least not with this one buddy. The best-buddy. However, I was proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It shows how weak a friendship could mean. Maybe you would say, perhaps it wasn't friendship in the first place. Because true friends will never do that to you right? But I really believed in it to be true. At least it was true until now. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed and I cannot deny that. I'm frustrated and I'll never hide that. I'm angry but it will subside. I'll remember every single moment of this. I'll be more careful from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could have gone wrong? Do our bond really meant to be that weak and fragile to you? Was I supposed to have seen it coming? Was I supposed to have back-off before it happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still, I thank every true buddies who stuck by me through thick and thin. You know who you are. It wasn't about how big the gesture, it's about how big your heart is. It's purely about how much love you guys showered on me unconditionally. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-2260354707367834989?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2260354707367834989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=2260354707367834989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2260354707367834989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/2260354707367834989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-remember-thought-4.html' title='Do You Remember? (Thought 4)'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1086042817598133540</id><published>2009-04-04T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:45:35.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Array of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember? (Thought 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do you remember when someone breaks his/her promise to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you remember anticipating for it only to have it broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do you remember feeling the frustration when that person couldn't even remember what he/she had promised and hence broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Do you remember feeling the urge to believe the next promise, yet have the lingering fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the empty promises I had been given since young. My parents especially used to do that to me, just for the sake of shutting me up. It didn't really matter much back then. Even if those special trips to amusement parks were never realized or crazily expensive presents were never bought, it didn't matter. It's not because I've forgotten about them. It just didn't matter. Guess I knew it's ridiculous somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older, I thought promises would be made based on trust. And so I trusted. And anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;The frustration you feel when you finally realize it was forgotten by the other party could just tear you into half. Yes, probably it's a little exaggerated but if you would consider the degree of importance of the promise, you'd think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I trust wrongly? Or did I just anticipated for the impossible? Was the promise made just to shut me up? Was it just not important to you as it is to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1086042817598133540?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1086042817598133540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1086042817598133540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1086042817598133540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1086042817598133540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-remember_04.html' title='Do You Remember? (Thought 3)'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-6324120398829598701</id><published>2009-04-02T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:26:25.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Array of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember? (Thought 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do you remember when some days, or maybe dates, were important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you remember anticipating for it, hoping that something special would happen on that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do you remember having disappointments when the day finally arrives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Do you remember when you finally gave up cherishing any special dates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one who anticipates for some special dates and days, on which we could celebrate and remember of together. It doesn't have to be anything fancy, as long as it's memorable. That when you reminisce back in time, you'd never forget how sweet or special that one time is. You'd always want to remember that one time, especially the firsts.&lt;br /&gt;Memories that'll make you smile just thinking of it. Memories that'll make you hold on to this world no matter how harsh it gets. All those sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I've given up cherishing special dates. I don't think I could ever have anyway. But I do stop myself from anticipating anything special. At least I guess I've learnt my lesson not to expect too much. Perhaps so. Perhaps I finally understand one thing I've always wondered about since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are special days just celebrated for the sake of celebrating it? Could these special days go by anyhow without any celebrations? It wouldn't kill anyway, right? So, why does it hurt sometimes? Why is it still loitering around my head agitating me? Will it ever go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-6324120398829598701?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6324120398829598701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=6324120398829598701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6324120398829598701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6324120398829598701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-remember-thought-2.html' title='Do You Remember? (Thought 2)'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-623421899516943595</id><published>2009-04-01T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:43:40.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Array of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember? (Thought 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Do you remember the day when it's April Fool's Day at least ten years back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you remember the excitement knowing it's the day when playing a prank on others had been seemingly legal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do you remember how foolish you felt when you were victimized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Do you remember laughing and be laughed at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I most certainly remember all those moments. Simple days with simple minds. When kids were having fun, just fooling around. When we used to have so much laughs, even at the simplest prank. Oh, the care-free days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've not played any prank nor was I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prank-ed&lt;/span&gt;. It probably ain't the first year this had happened. As a matter of fact, I don't remember anything about it the last year, or the year before, or even the year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wondered where did all those times go. Did we grow out of it? Or did we just simply throw it away? Was all the kids' fun too much to handle by the adults? Or was it that we just don't have time to have fun anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Do we even remember what fun really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-623421899516943595?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/623421899516943595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=623421899516943595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/623421899516943595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/623421899516943595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-remember.html' title='Do You Remember? (Thought 1)'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8825641594442169855</id><published>2009-03-31T19:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:46:25.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Buff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows worth watching'/><title type='text'>Romantic 'Be With You'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Ima, Ai ni Yukimasu. Now this is what I call best romance movie, like, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Note: Yes, it is better than 'The Notebook'. 'P.S. I Love You' is not included yet though.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JERRYM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sdxk0CcVtVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pBTRwv3pWTk/s1600-h/imaail0rp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sdxk0CcVtVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pBTRwv3pWTk/s320/imaail0rp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322239704816792914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Here's a simple plot I picked up from some sources for your reading pleasure. I did kinda edited it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Mio's death left her husband Aio Takumi and 6-years-old son Aio Yuji fending for themselves. Taku occasionally suffers fainting spells, especially in the crowded places. Taku feared and has the regrets that his health may have hindered Mio's happiness. Yuji, on the other hand, overheard his relatives speculating that his delivery had compromised Mio's health since then. He blamed himself for his mother's death.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Taku tells Yuji that Mio had left for the 'Akaibo Star' and will return when the rainy season starts, and he himself believed the story to be true. Apparently, Mio had promised them this. So, life during that one year was more or less based on the hope that they will see Mio again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;When the rain started to pour, Yuji brought his father to the special old shack, where Mio and him used to play in. He was to find the time capsule they both hid, without the knowledge of Taku. Instead of finding the time capsule, they found a woman bearing an uncanny resemblance of Mio. Sadly, she has no recollection of who she is or why she is out there in the woods alone and lost. Family resumes from where they were left off, and they cherished every moment they had together in that six weeks. Taku recounts a tale of years of missed chances since high school until she encouraged their marriage years later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The time together was short-lived when the sun shines again, as it was time for Mio to go away once more. But that wasn't after Yuji found the time capsule and what's in it. A diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Not only were the plot beautifully written, the castings were made so perfectly that every dialogue and emotion were portrayed oh-so-beautifully. Could I ever find a better word to describe that?!!&lt;br /&gt;At first I really thought the father, Taku, looked retarded and was supposed to be one. =p That's where the son's role comes in, to take care of the father upon his mother's death.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, is he a real cute fella!! Seriously, watching him in the movie, one would just want to reach out for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few parts of the story which I really, really enjoyed watching. There's this one unforgettable scene when Yuji hung up a teru-teru bozu outside his classroom, wishing for rain to come soon. Then there's the scene when the family would stroll in the woods together hand-in-hand. Then there's the part when Taku tells Mio of their love story, his version of it of course. And then comes my most favourite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ahhhh!! &lt;/span&gt;The best part of it all is&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; surely,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;absolutely,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;unquestionably&lt;/span&gt; the ending part. The part when Taku reads Mio's diary.&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me was not about the miracle. What blew me off was certainly not about the impossibility of anything like that to happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;But really it's simply about the different versions of a love story. The Taku version and the Mio version. It's about how chances go by so easily if it is not grabbed at that very instance. It's about how beautiful a sacrifice would seem to be in the name of love. Oh, I could be speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sdxk0x4KdJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3VIn5BoURGM/s1600-h/2_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f0dbf14aace05136" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df0dbf14aace05136%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330444505%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E4159DC0BBC2A9CEC9B36FFDB4EAB82F27E1896.549BE1BDB77C32387BB8365DA7E8B3CA37B45F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0dbf14aace05136%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQUh8C5m15svxQtaR44n5L5lDxqQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df0dbf14aace05136%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330444505%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E4159DC0BBC2A9CEC9B36FFDB4EAB82F27E1896.549BE1BDB77C32387BB8365DA7E8B3CA37B45F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df0dbf14aace05136%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQUh8C5m15svxQtaR44n5L5lDxqQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a644ff13d42f6dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a644ff13d42f6dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330444505%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DE901B1282D78AAFB01FE6FAD6426618A12148A.F7A787A4E0A1D8DF83E36D58799CA2F6FB708F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a644ff13d42f6dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8aG5vgFQYy1TdMhLFZYOOEd2hyQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a644ff13d42f6dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330444505%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DE901B1282D78AAFB01FE6FAD6426618A12148A.F7A787A4E0A1D8DF83E36D58799CA2F6FB708F1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a644ff13d42f6dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8aG5vgFQYy1TdMhLFZYOOEd2hyQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really should stop here. Or else, I could end up telling you every little part of the story already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;For a better spoiler, you might wanna read &lt;a href="http://www.tbs.co.jp/movie/english/bewithyou/#tore"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;and&lt;a href="http://anutshellreview.blogspot.com/2005/07/be-with-you.html"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Alright, I shall find time to watch this drama again, I wouldn't mind watching it for the ten-thousandth time around. Wanna join? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sdxk0x4KdJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3VIn5BoURGM/s1600-h/2_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sdxk0x4KdJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3VIn5BoURGM/s320/2_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322239717549962386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8825641594442169855?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a644ff13d42f6dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f0dbf14aace05136&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8825641594442169855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8825641594442169855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8825641594442169855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8825641594442169855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/romantic-be-with-you.html' title='Romantic &apos;Be With You&apos;.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sdxk0CcVtVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pBTRwv3pWTk/s72-c/imaail0rp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-9048762178761634963</id><published>2009-03-28T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:33:35.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Hour'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Switch off all your lights!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.earthhour.org/about/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sc4X9jGML-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/psXcildC2sw/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318214556131799010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, wait. Lemme rephrase on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Switch off all your non-essential lights!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's more like it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*winks*&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/about/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest well, Mother Earth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for Earth, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-9048762178761634963?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/9048762178761634963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=9048762178761634963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/9048762178761634963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/9048762178761634963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sc4X9jGML-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/psXcildC2sw/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1777821213927089599</id><published>2009-03-28T15:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:26:52.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events worth remembering'/><title type='text'>Surprise Luncheon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, what a pleasant pleasant surprise. Just yesterday we were scratching our poor little heads thinking of how to write a good message for his birthday. We wanted to make it special. We want to reminisce on the good ol' times through doing so. We want it to be meaningful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she said he weren't coming on Friday, I thought it may be a good idea afterall. I'm sorry, but this whole midterm-tests-mania thingy is really getting its toll on me. But then, I also wished he'd come. I missed those times we just talked and laughed. Life was nothing but a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! He came anyway! On a non-suspicious Saturday morning. It was absolutely a surprise for me. Considering the fact that I was woken up only by her voice saying, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess who's here!&lt;/span&gt;". Omigosh. I thought she was just joking when she answered her own question. Haha. And naturally, I kinda got back to sleep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;. But that girl had to forget where she left her keys.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padahal&lt;/span&gt; it was right there hanging on her notice board!] &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave us a goddamn good excuse for skipping studies a lil while alright, but we know well it's gonna haunt us real soon. But well, who cares at this moment. I'm just glad that we get to do what we did today. Lunch was superb and filling! Loved those small laughs especially. Thank you for coming over.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, God, good times fly by quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Shad! In advance for now, that is. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sc363AXvVRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b_fbo6y_T74/s1600-h/Collages3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sc363AXvVRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b_fbo6y_T74/s320/Collages3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318182557893743890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, look at how much we've changed over time. And at how little photos we have together. It's a real sad thing we lost most of our photos from Alpha year too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Certainly hope to hang out with you guys again! Make sure the time come again soon. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1777821213927089599?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1777821213927089599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1777821213927089599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1777821213927089599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1777821213927089599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-what-pleasant-pleasant-surprise.html' title='Surprise Luncheon.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sc363AXvVRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b_fbo6y_T74/s72-c/Collages3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8300124463925138026</id><published>2009-03-23T21:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:45:23.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>Adorable Wanted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O-H-M-Y-G-O-D!!! I just read an email from my sister, and I so want to share this.&lt;br /&gt;These baby pandas are so adorable that I really wish that I have one at home. What a pet he/she will be. Forget all the soft toys. Or anything at all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could share all 21 photos here. But, lemme just share some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpEi31TI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AhH2SRkgKlI/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpEi31TI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AhH2SRkgKlI/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322728799076865330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just hanging around. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpZlkHLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hdDGHsDfcRg/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpZlkHLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hdDGHsDfcRg/s320/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322728804725300402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will you all please just look at that cutie-roley-poley's fur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpfqOluI/AAAAAAAAAho/NHVZuyS8sV8/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpfqOluI/AAAAAAAAAho/NHVZuyS8sV8/s320/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322728806355474146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not too sure if he got stuck or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4jAJz7iEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vpmV8BBPWbc/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4jAJz7iEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vpmV8BBPWbc/s320/image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322730295139207234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's either breakdance or yoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpu-DqmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SF1nuYL0fpk/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpu-DqmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/SF1nuYL0fpk/s320/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322728810465176162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, one tired little panda after doing all those stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4jA-QSb_I/AAAAAAAAAig/B8Vb0veGJ00/s1600-h/image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4jA-QSb_I/AAAAAAAAAig/B8Vb0veGJ00/s320/image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322730309216792562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here they are bowing to that ONE who could break not his bones. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hqI2GvlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZL-zt6bQAW4/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hqI2GvlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZL-zt6bQAW4/s320/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322728817411145298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My personal favorite. A guilty little panda. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next... He shall be sent to detention~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4jAY7HXDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/p5yLkWVGCY0/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4jAY7HXDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/p5yLkWVGCY0/s320/image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322730299195874354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omigosh~ All these expressions of the cutie ones just made me did what this next cute little panda does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4k3gEmMUI/AAAAAAAAAio/CiEMbg7xZvE/s1600-h/image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4k3gEmMUI/AAAAAAAAAio/CiEMbg7xZvE/s320/image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322732345519124802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;LMFAOL~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love pandas. Who could have not? I just don't understand how could people want to hurt them. I hate it when I read news about how humans could kill and re-use all parts of an animal like this when they couldn't even recycle well of their own waste. Daym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8300124463925138026?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8300124463925138026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8300124463925138026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8300124463925138026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8300124463925138026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/adorably-wanted.html' title='Adorable Wanted!'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sd4hpEi31TI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AhH2SRkgKlI/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8700796822293104385</id><published>2009-03-21T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T04:40:51.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>Curious Clouds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuULIHLqtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ROdCXvLdXZE/s1600-h/21032009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuULIHLqtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ROdCXvLdXZE/s320/21032009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317506703918082770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my obsession about clouds once again. Haha. Well, I was bored being in the car for almost half a day from KL back to my oh-so-wonderful hometown, Penang!! Hehe. I just wished that Penang could be like less than an hour drive away. Two hours top! Well, enough of wishing. Let's share some views on some cloud I see on the way home. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one in the middle, it kinda looks like a cloud out of place. The only one round-round. Very, very cute though. Trust me when I say it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bulat&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuUKeS5-rI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ymjx--Y3F9I/s1600-h/21032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuUKeS5-rI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ymjx--Y3F9I/s320/21032009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317506692692966066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;admit I did watch a little more than I should of Dragonball the cartoon. It was The Beginning of Dragonball, and in one of its last few episodes, Oolong the pig transformed into a so-called bat. Well, this cloud just reminded me of the exact that! A pig flying with wings. Hahahaha~ Blame me not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuULITXDVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xNdOLvtyPLY/s1600-h/21032009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuULITXDVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xNdOLvtyPLY/s320/21032009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317506703969160530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This one. Typical. I don't know why but almost everytime I look up, the first thing I'd see on those clouds are Casper and his three uncles. Sometimes, with a bunch of other types of those sorta things. Hehe~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuUKx9O7LI/AAAAAAAAAgY/k5VUnDuVi0w/s1600-h/21032009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuUKx9O7LI/AAAAAAAAAgY/k5VUnDuVi0w/s320/21032009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317506697970773170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This looks like those angel babies drawn, and kinda widely marketed in forms of posters and china dolls. Argh, it's so hard to explain. I'll try to find a picture of it soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuVqEFCJWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uyP6cpE3Ze4/s1600-h/21032009%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuVqEFCJWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uyP6cpE3Ze4/s320/21032009%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317508334922900834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhhh~ I just love clouds! ^o^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, people, can you guys see what I see? Hehe. Let your imagination run wild and lemme know if you see something more different than what I do. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's something I will look forward to on every trip. I called it the 'Snoopy Island'. Haha. You can't deny it does resembles the shape of Snoopy sleeping on top of his kennel. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuUKe4fUsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BW9QhgxUOJY/s1600-h/21032009%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuUKe4fUsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BW9QhgxUOJY/s320/21032009%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317506692850602690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8700796822293104385?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8700796822293104385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8700796822293104385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8700796822293104385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8700796822293104385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/curious-clouds.html' title='Curious Clouds.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScuULIHLqtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ROdCXvLdXZE/s72-c/21032009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-8215523037427107372</id><published>2009-03-18T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:46:50.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random rants'/><title type='text'>Wisely In Pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm having a terrible, terrible sorethroat right at the moment. I have never been so freaked out by anything like this before. But seriously this time, I'm out of my own skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my Semicond test this morning and after classes I came back and took a little cat-nap. We were supposed to have gone for a jog later in the evening. Sadly, upon waking up, I felt like I'm dying or some sort. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Okay dying is probably too big a word.]&lt;/span&gt; But seriously the soreness is so well spread out through the whole body. Still the worst is in the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad is it? It is this bad.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I would avoid seeking for a doctor for any small matters like a sorethroat, fever or even flu. Or at least I would drag and drag until I finally recover, until there is no more reason for me to seek one. I just don't like going to the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I'm suggesting it myself to visit a doctor, ANY doctor at all. And it must be done ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;It IS that bad! Sigh~ God, save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Updated 19th March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as suspected. Doctor said it is caused by my dumb wisdom-tooth. Not so wise afterall&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; huh&lt;/span&gt;. I got some infection in the throat and the pain is more to the both sides of the ear rather than in the throat. Can it get any weirder?&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline, it hurts whenever I try to swallow anything. I'm pretty bummed up wondering why all of a sudden I'm having so much of saliva! Damn! All the more swallowing to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Worse of it all, I had a terrible fever and it freaked him out. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my appointment at the dentist this morning, supposedly for MOS. But the dentist said I'm not pretty well in a condition to do the extraction as it might cause further infection. Situation may just get worse.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually a lil relieved hearing her said that. I'm just scared having to do the operation again. Still it had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;The dentist said my throat infection is not caused by the wisdom tooth. My throat's all red, but just not caused by the wisdom tooth.&lt;br /&gt;So, now the question is, who to trust? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-8215523037427107372?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8215523037427107372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=8215523037427107372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8215523037427107372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/8215523037427107372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/wisely-in-pain.html' title='Wisely In Pain.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-4893449780680729217</id><published>2009-03-05T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:20:01.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>Mathematics Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is the day when all pure mathematicians and maths-lovers would go all gaga about. I've actually not much thought about it until I saw this online. First of all, who would have? Second of all, I guess I'm just not that much of a Maths-nerd, am I? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pffffttt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I've heard about dates that if you read it backwards, it'll still be the same 'date'. I've heard about dates that are a repetitive number of the year. But never once have I heard about this.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's pretty cool still right? To have a square root day? Haha. Check this &lt;a href="http://www.sciam.com/blog/60-second-science/post.cfm?id=square-root-day-3309-is-upon-us-2009-03-03"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; out for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is 03-03-09! The &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;SQUARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; ROOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rejoice, my friend. And see if something as 'cool' as that would happen to you. Lemme know if it did kayz? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ It would have been more accurate though if it isn't the 2009. Hah! I wonder when WAS that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-4893449780680729217?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4893449780680729217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=4893449780680729217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4893449780680729217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/4893449780680729217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/mathematics-crazy.html' title='Mathematics Crazy'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-6956853255086476149</id><published>2009-03-01T00:00:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:16:07.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips I love'/><title type='text'>Backpacking In KL Town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you believe it that I've never been to places like Dataran Merdeka, Central Market, etc in all my countless times to KL?! Well, it ain't that unbelievable as I know many of you have yet to be there before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*bluek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the idea of backpacking, he came up with the idea of eating while doing it. True to say, what fun would it be if we can't have good food along the way. What more we might be out of destinations, not knowing where to go next. So food-hunt is always the main motivation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Cyberjaya at around 9am, we took the usual public transportation methods to reach to Petaling Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckhbzGN79I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Um1ZfWiDMXI/s1600-h/KLtrip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckhbzGN79I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Um1ZfWiDMXI/s320/KLtrip1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316817596544053202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[Interchange from ERL to Starline LRT.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Chinatown, Petaling Street. The moment I step into the town, I so must have the long-craved-for "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muar chee&lt;/span&gt;"! Comes in variety flavours. Original, Ribena, mango, lychee, pandan, sesame. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I think that's all.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had porridge for breakfast. We almost missed out on the famous fish dish, but we managed to order it after the waiter served us with the wrong food. Of course not forgetting, along with porridge a must-have is always "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yao char koay&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sckhb5L6rEI/AAAAAAAAAfI/K4Nqm4tYFQg/s1600-h/KLtrip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sckhb5L6rEI/AAAAAAAAAfI/K4Nqm4tYFQg/s320/KLtrip2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316817598178569282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since there's nothing much to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoo-haa&lt;/span&gt; about in the Chinatown anymore, we went off to Central Market. I never thought it's anything like this, inside and outside. For one, there are so many people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt;-ing around. And two, it's not anything like a market, a wet one that is. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SccNahiyNTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iGC4FViJqJY/s1600-h/KLtrip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SccNahiyNTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iGC4FViJqJY/s320/KLtrip3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316232634466186546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. The best part in the whole of Central Market. The toilet. It's okay to have to pay for entry, but this too?! Cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SccOeNdan-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/fAIUlSb4UYQ/s1600-h/KLtrip4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SccOeNdan-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/fAIUlSb4UYQ/s320/KLtrip4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316233797306064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. After acting amazed all around Central Market, it's off to Dataran Merdeka. I couldn't stop myself from stopping along the way and taking more photos! Just something to remember by.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I never thought that Dataran Merdeka would be in such a short distance away though. Before I know it, we're there already. We even saw some movie shooting there. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Well, I guess it's either setting up or rest time.]&lt;/span&gt; The stars don't look Malaysians though. More like Koreans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckhcPPq7OI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vYkNFDBwh4Y/s1600-h/KLtrip5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckhcPPq7OI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vYkNFDBwh4Y/s320/KLtrip5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316817604099894498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckhcIKtJXI/AAAAAAAAAfY/TUwzp0Gi04I/s1600-h/KLtrip6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckhcIKtJXI/AAAAAAAAAfY/TUwzp0Gi04I/s320/KLtrip6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316817602200020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my, the view is so beautiful at the Dataran Merdeka. But the sun is almost too hot, though windy. But hey, like it is gonna stop us! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that, lunchtime. Sadly, many shops that we wanted to go to are not open. Probably because it's a Sunday. Ended up eating in a coffee shop somewhere outside of the Chinatown. And guess what, the food recommended to be nice, turn out to be not that great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt; afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Scd3B-U75lI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ssFxu7oGcTo/s1600-h/KLtrip7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Scd3B-U75lI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ssFxu7oGcTo/s320/KLtrip7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316348760928544338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, we 'explored' the streets around Bukit Bintang. And we saw this in Jalan Alor. Oooo. Obscene. =p Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sckhc6AOF4I/AAAAAAAAAfg/zfHADVs0pfc/s1600-h/KLtrip8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/Sckhc6AOF4I/AAAAAAAAAfg/zfHADVs0pfc/s320/KLtrip8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316817615577814914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? Rain~ We had to run into Times Square for shelter, and to waste some time before our dinner is ready from that one particular shop. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckjOavHY5I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZPG78W9VNHQ/s1600-h/KLtrip9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckjOavHY5I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ZPG78W9VNHQ/s320/KLtrip9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316819565689660306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[What we had is what's on the right. I was just fooling around with the Starbuck's coffee. First time seeing those. =p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the ice-cream and after the rain had stopped, we're off back to the Weng Heng coffee shop to eat the supposed great Penang '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;char koay teow&lt;/span&gt;' in KL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bah&lt;/span&gt;~! Cheated. Instead the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hokkien char&lt;/span&gt;' is better there. Haha. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckjOl7JuhI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Gg5nHTcRezI/s1600-h/KLtrip10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckjOl7JuhI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Gg5nHTcRezI/s320/KLtrip10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316819568692935186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Imagine us eating under THAT dirty thing!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's time for some Ampang '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yong tau foo&lt;/span&gt;' just right opposite the road.&lt;br /&gt;And you wanna know one thing that pissed me off bad? The attitude of the drinks vendor there is bad!! He actually shooed us from the sheltered seats if we don't order drinks from him. Hrmph! I refuse to give in! No way! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*pffffft*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckjPFHIIWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/pbPKbwToVvk/s1600-h/KLtrip11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckjPFHIIWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/pbPKbwToVvk/s320/KLtrip11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316819577064661346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess we're done for the day. Full and tired. I think I might have sunburn. Well, it ain't hurting yet but it's very much visibly red all over already. I'm a walking tomato. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall for today's backpakcing trip, not bad! Most of the shops we wanna go to for makan-makan are either closed or finished selling. Pretty saddening. Guess we just needa get back another day. Since we would do it one more time, this time to set of destinations. Haha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not too much of walking needs to be done to get to almost everywhere from wherever we were. And it was so much fun too, practically acting like some tourists from elsewhere. I'm from Hong Kong apprently, and he's from Korea! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to our next one. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-6956853255086476149?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6956853255086476149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=6956853255086476149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6956853255086476149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/6956853255086476149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/03/backpacking-in-kl-town.html' title='Backpacking In KL Town.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/SckhbzGN79I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Um1ZfWiDMXI/s72-c/KLtrip1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3438482841988303862</id><published>2009-02-28T23:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:46:28.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events worth remembering'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream Makes Me Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oooo yes! Just side by side with chocolate, ice cream is my favourite too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being able to savour them in a happy mood like this adds the sweetness in every mouthful of it. Mmm mmmm~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on promotion. Supposed we wanted to eat the 2 scoops for RM15, but we didn't realize it was for takeout orders only. Sitting down, we finally realized we got 'conned' by our excitement without reading properly the finely printed words. *ahakz*&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I guess that's the other way of God showing us the better deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScZqB9d6wHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xVJxVi5jhnM/s1600-h/28022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScZqB9d6wHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xVJxVi5jhnM/s320/28022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316052992069910642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every purchase of RM20 and above in a single receipt, we are entitled to purchase a whole pint for only RM25! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slurps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScZqKhMmx5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/MxG5S-4xgUM/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScZqKhMmx5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/MxG5S-4xgUM/s320/DSC00596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316053139099928466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oooo I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lurve lurve lurve&lt;/span&gt; Haagen Dazs' ice cream. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slurp~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine having chocolate ice-cream!!! Double-joy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of chocolate, just when I was really blue last week, thanks Kelmynn and Gkai for providing me the 'ecstasy' in the form of chocolates! I'm a lil bit too heavyhearted to gobble those chocs down my throat though. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3438482841988303862?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3438482841988303862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3438482841988303862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3438482841988303862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3438482841988303862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-cream-makes-me-happy.html' title='Ice Cream Makes Me Happy.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScZqB9d6wHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xVJxVi5jhnM/s72-c/28022009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1378547710614792495</id><published>2009-02-26T02:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:17:50.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Cloudy Skies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weather is pretty comforting for the past few days. Things had got better since Monday and the clouds have never left me. Even if lightning strikes and thunder roars now, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;But it's really the weather and the on-going things around us that makes situation seem so comforting and safe at the same time. I've got my comfort zone back once again. Safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy skies especially brings so much comfort. It's like a soft, puffy blanket protecting over your little body in this big big world. It's even nicer when you get to go outside and feel the cold air breezing through. Feel it in your face. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, the contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds have never failed to make me realize how much I enjoy just being in this world at that moment. Being the little human that I am. Just being able to look up into the skies and look at the art of God, it really brings me the comfort I cannot describe. Not to mention the joy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go for a jog, it's pretty much of what I must do. To stroll and look up to the sky and enjoy. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Another good excuse to not jog and laze by just taking a long stroll.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, everytime it's like magic. Everytime I'd see something different. A different formation. A different colour. All of it seemed so magical all at once.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always overjoyed. Like some kid who never saw a cloud in her whole lifetime. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish I have a really good camera in hand, with which I can capture every details of the sky. But... An SLR camera is still too expensive to be possessed.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to fear though, the sky will always be there above us. Just protecting us little humans.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [Unless of course if we don't stop pollution and continue killing the ozone layers.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is okay not to have an SLR at the moment. For as long as my eyes still see, I will not stop looking up to enjoy God's cozy creations and let the clouds bring my troubles away from my little head. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-1378547710614792495?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1378547710614792495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=1378547710614792495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1378547710614792495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/1378547710614792495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/cloudy-skies.html' title='Cloudy Skies.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-3192839583438887850</id><published>2009-02-23T00:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:57:17.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random random...'/><title type='text'>Malacca Dinner Rush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The decision were made pretty last minute. And the reason behind the rush to Malacca, let's leave it undisclosed. =) I'm just happy to see someone nice and so sweet to be able to receive something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;And us? Well, we get something good also anyway. In the form of food. =____= [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kinda expectable. Oh well. Haha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Malacca, we had a pit-stop at MMU and then it's off for our food-hunt.&lt;br /&gt;First stop. Pick up a friend from Tesco. Haha. And you thought it's food. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here we go. We went to Jonker Street hoping to find some nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chendol&lt;/span&gt;, but the whole street is not opened. Not one pathetic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chendol &lt;/span&gt;shop. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next destination, to the famous fried oyster in Taman Mawar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScZ-lSAXIRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bd3Jvv-gT3A/s1600-h/23022009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScZ-lSAXIRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bd3Jvv-gT3A/s320/23022009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316075589111062802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaA-W5tpdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/EwOOGBPf2tY/s1600-h/23022009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaA-W5tpdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/EwOOGBPf2tY/s320/23022009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316078218945340882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like this because it has lesser starch and more egg, just the opposite of many fried oysters in Penang. Sadly though, you don't see much of the oysters around. Even if you find one, it may well be just a "see-ham" (coc). Haha. Questions arise, is this fried egg or fried osyters? Hmm~~&lt;br /&gt;Along with it, we had "wan ton mee". It's may look real plain, but just the nice parts of it. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaBr2yESJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_iP9hiDxAcQ/s1600-h/23022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaBr2yESJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_iP9hiDxAcQ/s320/23022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316079000597317778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next up, we hit some alley famous for its cockles and some other snail-like, shell-like mollusks. Oh, and famous for its, erm, dirtiness as well. LOL~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were pretty much told of a very very disgusting story about what happened to a friend there. But hey, like it's gonna stop us. It did stop the demon in alot of them though. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaJEhtJloI/AAAAAAAAAco/9ty7L5QF4po/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaJEhtJloI/AAAAAAAAAco/9ty7L5QF4po/s320/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316087121017673346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were supposed to be on a huge &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt;-spree, correct? So why the photos of food stop here. Reason is, well, you know, like I always to Shad, Malacca is an old town. So you see, Malaccan sleep pretty early. All lights would be out by 9pm and off to bed they go. That's why Shad is always sleepy early at night. Hehe. So then, compared to Penang, it's a quiz for you to struggle thinking where to eat next. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*bluek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no offense, it's just our little joke. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, still craving for some chendol. We went to some place called Newton something. Haha. Sad, I can't even remember the place. The rest had chendol while I just ordered orange juice. Feedback from the chendol, not good. Lucky me for skipping that.&lt;br /&gt;Then, to Kota Laksamana for some nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asam &lt;/span&gt;curry. Thank God I skipped that too. Too spicy for something at midnight!&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt;-spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see Shad again, and to have that nice talks. Nonsensical ones of course. We missed you. Yea yea. Gloat on. Thanks for coming out to meet us. :)&lt;br /&gt;As an attribute, this is for you. Hahaha!! Cheers, man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaM98x0yCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BoXZ-xY3rLo/s1600-h/24022009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaM98x0yCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BoXZ-xY3rLo/s320/24022009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316091406072465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaPFGQQjzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/u7YneBjTfSg/s1600-h/24022009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScaPFGQQjzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/u7YneBjTfSg/s320/24022009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316093727898373938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somebody please save this kid. =____________=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612617128146430398-3192839583438887850?l=elainecsc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3192839583438887850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612617128146430398&amp;postID=3192839583438887850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3192839583438887850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612617128146430398/posts/default/3192839583438887850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elainecsc.blogspot.com/2009/02/malacca-dinner-rush.html' title='Malacca Dinner Rush.'/><author><name>eLaiNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13390865705878640314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/TMoyVuB3OZI/AAAAAAAAA40/5wcUD4p4cxc/S220/081010+033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TK7AEoLH1Bo/ScZ-lSAXIRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bd3Jvv-gT3A/s72-c/23022009%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612617128146430398.post-1342023777443308529</id><published>2009-02-22T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:06:24.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of how I feel'/><title type='text'>'小酒窝'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我还在寻找 一个依靠 和一个拥抱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;谁替我祈祷  替我烦恼 为我生气为我闹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*幸福开始有预兆 缘份让我们慢慢紧靠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;然后孤单被吞没了 无聊变得有话聊 有变化了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;小酒窝长睫毛是你最美的记号&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我每天睡不着想念你的微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;你不知道你对我多么重要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(你不知道 多么重要)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;有了你生命完整的刚好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;小酒窝长睫毛迷人的无可救药&lt;/span&gt
