<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:27:20.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I♥CRIS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4401567108183883566</id><published>2011-11-23T03:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T04:54:37.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Wow. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since I last blogged. Almost threw all my html knowledge away on this little space. Anyways, I am just feeling a lil perplexed and I'm starting to doubt my personal talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if you know me personally (as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-artschool&lt;/span&gt; friend), you'd know that I do all kinds of weird stuff that you guys may label as artistic. Well, if you are just an acquaintance, you'd know that I'm from art school and that's about it. So...I've been creating things for friends and close ones since the beginning of time. Most of the time, I garner positive feedback. But, since I entered art school, nothing or minimal came out positive anymore and people starting to bash my works (some by peers, whose comments I didn't really ask for), especially within these last few years. I was even labelled as one of the worst student of my major. Since then, my creativity bank seemed to have dropped and stopped eventually. I'm starting to doubt myself and if my friends were just being nice to me by complimenting my works and telling me what a good job I'm doing, or are those people who gave negative comments are really just  idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Yeah, I've sure heard about "don't let anything get you down" or "you must believe in yourself before miracles happen" yada yada blah, but honestly, I don't know if creativity could flow if people are being so bitchy with their comments. So some time back, I posted some stuff on my art blog, and I got a rather nasty remark, which I, unfortunately, have already deleted. While reading it, I can't help but shed a tear. It mentioned that I was lazy and efforts were negligible and the entire thing was crap. My heart sank because I knew I spent a goddamn load of effort on that one project just to get things straight. On top of that, I actually slogged my life away for the experimentals. Sometimes I can't help but wonder, why do these people comment anyways if they have nothing positive to say or solutions to give? It's not that I don't appreciate shit comments, but honestly, give me some solutions to whatever you just said about my design. Like professors, I really appreciate their comments on each and every thing I did, because they attach their help and solutions in making my work a better piece. Honestly, I don't see a point in giving negative remarks without a decent solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to clarify, I'm not close-minded. I'm just a person who is emotionally attached to works I put effort into. So, like raising a kid, I appreciate your efforts in telling me that I'm a bad mother and probably my genes are crappy which resulted in the horrendous appearance of my kid. It'll be nice if you could suggest a good plastic surgeon or a place where I can get pretty scarves to cover up that child's ugliness to make it look pretty again. Otherwise, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVCBy4mFeZw/TswBdcoQixI/AAAAAAAAGEA/TrHdGGtnau0/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVCBy4mFeZw/TswBdcoQixI/AAAAAAAAGEA/TrHdGGtnau0/s400/Picture%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677914835620236050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;resumé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as of Sept 2011 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was just revamping my resumé  (above) a couple of months ago, and I thought to myself, if going into  the creative business was my ultimate goal in life, or if its the path I'd like to take. Sad to say, because of this whole emotional baggage shit I have with all the works I create, or most of the works I create, I don't think so.  But well, at least this is a nicer resumé compared to the rest should I be looking for non-creative jobs in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a creative agency a few months back and most of the time, I don't get much guidance as bitches were trying to protect their positions within the company and hence decided to leave me to die. That was also where I experienced a whole new level of bitchiness. I was only within the company for a week and I became the talk of the creative department. Don't get me wrong, I didn't do anything other than my job. But what I got from my ex-colleague after I left, was that these bitches were just jealous that the boss liked me from the start. Like totally, what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, lesson learnt, creative is probably not my route in life. Period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-4401567108183883566?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4401567108183883566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4401567108183883566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4401567108183883566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4401567108183883566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-longer-creative.html' title='no longer creative'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVCBy4mFeZw/TswBdcoQixI/AAAAAAAAGEA/TrHdGGtnau0/s72-c/Picture%2B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1990651428088059848</id><published>2011-08-19T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:05:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random doodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RchrY1zrO5w/Tk5C62-LuTI/AAAAAAAAF8U/VNO3uRDCP9E/s400/haters2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642520962097985842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;"haters are a bunch of really sad losers who are unhappy with (not about) their own lives and decide to ruin others' to make themselves feel better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-1990651428088059848?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1990651428088059848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1990651428088059848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1990651428088059848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1990651428088059848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-doodle.html' title='random doodle'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RchrY1zrO5w/Tk5C62-LuTI/AAAAAAAAF8U/VNO3uRDCP9E/s72-c/haters2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8096917829634230269</id><published>2011-07-22T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:06:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disney•dimsum•4maxidresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO HELLO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong's been more than a month's time back and I've been procrastinating writing this entry. D: Oh well, nonetheless, am back with this epic adventure with the ladies! :D It's been a year since our last trip to Taiwan and we decided to fly again this year for another legendary shopping/girlfriend trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time...Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1 - Arrival: 10 June 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the girls at Terminal 1 and headed for check-in. was a really long wait as they cleared the never-ending queue before us at the counters. We finally got the tickets and headed up for some food before boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we overestimated the time and were almost late for boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, there was a plane delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then waited for a good 95 minutes before taking off due to some malfunctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Hong Kong at 9 plus 10pm and there were barely any food stores opened. Thankfully, we managed to grab some takeaways before the baked rice shop at the airport closed. Swallowed whatever we could, we then boarded a bus down to our hotel at the Lantau Island - Noah's Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/1-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was relatively short and we reached within 1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;Checked into our rooms and was pleasantly surprised by it's interior, facilities and the beds. It was well worth the price we paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/2-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/3-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2 - Disneyland: 11 June 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned in early the night before and woke up to a rather scorching sun. But before we knew it, rain started pouring. We then went for breakfast, hoping hard that the rain will stop after we're done. Disneyland would definitely be a pooper with rain. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/4-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went round the hotel vicinity to camwhore before heading down to disneyland. It was still drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/6-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/7-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/8-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/5-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/9-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/10-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/11-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/12-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/13-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/14-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/15-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/16-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Went back to the room after an hour to prepare and snap some last minute shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/17-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/18-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/19-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/20-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/21-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed chest-bump. So we did another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/22-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUCCESS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/24-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/25a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/23-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland IS magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, at this point, my fellow maxi dresses heard a huge sigh of contentment from me. I had no idea till one of them tapped me on my shoulder to break me away from the disneyland trance. ah, disneyland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/7-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/9-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/10-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/11-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/12-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a river ride that was supposedly scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for a 4D show after. the crowd was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;small small world&lt;/span&gt; boat trip. loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parade was pretty cool. we missed the first part, and the crowd once again was insane. it started drizzling and the massive bunch of humans slowly dispersed. but it was still all magical. (: it's disney afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/26-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 5pm, the drizzle became a downpour...booo...&lt;br /&gt;we were all stuck in the stores picking out gifts instead. most of the rides we wanted to go for were closed. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to brave the rain for an indoor roller coaster ride. was pretty worth it, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner after. love their disposable bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls decided to ride cars after dinner. wasn't very fascinating. the wait was painful. too many people in the line. but we did manage to finish the ride before the fireworks finale. /beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/27-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a goofy for the trip from the stores. i needed something to hug in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disneyland ended really nicely and we rushed back to our hotel for check out. apparently, we missed our free hotel bus to mongkok. hence we did a mad rush for the last public bus and train before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to check in, change. reapply make up, freshen up and flag for a cab. we were all ready to rock the clubbing scenes of hongkong. sad to say, the club we were at was too packed and the experience was too horrible for words. got knocked in the head, pushed and shoved. it was supposedly the most coveted club in hong kong, according to my girl friend who brought us in for free. i guess we went there on a wrong day. the crowd was really shitty. plus we were all drained from disneyland that night, we concluded, taipei's club was still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3 - Hong Kong Shopping: 12 June 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls were having their time of the month during this entire trip. which explained their fatigue faces and lack of energy. but one good thing about hongkong, there's an abundance of food everywhere and food seem to cheer most of us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/2-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/3-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/4-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/5-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/6-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/7-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/8-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/10-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/11-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/12-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/13_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/14-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bff's buddy from hongkong came over to meet us and brought us around for desserts and palm reading. really nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/15_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'was a fruitful day. each of us bagged tons of loots back by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/16-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/17-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/18-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/19-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4 - Shenzhen: 13 June 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a train down to Shenzhen. was the most dramatic thing ever. we almost got fined and passport confiscated for boarding the upper class cabin, which we weren't supposed to. tragic. thank goodness we whizzed our ways out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most tiring day ever with all the bargainings and whatnots. ended the day with some awesome street food and h&amp;amp;m bargains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/P1080559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/P1080560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5 - Victoria Peak: 14 June 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dimsum breakfast at our usual dim sum spot near our hostel. was a really good start before we began our day 5 journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/1-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/3-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/4-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/5-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/6-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to sham sui po streets. it was truly bargain heaven. clothes were on sale for less than SGD 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/7-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victoria peak/madam tussaud's, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/8-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/9-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/10-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/11-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/28-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have enough money in the common fund. we were reduced to a budgeted burger king dinner. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/12-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/29-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/30-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/31-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/32-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/33-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/34a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/35-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/36-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/37-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/38-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/39-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/40-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/42-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the photographer cropped the artist - Rembrandt, out. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/43-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/44-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/45-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/46-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/47-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/49-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a really long queue for Obama. We had to carpe diem with the rest while we could. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/13-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/48-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/50-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/51-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/14-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/15-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/16-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/17-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/18-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/19-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/20-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/21-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/22-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/23-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/24-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/25-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/26-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/27-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/28-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/29-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/30-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 6 - Last Day: 15 June 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had some authentic char siew, roasted pork and roasted duck this very day hours before we left. oh, and how could we forget our last min shopping trips?! contentment x100000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/1-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/2-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/3-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/4-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/5-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/6-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon was round and bright that night. it seem to watch over the ride as we flew home.&lt;br /&gt;is a pity that my camera refused to capture it's (the moon) full glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/7-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/8-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's about it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;see joo in the next epic entry! :D&lt;br /&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/964070568530937586-8096917829634230269?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8096917829634230269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8096917829634230269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8096917829634230269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8096917829634230269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/07/disneydimsum4maxidresses.html' title='disney•dimsum•4maxidresses'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/hongkong2011/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1330334576522622335</id><published>2011-06-06T01:20:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T03:16:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO EHBREEBARDEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a blogging hiatus for quite a while. FYP took quite a toll on me and I'm finally back with some picture updates! Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;10 May 2011: ADM Show 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolest show ever. Initiated by students and fully run by the graduates themselves. Was part of the team and I'd say everyone really gave in their 101% effort. Have never seen such team spirit before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was good. Everyone had their fair share of spotlight. Literally and metaphorically. Glad to say we're finally done with this shit and we're all getting decent sleep. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-Qg06Y8BKQ/TevIlkjF6bI/AAAAAAAAF3w/MenlqPh9gXo/s1600/P1070553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_c5w1fzlgTI/TevIl2lSzYI/AAAAAAAAF34/_XhLXJLfthA/s1600/P1070555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Enjoy one of the many animations I made! Love this one the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jOA0sSn-5sg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="254" width="416"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;16 May 2011: Celebrating the Scriptwriter's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a super belated birthday. Brought this girl to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hediard Cafe&lt;/span&gt; for a rather ATAS dessert/brunch meal. Everything was really gorgeous. Perhaps with the exception of the menu. Other than that, no complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Olzw3MyBQ6Q/TevHynwqbCI/AAAAAAAAF3g/YjHQ4Aci1jY/s1600/P1070590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3le1WLY-TI/TevHyUMvFLI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/BmVi9m46REw/s1600/P1070598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-Gge8kp4hU/TevHyH13eTI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/qOi-kyhZ5rs/s1600/P1070599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UA6fG7dqRT4/TevHzGxOBEI/AAAAAAAAF3o/acUq9UpVYDE/s1600/P1070601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5W0JdykDrMs/TevG0xbt54I/AAAAAAAAF3I/6J0UuPWkoVo/s1600/P1070603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eE-KE1GRAL8/TevGtoYtcHI/AAAAAAAAF3A/S5MqMZ1Bk-k/s1600/P1070612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vs_lDMFQLvU/TevGtbZwXDI/AAAAAAAAF24/0WQ5fKUflhg/s1600/P1070613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Xfq-mAjXHk/TevGtGoy9II/AAAAAAAAF2w/kkeNPaBLDp8/s1600/P1070614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-emCTFwNUqiI/TevGs_lGjXI/AAAAAAAAF2o/IF-__KTdOuM/s1600/P1070618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Words just can't describe each bite we savoured. Hediard's desserts just transport you straight to Paris while the taste lingers in your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;19-20 May 2011: BATAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced that we needed a break, Ftang and I bought a Groupon deal that involved a relaxing massage session and some cheap shopping thrills. Am glad we actually went for it but the downside was the seafood meal. It was a literal see-food deal. We looked at the food and dare not touch much of it. Not many pictures. We were really all out to enjoy and relax. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paiseh&lt;/span&gt; ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWE-QyJGU1Q/TevGMQnlJzI/AAAAAAAAF2g/CHNrDoeH1QQ/s1600/yay3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7lHEAnYDbU/TevGL85lznI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/QckOAyuPBfI/s1600/batam12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zMbNbsdmiJY/TevGLrBlFGI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/O6cYpYXovRg/s1600/batam11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BCrVHtSRFH8/TevFkg6oqtI/AAAAAAAAF2A/zsgQM8tN-iU/s1600/batam6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMNpDsASI9o/TevFlqICoHI/AAAAAAAAF2I/YfF5O-EsYL0/s1600/batam5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2MacsmYGVw/TevFkncHG2I/AAAAAAAAF14/tUCaCd1j3kA/s1600/batam10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. We just had to do one of these poses. Too epic. Too Singaporean. All thanks to "I'm an elected MP" Tin Pei Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;kate spade&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KEROPOK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;24 May 2011: KTM Rail Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Scriptwriter had an off day. We decided to take the rail down to JB for some cheap movies and food. But that of course wasn't the main idea. The ride was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Tanjong Pagar train station at 9am intending to catch the $2 ride. Turned out, they changed that time slot to 8am instead since Dec 2010. Tough luck. We bought our tickets and went for some breakfast. Computer system malfunctioned. Everything was done by hand. Took quite a while to get our $11 tickets. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was good. Not very cheap though. Architecture was phenomenal. Sun was bright. Everything looked exceptionally pretty. A step into that building and it was an instant transport back to the 60-70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSNUqo8MwE/TevFkGQYYaI/AAAAAAAAF1w/CxriRSq4hEw/s1600/cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q6RkpZxr9c/TevFj9XTI0I/AAAAAAAAF1o/JUyGXiaMiKo/s1600/P1010009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UHRljCGZNI/TevE1q84FhI/AAAAAAAAF1g/tAwzf1K9scE/s1600/P1070650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zySO19HUCP8/TevE1UP5ZaI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/l7AaTiBNknA/s1600/P1070652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40BRPGKoZQs/TevE1JGNEaI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/waxVzqhn0Ek/s1600/P1070670.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K9ihl6QCoAQ/TevE00tWXsI/AAAAAAAAF1I/Y9mEW8XIp1s/s1600/P1070675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRFhOXZ7wp0/Teu_-PCNr2I/AAAAAAAAFwo/Pg2O7dvPAWY/s1600/P1070889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr0goitCeaQ/Teu_btYo8_I/AAAAAAAAFwY/E8NuFZr9_Fo/s1600/P1070892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6U68fSoliqE/Teu_bABVJ8I/AAAAAAAAFwQ/3-8gYgfcoD4/s1600/P1070903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOXQ2iX-eiQ/Teu_a6_-XxI/AAAAAAAAFwI/cI_Qe0G4bnQ/s1600/P1070904.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3Dm_W9d6UU/Teu_asUMirI/AAAAAAAAFwA/d50OWI-JUN8/s1600/P1070906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMgEqqZTi5o/Teu-bMVZ_bI/AAAAAAAAFvw/LNOsGBIe-Pg/s1600/P1070909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpuSJDvsyJQ/Teu-a_wy_YI/AAAAAAAAFvo/7grDlNiGkCI/s1600/P1070916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oT94hNG1MVY/Teu9ORpCFJI/AAAAAAAAFug/7EKxxqEU-4k/s1600/P1070940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-vMNlBb84c/Teu9ON3NtmI/AAAAAAAAFuY/9JksLzY69Yw/s1600/P1070942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-IpAyheN7Y/Teu9N6C-P6I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/2G3ilwBDtc4/s1600/P1070943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwxtzcFGXNQ/Teu9Nbizf3I/AAAAAAAAFuI/TvIuvI5OxEI/s1600/P1070945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQfMufBtJzw/Teu7hpyZ6cI/AAAAAAAAFt4/2u17G1qv86E/s1600/P1070947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnvThXpK6UA/Teu7hUZB49I/AAAAAAAAFtw/QnPZNz8l-6U/s1600/P1070953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF_fO0uRBSE/Teu7hAVAOwI/AAAAAAAAFto/Ob1Laeh7f5A/s1600/P1070956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;An inspiring artist he may be, but he may no longer charm the public with that hand in a very near future. Suffering from Parkinson's Disease, he struggles hard to bring the beauty of the animal kingdom to his audience. I wish him all the best and hopefully in the near future, I'd meet him again for more interaction time. The train ride was too short for any talks over coffee and tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWYimZQgLRQ/Teu7gyN-ZAI/AAAAAAAAFtg/DSZKbxqhON0/s1600/P1070968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b00GqBJ8-Yc/Teu7h0XIdlI/AAAAAAAAFuA/lPbFOl0smVE/s1600/P1070946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_rpD1_9Fow/Teu7AM4WLmI/AAAAAAAAFtY/xZe_2-DymEE/s1600/P1070970.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBi-0r41dPo/Teu6_yeG7jI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/MGtH6-j--FU/s1600/P1070971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8JVc-Ztje8/Teu6_lcdk6I/AAAAAAAAFtI/IvpijTKNE9g/s1600/P1070975.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RjLYayoQUMk/Teu6_TOxYNI/AAAAAAAAFtA/iXOTttthwjU/s1600/P1070982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDtoJ0YcREc/Teu6-xlPBFI/AAAAAAAAFs4/-Mu37leWU2s/s1600/P1070988.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Adorable little Sofie left me stammering in broken German. Time to pick up Deutsch once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say goodbye, so...catch you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4 MORE DAYS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the land of Dimsum and endless shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-1330334576522622335?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1330334576522622335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1330334576522622335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1330334576522622335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1330334576522622335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/06/happenings.html' title='happenings'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-Qg06Y8BKQ/TevIlkjF6bI/AAAAAAAAF3w/MenlqPh9gXo/s72-c/P1070553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-345174130367340019</id><published>2011-05-01T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:54:09.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7B7oiDwj5U/Tb1y5_fhhcI/AAAAAAAAFp0/KEabLCudvXk/s1600/e3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;the future depends on this. 5 year period is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;anything could happen. so please...&lt;br /&gt;vote not out of anger, but vote with a rational mind.&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-345174130367340019?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/345174130367340019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=345174130367340019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/345174130367340019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/345174130367340019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/05/future-depends-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7B7oiDwj5U/Tb1y5_fhhcI/AAAAAAAAFp0/KEabLCudvXk/s72-c/e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3229789300622760092</id><published>2011-05-01T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T00:05:34.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eff•why•pee is ending!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 614px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExqLydvXiqE/TbwyfFMc11I/AAAAAAAAFpc/8xmQn-fP3lY/s1600/soon4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;boy, am I glad to say this is finally coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;14-23rd May 2011 is our graduation show.&lt;br /&gt;do come and give us your support, mkay!&lt;br /&gt;Detail can be found &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://admgradshow.com" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog soon.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-3229789300622760092?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3229789300622760092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3229789300622760092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3229789300622760092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3229789300622760092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/05/effwhypee-is-ending.html' title='eff•why•pee is ending!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ExqLydvXiqE/TbwyfFMc11I/AAAAAAAAFpc/8xmQn-fP3lY/s72-c/soon4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3630391793459424358</id><published>2011-04-23T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:28:52.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>無底洞</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;詞：小寒  曲：黃韻仁　編曲：黃韻仁&amp;amp;蔡健雅  主唱：蔡健雅&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有時寂寞太沉重  身邊彷彿只是觀眾　&lt;br /&gt;妳的感受沒有人懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;難得誰自告奮勇  體貼讓人格外感動　&lt;br /&gt;愛上他前後用不到一分鐘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey  回想戀情的內容  有誰想過有始有終&lt;br /&gt;不過是一時脆弱讓人放縱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿梭一段又另一段感情中　&lt;br /&gt;愛為何總填不滿又掏不空&lt;br /&gt;很快就風起雲湧  人類的心是個無底洞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘗試親吻  嘗試擁抱  或溝通　&lt;br /&gt;沒有好感再嘗試也沒有用&lt;br /&gt;大多數人都相同  喜歡的只是愛情的  臉孔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有誰背後慫恿  不該愛又愛的衝動　&lt;br /&gt;是你害怕孤單而拚命補充&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想戀情的內容  有誰想過有始有終&lt;br /&gt;不過是一時脆弱讓人放縱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿梭一段又另一段感情中　&lt;br /&gt;愛為何總填不滿又掏不空&lt;br /&gt;很快就風起雲湧  人類的心是個無底洞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘗試親吻  嘗試擁抱  或溝通　&lt;br /&gt;沒有好感再嘗試也沒有用&lt;br /&gt;大多數人都相同  喜歡的只是愛情的  臉孔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很快就風起雲湧　&lt;br /&gt;人類的心是個無底洞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嘗試親吻  嘗試擁抱  或溝通&lt;br /&gt;沒有好感再嘗試也沒有用&lt;br /&gt;大多數人都相同  喜歡的只是愛情的  臉孔&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;大多數人都相同  喜歡的只是愛情的  臉孔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這一句寫得真好。真的真的很棒。有時候感情是為了填滿人們心中的空，而產生。並不是為了愛情而醞釀而成，因為寂寞難耐有時真的無法控制。&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;“人類的心是個無底洞”&lt;/span&gt; 說得一點都沒錯。人喜歡作比較。往往自己已得到的東西不能滿足心靈的慾望。可悲的事實，但人生就是這樣， 尤其是活在蓬勃都市里。生活的步伐走得太快，想得到的東西總是遠離身邊或是高高在上，永遠都錯過身邊的美。發現的時候，已經太晚了。美麗的東西已經不在為你閃耀。&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt; 今晚感觸比平常多。抱歉，現醜了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-3630391793459424358?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3630391793459424358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3630391793459424358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3630391793459424358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3630391793459424358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='無底洞'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4825300575152093551</id><published>2011-04-22T04:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T04:46:00.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARSTRUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I'm officially starstruck. Like SERIOUSLY. How would you feel if you had a celebrity &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tweeting&lt;/span&gt; back at you? Ok, so...it started out with my usual routine: Stay up till 7a.m. in the morning to rush FYP. So in between, I'd check Facebook and Twitter out to see if there are any new updates. So on this particular morning at 5.30am, I was really maxed out from working on FYP. And so I did a lil shoutout on Twitter announcing my distress state. And I saw the dude below &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tweeting&lt;/span&gt; a lil "Good Morning!" message in Japanese on my common wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 619px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RirPsvM4LY4/TbCSO_rD3RI/AAAAAAAAFnU/tLnM8J6ESRY/s1600/yusukeizaki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;So well, you may ask, who the hell is he? His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izaki Yusuke&lt;/span&gt;. He was formally from a now disbanded Japanese Pop Boyband,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FLAME&lt;/span&gt;. Supported them and a couple others (w-inds., Lead, blah) since my Junior College days. Almost blew my bank account those days on their albums and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY...I tweeted something to him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 467px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tGyF_C2wg4Y/TbCU3bh2g7I/AAAAAAAAFnk/evLv8O74CYQ/s1600/Picture%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Which literally means, GOOD MORNING!! HOW ARE YOU TODAYYYYYYYYYYY~&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really expect a reply? But this was what I saw when I woke up a couple of hours later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 62px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwH1ia9Pj_s/TbCSPJMANJI/AAAAAAAAFnc/BOcIxFyX--c/s1600/YUSUKE_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;STARSTRUCK MAX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-4825300575152093551?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4825300575152093551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4825300575152093551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4825300575152093551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4825300575152093551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/04/starstruck.html' title='STARSTRUCK'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RirPsvM4LY4/TbCSO_rD3RI/AAAAAAAAFnU/tLnM8J6ESRY/s72-c/yusukeizaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7343724352100007618</id><published>2011-04-18T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:25:47.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>llamas are here</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcQ_1EgBOsE/TawfgLB6rjI/AAAAAAAAFm0/8jfnp5hohiw/s1600/mofo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I'm angsty like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-7343724352100007618?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7343724352100007618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7343724352100007618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7343724352100007618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7343724352100007618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/04/llamas-are-here.html' title='llamas are here'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcQ_1EgBOsE/TawfgLB6rjI/AAAAAAAAFm0/8jfnp5hohiw/s72-c/mofo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6700076307317866142</id><published>2011-04-16T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:50:59.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eff•why•pee</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 615px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMenUJSfy5E/TamQa2YT3gI/AAAAAAAAFlE/2-JUlFd87Dg/s1600/getthefuckout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-6700076307317866142?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6700076307317866142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6700076307317866142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6700076307317866142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6700076307317866142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/04/effwhypee.html' title='eff•why•pee'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMenUJSfy5E/TamQa2YT3gI/AAAAAAAAFlE/2-JUlFd87Dg/s72-c/getthefuckout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5306311379438805412</id><published>2011-04-15T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T17:23:04.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wazzzzzzzupppppp!!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOWDYYYYYYY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really long since I last blogged a proper entry. What have I been up to? Nothing new. Just a couple of...stuff. I guess life's been treating me fairly well. At least I think besides my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eff•why•pee&lt;/span&gt; driving me insane with all the planning and stuff, things have been going alright? /shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate being single sometimes, life rocks when you have awesome friends. Like really awesome ones. I don't like spending hours in school because ntu is so goddamn far away and traveling there is already a bloody chore. :\ Oh well. March through April was pretty fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5th March: J&amp;amp;T in TOWN!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with J and his buddy, T while they were in town. pretty cool people! ;)&lt;br /&gt;was really nervous meeting these 2 Yankees and decided to call mr. airforce down for moral support. we had dimsum! not very cheap and not very nice. but the company was good. headed to clarke quay bridge afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/jt1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/jt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was young and they partied. mr. airforce and i decided to head back home to &lt;i&gt;kun&lt;/i&gt;. life's too tiring for parties these days...:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;19 March: Midnight Morning Glory with Buffy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling really :\ and decided to meet up with buffy for a midnight show. it's been...almost a year or so since we last met up! felt really good seeing an old friend and catching up again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/max.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2-3 April: 4 Maxi Dresses Celebrate Ftang's awesome *ahem* 21st!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated part one of ftang's awesome 21st *chokewheezebreathe* over at singing's. was gonna do an overnight at yj's then to JB after but....but...everyone was kinda maxed out for the week. canceled our train ride to JB altogether and decided on a complete OTOT thing the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;day 1: celebrated with a rich choc oreo cake and booked our hotels stay in singing's crib while we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nommed&lt;/span&gt; the cake. had the most unusual and hilarious present presentation and we ended late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2: filled with nostalgic neoprints snapping, gossiping, cheap accessories shopping and some hand burger love. yum. cabbed home after just cos we all can't wait to get home. too tired after all that girl time together. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OM-NOM-NOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;post-dinner condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/f9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Poppin' Cookin' Some Time in March During FYP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candies courtesy of ms. c. chong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/t1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/t2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/t3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/t4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/t5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/t6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="460" height="280" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YFZAq9Gdukc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 April: Men's Fashion Week Finale&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jsonboy was awesome. tweeted me at 2am and smsed me at 11am on the same day to confirm seats for the MFW finale show for me and a friend. LOVE THIS DUDE TO BITS. invited post-birthday girl for a nice ogling time over at the Marina Bay Sands Conference Halls with me. so glad she came along. all the starstruck moments, finger food lovin' and the tipsy martinis we...ok...I downed...that night was puuuuur-fect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 346px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/5a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/22a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 345px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 615px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the nxt entry!&lt;br /&gt;loves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-5306311379438805412?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5306311379438805412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5306311379438805412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5306311379438805412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5306311379438805412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/04/wazzzzzzzupppppp.html' title='wazzzzzzzupppppp!!?!?!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YFZAq9Gdukc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4373528544692835468</id><published>2011-03-26T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:06:53.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bastard ex's current ex girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 461px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhsxNHMy79o/TYzBJSCeILI/AAAAAAAAFkE/g3SPJVfpeiY/s1600/74684_475752807325_596937325_6526018_4227483_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;so he dumped me for her like 2 yrs back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/rainyjayce" target="_blank"&gt;click to see rebecca black's twin.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently he got dumped by...her?&lt;br /&gt;phailwhale.&lt;br /&gt;/snigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-4373528544692835468?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4373528544692835468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4373528544692835468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4373528544692835468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4373528544692835468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-bastard-exs-current-ex-girlfriend.html' title='my bastard ex&apos;s current ex girlfriend'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhsxNHMy79o/TYzBJSCeILI/AAAAAAAAFkE/g3SPJVfpeiY/s72-c/74684_475752807325_596937325_6526018_4227483_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5494100307039124332</id><published>2011-01-31T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:03:06.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="292.5" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TxMYmnL0euw" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-5494100307039124332?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5494100307039124332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5494100307039124332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5494100307039124332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5494100307039124332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-dear.html' title='happy birthday, dear'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TxMYmnL0euw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5912207153711132945</id><published>2011-01-27T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:28:06.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TUE6Ih25EiI/AAAAAAAAFiI/vGpluMiTj60/s400/P1040168_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566794532608610850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;major loves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-5912207153711132945?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5912207153711132945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5912207153711132945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5912207153711132945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5912207153711132945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2011/01/major-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TUE6Ih25EiI/AAAAAAAAFiI/vGpluMiTj60/s72-c/P1040168_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7231698272278922143</id><published>2010-12-31T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:18:08.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;2010 had been a fruitful and blessed year. Learnt more. Did more. Gained more and loved life more. Was reading my entries since Jan 2010, I really thank God for all the opportunities and blessings thrown at me. It's really by God's Grace that I made it so far! Thanks to all my family and friends who were there for me in times of needs and in times when I shared my joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt to depend on God more and appreciated more of life. I guess those are some of the more beautiful aspects of 2010 (: Really hope this coming 2011 would be a blast as well! FYP, new jobs, new experiences, new friends and many new stuff to come, I really really hope I can give off the same energy as I did in 2010! Though there aren't new coats of paint or slippers to welcome this new year with me, I'm pretty sure God will be there to shower His blessings upon us all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2011 and more awesome stuff coming yours and my way! *cheers*&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/964070568530937586-7231698272278922143?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7231698272278922143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7231698272278922143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7231698272278922143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7231698272278922143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-2011.html' title='hello 2011'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5336719171899831174</id><published>2010-12-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:11:53.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 534px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/iluvcris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; baby...so hurry down the chimney tonight...&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-5336719171899831174?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5336719171899831174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5336719171899831174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5336719171899831174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5336719171899831174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-xmas.html' title='merry xmas'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-501865161950881797</id><published>2010-12-10T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:14:26.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeans on Public Transport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Having 9a.m. classes in the morning at Pulau NTU, I'm kinda forced to take the morning trains and buses to school on Thursdays and Fridays. I dread the fact that I have to share my personal space with 100 000 other Singaporeans within those few inches I hog. I kinda hate the way Singaporeans behave on public transport during peak hours. I lament the fact that frequencies of these local public transports are comparatively quite low during these hours and commuters are forced to push their way through just to get to work or school or wherever the hell they're headed towards in time. I mean...even those British passengers onboard the sinking Titanic QUEUED to get onto lifeboats, so why should Singaporeans act so barbaric when it comes to......empty seats? Yeah, ok, I hear you sayin' that I'm being a lil lame here, blablabla, and others also experience the same, so why should I complain so much, yadayadayada...but hey! I didn't ask to be pushed around while I'm trying to enter the train, nor I didn't ask to be stepped on and shoved by rude Singaporeans who refuse to apologise but instead shoot sharp stares at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Singaporeans are getting more and more uncivilised as we progress financially and globally in terms of trades, business, and blah. I see more and more ladies and even men holding on to branded bags but these people seem to get uglier by day. I cringe whenever I see an elderly holding on to the pole for his/her dear life when the train moves and jerks, and while all these are happening, none of the seated passengers offer their seats. They simply close their eyes and meditate, OR...best of all, read the papers and look all absorbed by the news. Sigh. I get rather irritated in the morning whenever I see the train being so full, reason being, my stop's the first stop situated along the green line and we do not have that many people living in that area. Some people can wake up an hour earlier just to hog on to a seat for a pathetic 20 minute ride. What can the locals do just to get a seat, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad to see local disintegrate to such an extent. Pushing, shoving, and whatnot, acting like barbaric idiots in the mental asylums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-501865161950881797?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/501865161950881797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=501865161950881797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/501865161950881797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/501865161950881797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/12/singaporeans-on-public-transports.html' title='Singaporeans on Public Transport'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1278924868684360226</id><published>2010-11-30T20:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:56:30.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scarlet lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;my temporary tuition kid canceled her date with me and I was all dressed up and readeh to rock n' roll. what can I do? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT8GAFxoCI/AAAAAAAAFa4/MP0vGoVJuWg/s400/anticipation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545334221233561634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT8FgMRXWI/AAAAAAAAFaw/heFDVlZtZ4w/s400/happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545334212670872930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, remembering &lt;a href="http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-little-red-frames.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;this entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, decided to fool around for a while before starting another round of CI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT7qRONvtI/AAAAAAAAFao/ugSGIRzMP0g/s400/fullbarreh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545333744796024530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT7qHH-ULI/AAAAAAAAFag/_UGVCJ6Uwgs/s400/shock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545333742085492914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how I love this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT7przVYcI/AAAAAAAAFaY/kKn2Id-0UTM/s400/dp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545333734751166914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT7o9vbDBI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/DUgpj6tn6XU/s400/doubt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545333722386730002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT6rmbqMqI/AAAAAAAAFaI/jX2hk-9-ENE/s400/secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545332668157801122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT6rHlgXHI/AAAAAAAAFaA/bm6Q_UZrmNE/s400/scarlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545332659877600370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT4jSggHVI/AAAAAAAAFZw/Ne0vz6NKtmI/s400/mag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545330326347193682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT4jDKuqLI/AAAAAAAAFZo/IYc6sirSOJM/s400/noevil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545330322229340338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT4iurIRbI/AAAAAAAAFZg/W1bp8hahCcw/s400/org.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545330316728092082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPTveBpRRqI/AAAAAAAAFZY/-9WJ0pZPLsY/s400/haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545320340316571298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visual kei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPTvd_Y9Z6I/AAAAAAAAFZQ/W5eIcAr5SS0/s400/jrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545320339711289250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPTvdFb_-cI/AAAAAAAAFZI/xKifWaDCpqA/s400/play.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545320324154784194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPTvc3FJjbI/AAAAAAAAFZA/GNM8BUPdeV8/s400/low2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545320320300846514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-1278924868684360226?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1278924868684360226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1278924868684360226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1278924868684360226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1278924868684360226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/11/scarlet-lips.html' title='scarlet lips'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPT8GAFxoCI/AAAAAAAAFa4/MP0vGoVJuWg/s72-c/anticipation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1264532063297105692</id><published>2010-11-30T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:57:35.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus tweets, too! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPbZeaXyPI/AAAAAAAAFY4/YZajxJt0cJw/s1600/Picture%2B7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPbZeaXyPI/AAAAAAAAFY4/YZajxJt0cJw/s400/Picture%2B7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545016796930099442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZSd6z2aI/AAAAAAAAFYw/O9J38odCq-k/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 64px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZSd6z2aI/AAAAAAAAFYw/O9J38odCq-k/s400/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014477515381154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZR9Bk-AI/AAAAAAAAFYo/C0wKSYS7wkc/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZR9Bk-AI/AAAAAAAAFYo/C0wKSYS7wkc/s400/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014468685395970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZRp5unMI/AAAAAAAAFYg/yx8rbxs3g8w/s1600/Picture%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 51px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZRp5unMI/AAAAAAAAFYg/yx8rbxs3g8w/s400/Picture%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014463552199874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZRSYzSTI/AAAAAAAAFYY/nzeKFd7YmZM/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 67px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZRSYzSTI/AAAAAAAAFYY/nzeKFd7YmZM/s400/Picture%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014457240078642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZRXGMlII/AAAAAAAAFYQ/aI3i4f0Meyw/s1600/Picture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPZRXGMlII/AAAAAAAAFYQ/aI3i4f0Meyw/s400/Picture%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014458504221826" 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/964070568530937586-1264532063297105692?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1264532063297105692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1264532063297105692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1264532063297105692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1264532063297105692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/11/jesus-tweets-too.html' title='jesus tweets, too! (:'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TPPbZeaXyPI/AAAAAAAAFY4/YZajxJt0cJw/s72-c/Picture%2B7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1783994597279915989</id><published>2010-11-15T03:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:00:46.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Little Tyttö</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://littletytto.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TOA1xBEKPtI/AAAAAAAAFWA/kJTmUDvWjiY/s400/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539486657881456338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;hey u folks, my online retail store will be updating tmr night! be sure to check it out as we'll bring in lotsa goodies for all your girls out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSST! look out for Balenciagas inspired items soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*click on the banner to start shopping!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-1783994597279915989?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1783994597279915989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1783994597279915989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1783994597279915989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1783994597279915989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/11/shop-little-tytto.html' title='Shop Little Tyttö'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TOA1xBEKPtI/AAAAAAAAFWA/kJTmUDvWjiY/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7469538068252296970</id><published>2010-11-13T17:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T02:42:40.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TN5avinJBLI/AAAAAAAAFV4/8LdTAjSk8PM/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 59px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TN5avinJBLI/AAAAAAAAFV4/8LdTAjSk8PM/s400/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538964364503614642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TN5aPE1NTQI/AAAAAAAAFVw/0B3k1bblMSI/s1600/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;this is how you'd feel when a celebrity you support since you were in your teens LIKEs a link you posted on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and erm...a celebrity from TW just added me on FB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TQpdUX854hI/AAAAAAAAFeg/7S_ToUNFL9U/s1600/dai_ailing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TQpdUX854hI/AAAAAAAAFeg/7S_ToUNFL9U/s400/dai_ailing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551352095295791634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;HEEHEE!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-7469538068252296970?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7469538068252296970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7469538068252296970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7469538068252296970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7469538068252296970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/11/teehee.html' title='teehee'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TN5avinJBLI/AAAAAAAAFV4/8LdTAjSk8PM/s72-c/Picture%2B5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3564687127189896625</id><published>2010-11-08T17:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:57:51.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Sundays are good, especially if it's a day of praise and worship, good brunch and bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNfKKE1ZeVI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/nw_K8J5bR9Q/s400/P1040870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537116541320526162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNfKJwE9P0I/AAAAAAAAFUI/SPU3snkyJzU/s400/P1040871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537116535748640578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Met up with my longtime church girlfriends after the service. It's been some time since we last sat down and have a decent meal together. A year perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Our cravings for all day breakfast food brought us to this lovely &lt;a href="http://www.strictlypancakes.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pancake house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Prinsep street. Cosy, and not too over the top. Not to mention their excellent service, and of course, the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNfJCWgjvkI/AAAAAAAAFT4/cSYraGd1MGY/s400/P1040873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537115309114375746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNfKKrmgVaI/AAAAAAAAFUY/y3uVyOjAYbM/s400/P1040869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537116551727044002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNfIEs3ffiI/AAAAAAAAFTo/VVSA0hDq-WI/s400/P1040878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537114249964256802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Walked out realising we didn't snap a single group shot of us. Therefore, decided to pose just outside the store for a quick photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNfIEAt-3PI/AAAAAAAAFTg/pcEdma4RiEE/s400/P1040879-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537114238113209586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Day included some early Christmas shopping, retail therapy and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gongcha&lt;/span&gt; lovin'. The week had never been better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm quite crazy about this sandwich I made a week ago when hunger pangs struck at 3 in the morning while I was working on my designs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNfID9V8ypI/AAAAAAAAFTY/LcMTzl-XJSI/s400/yummeh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537114237207104146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;It's chunky peanut butter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Strictly Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;44A Prinsep Street&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 188674&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-3564687127189896625?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3564687127189896625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3564687127189896625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3564687127189896625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3564687127189896625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/11/sundays-are-good-especially-when-its.html' title='i love sundays'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNfKKE1ZeVI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/nw_K8J5bR9Q/s72-c/P1040870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3087307597813912008</id><published>2010-11-06T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T05:21:31.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-in-Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNQ645Y_O1I/AAAAAAAAFTI/ft_-B-UET5c/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536114591097895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;3 hours later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNR0QOAdElI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/a8v0Al7Lm68/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536177663931912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;four maxi dresses&lt;/span&gt; • &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cafe&lt;/span&gt; corporate identity thus far...&lt;br /&gt;I hope my girls are proud of what their creative director had came up with. (:&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/964070568530937586-3087307597813912008?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3087307597813912008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3087307597813912008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3087307597813912008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3087307597813912008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/11/work-in-progress.html' title='Work-in-Progress'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TNQ645Y_O1I/AAAAAAAAFTI/ft_-B-UET5c/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7070107712149079265</id><published>2010-10-31T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T05:17:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMxytLWHnFI/AAAAAAAAFSk/WeNAjzDRdbg/s400/bitches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533924162596740178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-7070107712149079265?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7070107712149079265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7070107712149079265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7070107712149079265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7070107712149079265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMxytLWHnFI/AAAAAAAAFSk/WeNAjzDRdbg/s72-c/bitches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7316889292196941134</id><published>2010-10-26T02:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:25:45.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all I got was a rubber toy ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE: Blogger sucks. They make the colours of my pictures look weird. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was the Nike 10k City Race. Almost didn't wanna run 'cos the haze was bad over the past few days and I procrastinated all my training sessions, therefore resulting in not running as much as I thought I would. But after some consideration, it was quite a waste not running at all, so I met up with jster, her boyfriend, vkoo and her pals. Was quite an enjoyable run. And surprisingly, I didn't stop much at the water points! Unlike previous years. Haha. Didn't stop to walk that much either. Achievement much, ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 4ish 5am. Washed up, changed and zoomed out of the house. Met a few CWO fellow runners on the train towards Cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMXYSYJFvyI/AAAAAAAAFSU/4nNMyryR9Gw/s1600/P1040773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMXYSYJFvyI/AAAAAAAAFSU/4nNMyryR9Gw/s400/P1040773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532065527524343586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floating platform looked insane with the amount of neon green filling up any available space. My eyes almost went blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMXQ29G1xJI/AAAAAAAAFSE/fQ7E3N0-qfI/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMXQ29G1xJI/AAAAAAAAFSE/fQ7E3N0-qfI/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532057359829288082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMXQ2vxmKDI/AAAAAAAAFR8/MTx-QuRtKVQ/s1600/joan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMXQ2vxmKDI/AAAAAAAAFR8/MTx-QuRtKVQ/s400/joan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532057356250523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished within 1 hr odd. Not bad for minimal amount of trainings done! Didn't manage to meet up with the rest after the run though. ): We came back at different timings. Ah well, but I did get shot by a photographer while I was opening up a can of 100 plus and collecting my finisher item, an ambassador doll. -.- Wasn't cool. I hope that doesn't appear anywhere. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met up with uncle for Ippudo and Swenson's after that. He was late. D: And therefore had him treat lunch. Heh heh. So cheapskate, I know. *grins* Went for some window shopping, movie and dinner @ Cathay after. Reached home at 9plus pm. By then, I couldn't tell how many fingers there were on my giant spongebob. I looked like I haven't been sleeping for the last 100 days. My mom almost died 'cos I wasn't at home for the past 15 hours. But she was glad I made it back home alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, do catch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Social_Network" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Social Network&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! It's a really good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;There's something bugging me inside. :\ I can't seem to get it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPCRbuL4Oh8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPCRbuL4Oh8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. It's raining heavily now. :\ Maybe I should try to sleep. Kbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&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/964070568530937586-7316889292196941134?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7316889292196941134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7316889292196941134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7316889292196941134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7316889292196941134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-i-got-was-rubber-toy.html' title='all I got was a rubber toy ):'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMXYSYJFvyI/AAAAAAAAFSU/4nNMyryR9Gw/s72-c/P1040773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3999231000500387471</id><published>2010-10-23T01:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:36:36.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put your hands in the buttery air!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Wasn't in the mood to party at all with all my pals dropping out on me one by one. But thanks to my lil bro and his peers, the party picked up progressively and it got better and better as the clock ticked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHG0KdLqkI/AAAAAAAAFRs/Jofx-zGRIzo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHG0KdLqkI/AAAAAAAAFRs/Jofx-zGRIzo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530920416849930818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHGzupOVCI/AAAAAAAAFRk/wbF6Ou-thL8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHGzupOVCI/AAAAAAAAFRk/wbF6Ou-thL8/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530920409384244258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Caught up with my other long lost brother. It's been quite a while since I last saw him. The endless booze and giggles the gang brought in seemed to numb my heart full of weariness. On a random note, schu's candy counter was a lifesaver with their bountiful supply of candies that night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHGy45kRWI/AAAAAAAAFRc/N-u7wiYaUIw/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHGy45kRWI/AAAAAAAAFRc/N-u7wiYaUIw/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530920394957276514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:century gothic;" &gt;The sweetest thing of all? A picture with the deejay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHGyolJGOI/AAAAAAAAFRU/F0Z8cNDHL9k/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHGyolJGOI/AAAAAAAAFRU/F0Z8cNDHL9k/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530920390576642274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Meanwhile, it's back to mundane and stress once again.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll party again once more, sometime...later. *winks*&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-3999231000500387471?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3999231000500387471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3999231000500387471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3999231000500387471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3999231000500387471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/10/put-your-hands-in-buttery-air.html' title='put your hands in the buttery air!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TMHG0KdLqkI/AAAAAAAAFRs/Jofx-zGRIzo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5288057974471229873</id><published>2010-10-21T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:14:45.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsourced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL__zLTCfLI/AAAAAAAAFRM/bAXsSr-JlrA/s1600/outsourced_nbc_tv_show_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL__zLTCfLI/AAAAAAAAFRM/bAXsSr-JlrA/s400/outsourced_nbc_tv_show_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530420122105314482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Hey you guys. I'm sure most of you out there are Gleeks as much as I am. Heh. Not afraid to admit that! It's really a great musical show! But I've got another awesome show to introduce to you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outsourced_%28TV_series%29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outsourced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, it's an NBC American sitcom with an Indian workplace setting. It talks about an American dude from a novelties company, which has recently outsourced its order processings to India, being sent over to the new call center to manage the staff over there. While being there, the American introduces the American pop culture to his employees while learning more about the rich Indian culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caught their first 4 episodes and I must say that I really enjoyed every bit of it as much as Friends or The Nanny. ;D Go catch it on live streaming or something! You'd enjoy it as much as I do. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-5288057974471229873?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5288057974471229873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5288057974471229873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5288057974471229873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5288057974471229873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/10/outsourced.html' title='Outsourced'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL__zLTCfLI/AAAAAAAAFRM/bAXsSr-JlrA/s72-c/outsourced_nbc_tv_show_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-511309769966728536</id><published>2010-10-20T18:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:02:02.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;It's been quite a while since I last saw Raffles' Boy. So happened that he was free for a late night coffee break, we decided to hang around Haji Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go to A Thousand Tales cafe so badly. But it was closed. So we tried the bar/cafe above the cafe instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting and ambiance of that cafe was awesome. Too bad for the steep price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7Wyi2Y2EI/AAAAAAAAFRE/a6MS0kc6r5c/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530093556294277186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7WyDv9o3I/AAAAAAAAFQ8/2VlVRy6wYMo/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530093547945829234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7WOmK994I/AAAAAAAAFQ0/ZksP3uaeRmY/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530092938710611842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;We settled for Coffee Nation eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7WOPBzBlI/AAAAAAAAFQs/HX2o82aZ9Rg/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530092932498130514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7SDGMxBQI/AAAAAAAAFQU/wqs3y0GHHnc/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530088343103145218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Really loved their furniture arrangements and the little picture frames and ornaments within the cafe. It makes people feel so laid back and relaxed after a long day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7SCgpScCI/AAAAAAAAFQM/kRmLq9raNfc/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530088333022228514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Ordered their fudge lava brownie with ice cream. MMMMMMYUMMEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7SCaWfc8I/AAAAAAAAFQE/RD-cULqP76k/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530088331332776898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Of course, such a lovely dessert doesn't deserve any form of mercy. We attacked and left the plate clean within minutes. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7Q84VwSQI/AAAAAAAAFP8/JDjGTbzYggw/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530087136791906562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Left just before the last train. Hope to catch up with you soon, Raffles' Boy! T'was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-511309769966728536?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/511309769966728536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=511309769966728536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/511309769966728536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/511309769966728536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/10/coffee-and-such.html' title='Coffee and Such'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TL7Wyi2Y2EI/AAAAAAAAFRE/a6MS0kc6r5c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3650989664532110902</id><published>2010-10-17T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:29:15.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pink affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSRaOAc6I/AAAAAAAAFP0/g9s7WaUhxbc/s1600/cupids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSRaOAc6I/AAAAAAAAFP0/g9s7WaUhxbc/s400/cupids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529033057832563618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;T'was a last minute party. We rounded up the gang hours before the affair and we were told to deck ourselves in pink. The guys went on a mad shopping spree for the cheapest available pink shirts they could get. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Check out how cute they look in similar tees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSEG2-83I/AAAAAAAAFPk/Z7Zy327AmUg/s1600/notsober.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSEG2-83I/AAAAAAAAFPk/Z7Zy327AmUg/s400/notsober.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529032829297423218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party went wild with a couple of drinks and a bottle of  complimentary champagne. Oooh, how could I forget the awful glass of  graveyard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSD_tEWOI/AAAAAAAAFPc/3Y4mjfcQbkE/s1600/pinkchy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSD_tEWOI/AAAAAAAAFPc/3Y4mjfcQbkE/s400/pinkchy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529032827376785634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSDqNAS8I/AAAAAAAAFPU/aRVktPZGIaM/s1600/pinkies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSDqNAS8I/AAAAAAAAFPU/aRVktPZGIaM/s400/pinkies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529032821605157826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera flashes were seen and we felt like superstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSCbi7vJI/AAAAAAAAFPM/6BX-Sj8Iz3g/s1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSCbi7vJI/AAAAAAAAFPM/6BX-Sj8Iz3g/s400/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529032800490732690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The music, the booze, the lights and the awesome company. Pinchy can't deny the fact that it's one of the best birthday, ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSEdDGp_I/AAAAAAAAFPs/62GAF_brwcM/s1600/lovepinchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSEdDGp_I/AAAAAAAAFPs/62GAF_brwcM/s400/lovepinchy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529032835253839858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE MORE AWESOME QUARTER CENTURIES AHEAD (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-3650989664532110902?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3650989664532110902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3650989664532110902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3650989664532110902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3650989664532110902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/10/pink-affair.html' title='a pink affair'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TLsSRaOAc6I/AAAAAAAAFP0/g9s7WaUhxbc/s72-c/cupids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4552345585580487716</id><published>2010-10-17T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:49:56.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;It's a Sunday. And sad to say, I haven't summoned enough courage to return to the House of the Lord to repay my heart full of thanksgiving these 12 months or so. But nonetheless, I still want to give my praise and thanks to the Father, who gives me hope in times of darkness. Through the ups and the downs, it made me realise how fortunate I am to be in the position of where I am today. Though I may covet what others my age have achieved thus far, but I know God has better plans for me ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God every single day for breathing fresh air into my lungs and revitalising my life each day after sleep. I thank God for every single event that takes place in my life, good or bad, because I know, that every existence has a reason of its own. In good times, I praise God for His Blessings, in bad times, I praise God because I'm still in one piece and through His Mercy and Grace, I know I can defeat the workings of the devil and rise upon the ashes like a phoenix. I thank the Lord for the people around me, friends or not-so-friendly neighbours. They shape me to become a better person through time and interactions. I thank the Lord for my parents, although in times we may not understand each other so well, but I praise God for choosing such awesome parents to be part of my life, to shape and to nurture me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for understanding peers. Their patience wow me over and I truly thank the Lord for placing these people to be part of my life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea why I have this sudden surge to blog. Perhaps I was bored of work, But yeah, thanks be to God. I sincerely hope that one day, I can overcome all the fears in my heart and return to church to praise and worship. (:&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/964070568530937586-4552345585580487716?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4552345585580487716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4552345585580487716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4552345585580487716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4552345585580487716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/10/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6948045771477078138</id><published>2010-09-14T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:28:42.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 maxi dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TI5px3ox5fI/AAAAAAAAFME/llaUgGhFhgQ/s1600/maxi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TI5px3ox5fI/AAAAAAAAFME/llaUgGhFhgQ/s400/maxi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516462899044935154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font face="century gothic"&gt;was doing a logo for my corporate identity module.&lt;br /&gt;which font do you prefer?&lt;/font&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/964070568530937586-6948045771477078138?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6948045771477078138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6948045771477078138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6948045771477078138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6948045771477078138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/09/was-doing-logo-for-my-corporate.html' title='4 maxi dresses'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TI5px3ox5fI/AAAAAAAAFME/llaUgGhFhgQ/s72-c/maxi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8026539496982132895</id><published>2010-08-17T00:52:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:44:03.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY ONE IN TAIPEI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Hey! So I'm back with my Taiwan trip posts! Oh boy, editing the pictures was just crazy and it made me realise how much I miss Taiwan! T.T Can't believe that Taiwan's a good month ago. Sigh...7 days and 6 nights were definitely NOT ENOUGH!&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, so I'll start with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DAY ONE, 18 July 2010&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Man, I remember booking the tickets back in February while I was having my Production class in the Mac Lab. And it was so crazy when I started making all the phone calls to my peers about it and liased via email. We finally got everything settled by the end of that day and oh boy, was I eggcited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and before I knew it, internship was over and I was on my way to TAIWAN. So much for the draggy in-betweens. LOL. And so, on the night before the trip, YJ went over to XY's house to sleep over, so as to save up a lil on cab fare. Initially we wanted a drinking session before the trip, but we just had so much to pack and stuff, and so it was canceled in the end. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am the next day, XY called to say her cab is at my block. I rushed out of the house without much thoughts and realised that I left my entire make up pouch on my table. FML. But oh well, the flight is more important. Got into the Jetstar queue at 5.40am and the line was quite long by then. Thank goodness we pre-booked our seats. Ftang came a lil late 'cos her chauffeur woke up later than expected. BUT ALL'S WELL! HAHA. We manage to grab some breakfast before we boarded and that breakfast almost made us miss our flight!!! Thank goodness for delays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we boarded and everyone seem to skid into limbo right after we were seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlysaRaxJI/AAAAAAAAFJU/cNf7bQUcPUM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlysaRaxJI/AAAAAAAAFJU/cNf7bQUcPUM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506058126729331858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before we took off...I kinda hyperventilated within myself as it was my virgin experience of Taiwan and I've heard so much about its good and (a lil bit of the) bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlysGkNXHI/AAAAAAAAFJM/7cFZDW7z5Wg/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlysGkNXHI/AAAAAAAAFJM/7cFZDW7z5Wg/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506058121439435890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg space was a lil limited. I had troubles falling asleep partly due to that and because I was just so excited about the trip.  5 hours zipped passed like nobarreh's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlyruvV4DI/AAAAAAAAFJE/8l2lAOYYtGI/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlyruvV4DI/AAAAAAAAFJE/8l2lAOYYtGI/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506058115043680306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the skies of Taiwan, I secretly yelled within that we finally made it there in one piece and many other pieces of luggages. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlydrk_NTI/AAAAAAAAFI8/VQzLrd97njM/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlydrk_NTI/AAAAAAAAFI8/VQzLrd97njM/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057873676776754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you hear my screams? lol. As more land appeared, the girls finally rose from their beauty sleep and joined in to share the joy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlydGCFEbI/AAAAAAAAFI0/CdDWw3uqndY/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlydGCFEbI/AAAAAAAAFI0/CdDWw3uqndY/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057863598248370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlycjKE03I/AAAAAAAAFIs/J0TVvNVzplk/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 522px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlycjKE03I/AAAAAAAAFIs/J0TVvNVzplk/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057854236545906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we departed, there were huge crowds of Hong Kong tourists blocking our way and to tell the truth, the older terminal we landed on wasn't as fantastic and it looked very 80s. We found a bus booth within the airport and bought tickets for a bus ride that'd bring us to close to our residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlycMeiydI/AAAAAAAAFIk/MV5sAhYPTmc/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlycMeiydI/AAAAAAAAFIk/MV5sAhYPTmc/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057848148380114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlyb623TCI/AAAAAAAAFIc/gAlGis-IL04/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlyb623TCI/AAAAAAAAFIc/gAlGis-IL04/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057843418549282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was a long one but that didn't made me snooze a single bit. It just kept my camera clicking. To be honest, the bus seats were million times more comfortable than the ones we had on Jetstar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx2G2e83I/AAAAAAAAFIU/d1XEAZkYNCU/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 519px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx2G2e83I/AAAAAAAAFIU/d1XEAZkYNCU/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057193803150194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx1nu7WpI/AAAAAAAAFIM/pJ-DJ9OCiC0/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 529px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx1nu7WpI/AAAAAAAAFIM/pJ-DJ9OCiC0/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057185449958034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx1MHYB8I/AAAAAAAAFIE/1n4bE42s4Iw/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx1MHYB8I/AAAAAAAAFIE/1n4bE42s4Iw/s400/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057178036307906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx0-cSEdI/AAAAAAAAFH8/a25pXWqBErY/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 508px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx0-cSEdI/AAAAAAAAFH8/a25pXWqBErY/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057174365901266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx0UcaX4I/AAAAAAAAFH0/Pak4j9kHTr8/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 517px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlx0UcaX4I/AAAAAAAAFH0/Pak4j9kHTr8/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506057163092156290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlxAf5W0nI/AAAAAAAAFHs/Fxy9dU9tWzE/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 521px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlxAf5W0nI/AAAAAAAAFHs/Fxy9dU9tWzE/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506056272813150834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The views of Taoyuan to Taipei were really beautiful. The clouds, the signages and the architecture. They looked so raw and fresh. As we got nearer to Taipei, cabs flooded within our sight. We later learnt that they were called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Little Yellow" （小黃）&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw_UBGOhI/AAAAAAAAFHk/FiskmEKl0A0/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw_UBGOhI/AAAAAAAAFHk/FiskmEKl0A0/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506056252444523026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw-DDWO7I/AAAAAAAAFHc/XcNzOjz2ljs/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 518px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw-DDWO7I/AAAAAAAAFHc/XcNzOjz2ljs/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506056230710688690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We alighted at some hotel and grabbed a cab to fetch us over to our residence. Thank goodness for XY's aunt who's willing to lent us her place while we were there! Ok, back to the cab ride. The driver was super friendly and that set the tone of our trip to be a happy one! Such an awesome start and he was super sweet to help us in our itinerary planning! And so along the way, we saw interesting happenings like dogs sitting on motorbikes together with their masters and mistresses! And it's not even illegal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw9ky6qGI/AAAAAAAAFHU/tgaP2bA5udU/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 526px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw9ky6qGI/AAAAAAAAFHU/tgaP2bA5udU/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506056222588708962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we finally reached our destination, 3 Zhongxiao Xinshen Road 忠孝新生路三段. XY's cousin came to pick us up at the door and we went off for lunch after unloading those bags. Apparently, according to XY's aunt, the area that we were staying at is considered one of the most expensive lands in Taipei and Xiao S lives very near within the premises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw9LeHuWI/AAAAAAAAFHM/ic4xOIUgQeM/s1600/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw9LeHuWI/AAAAAAAAFHM/ic4xOIUgQeM/s400/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506056215790598498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlw9LeHuWI/AAAAAAAAFHM/ic4xOIUgQeM/s1600/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some chinese food for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwXA-X-wI/AAAAAAAAFHE/X4z9_esFHkk/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 524px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwXA-X-wI/AAAAAAAAFHE/X4z9_esFHkk/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055560138062594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was really awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwWxCodiI/AAAAAAAAFG8/UWZktOt74fU/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwWxCodiI/AAAAAAAAFG8/UWZktOt74fU/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055555860952610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwWtpjpMI/AAAAAAAAFG0/4-JPwjR0CZc/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwWtpjpMI/AAAAAAAAFG0/4-JPwjR0CZc/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055554950472898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after being super satisfied with the first taste of Taipei, we walked around the premises. XY's aunt introduced us to this awesome apple-in-a-cake cake 蘋果酥. The aroma from the shop was tooooooooo engaging...and big shots like Jay Chou shops around for some nice sweet treats! (: It's too bad that we didn't catch a glimpse of any celebs there and then. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwWLn-poI/AAAAAAAAFGs/whOtEZ7EBy0/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwWLn-poI/AAAAAAAAFGs/whOtEZ7EBy0/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055545817048706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwWLn-poI/AAAAAAAAFGs/whOtEZ7EBy0/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walked over to Xiao S' （小 S） condominium 地堡 for some photo-taking. Quite stupid actually. Haha. But was just an impromptu decision. Haha. Apparently, it's more posh than houses in the 6th Avenue here. They looked like high rise palaces with all the posh ornaments. O.O The security guards were quite uptight though. They refused our request to snap photos with them. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;So well, we then went home to change. The weather was SUPER SUPER SUPER hot, and it was 35 degrees that day! We had to wear something lighter. And so we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Transportation services are quite efficient in Taipei. Unlike Singapore, the frequency of the buses are pretty high. Within minutes and even seconds! Kid you not! Oh! And they have separate bus stops for different buses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwVyR4K2I/AAAAAAAAFGk/kJdFiOzFuRY/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwVyR4K2I/AAAAAAAAFGk/kJdFiOzFuRY/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055539013462882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlwVyR4K2I/AAAAAAAAFGk/kJdFiOzFuRY/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Road indications and warnings are generally in Chinese. So we were just laughing to ourselves that you really can't drive around Taipei without knowing the wonderful language of Mandarin. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv6ZsTBzI/AAAAAAAAFGc/JCrro-JhcTk/s1600/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 508px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv6ZsTBzI/AAAAAAAAFGc/JCrro-JhcTk/s400/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055068556920626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv6ZsTBzI/AAAAAAAAFGc/JCrro-JhcTk/s1600/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took a bus down to Wu Fen Pu 五分埔. And it was about a 20 min ride from my area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Alighted at a stop nearest to the shopping area and settled down for some ice cold dessert. We needed something to cool down with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv6LUVH1I/AAAAAAAAFGU/QWNBe8Cb7rg/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 620px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv6LUVH1I/AAAAAAAAFGU/QWNBe8Cb7rg/s400/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055064698298194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv5o_3t4I/AAAAAAAAFGM/RJZrrr_y7bE/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 524px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv5o_3t4I/AAAAAAAAFGM/RJZrrr_y7bE/s400/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055055485679490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv5o_3t4I/AAAAAAAAFGM/RJZrrr_y7bE/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ice taohuey 冰豆花 had little yam balls in them and the beancurd had a lil burnt taste. Quite an interesting combi. Yum tums. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv5JzLm-I/AAAAAAAAFGE/o5GjBiw56lI/s1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv5JzLm-I/AAAAAAAAFGE/o5GjBiw56lI/s400/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055047110958050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv5JzLm-I/AAAAAAAAFGE/o5GjBiw56lI/s1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so we walked over to the main shopping area. Very Bugis Street-que, and 10 times bigger. Shopping was quite a pleasant experience as the crowd wasn't really huge, given the fact that it was a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv4--A2rI/AAAAAAAAFF8/p5Iwm8F74XA/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv4--A2rI/AAAAAAAAFF8/p5Iwm8F74XA/s400/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055044203600562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlv4--A2rI/AAAAAAAAFF8/p5Iwm8F74XA/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got hungry a lil while later and while we were at it, a moving stall passed us. They were selling traditional Taiwan Bapu 叭噗 dessert, aka ice cream with peanut biscuit shavings all wrapped up within a popiah skin! Mmmm~ it was heavenly. The mixture of the ice cream smooth texture vs the crispiness of the shavings plus the Q-ness of the popiah skin was just match-made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvWCSlivI/AAAAAAAAFF0/u5-vaZ_F39Q/s1600/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvWCSlivI/AAAAAAAAFF0/u5-vaZ_F39Q/s400/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506054443799775986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvVvFM8aI/AAAAAAAAFFs/jPpCC0u4Z7g/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 525px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvVvFM8aI/AAAAAAAAFFs/jPpCC0u4Z7g/s400/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506054438643364258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvVvFM8aI/AAAAAAAAFFs/jPpCC0u4Z7g/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at YJ's contented expression, it's really good!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;And we ended it off with a picture with the store owner. She was quite shocked by that action though. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvVJKbysI/AAAAAAAAFFk/JNmdp3cpRhI/s1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvVJKbysI/AAAAAAAAFFk/JNmdp3cpRhI/s400/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506054428464761538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Didn't manage to shop a lot but we did walked till the sky turned dark. As street lights lit the pathway, we walked over to the 1st night market of our trip, Rao He Night Market 饒河夜市。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvUx9bQ7I/AAAAAAAAFFc/Z-jcKySBIC4/s1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvUx9bQ7I/AAAAAAAAFFc/Z-jcKySBIC4/s400/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506054422236185522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvUbOWZwI/AAAAAAAAFFU/qk6sA3NRawo/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 525px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvUbOWZwI/AAAAAAAAFFU/qk6sA3NRawo/s400/33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506054416133154562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlvUbOWZwI/AAAAAAAAFFU/qk6sA3NRawo/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's this really cool temple that's near the gates of the Rao He Night Market...it looks really grand...and mythical. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluzebNlxI/AAAAAAAAFFM/emv-Iqeyx4w/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 518px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluzebNlxI/AAAAAAAAFFM/emv-Iqeyx4w/s400/34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053850056726290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluzebNlxI/AAAAAAAAFFM/emv-Iqeyx4w/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some food stores that we patronised!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluzOrBVYI/AAAAAAAAFFE/3R_Yqj966SI/s1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluzOrBVYI/AAAAAAAAFFE/3R_Yqj966SI/s400/35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053845828064642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluykiybvI/AAAAAAAAFE8/l4HcLxOrlV4/s1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 525px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluykiybvI/AAAAAAAAFE8/l4HcLxOrlV4/s400/36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053834519244530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluykiybvI/AAAAAAAAFE8/l4HcLxOrlV4/s1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ohhh, the meat buns were really goooooood. It's no wonder that their stall is full every night. (: We then tried other stuff like Chicken Chops 雞扒, Smelly Toufu 臭豆腐, Corn on Stick 原味玉米, Tauhuey and Glass Jelly Drink 豆花仙草冰 and Mango Dessert 芒果草莓冰!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluyAmneLI/AAAAAAAAFE0/kRP-6TPpktA/s1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 525px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGluyAmneLI/AAAAAAAAFE0/kRP-6TPpktA/s400/37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053824871626930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlux_Qa4rI/AAAAAAAAFEs/2KJ5XoqDPws/s1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlux_Qa4rI/AAAAAAAAFEs/2KJ5XoqDPws/s400/38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053824510091954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlux_Qa4rI/AAAAAAAAFEs/2KJ5XoqDPws/s1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;XY and YJ didn't dare to try the smelly toufu after one mouthful. They can't take the smell! But Ftang and I were indulging in the fragrance after more bites! Mmmmmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltrQJJusI/AAAAAAAAFEk/As5vMegUL4k/s400/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506052609272298178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;So after some food, we walked around and entered some UFO machine arcade to try our luck! And oh boy, we won some stuff, alright! The good thing about Taiwan's UFO machines is that they pack their machines with lots of toys to the brim, unlike Singapore, making it easier for people to win something home after one try. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;We also saw some really old school toys/games stalls!! They even had prizes like sticker earrings that I don't see in Singapore anymoreeeee~ Sobs. My lost childhood. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltqpPzW8I/AAAAAAAAFEc/jB_kthqA9MU/s1600/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltqpPzW8I/AAAAAAAAFEc/jB_kthqA9MU/s400/40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506052598831209410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltp8MA0TI/AAAAAAAAFEU/wovYfxx74z0/s1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 520px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltp8MA0TI/AAAAAAAAFEU/wovYfxx74z0/s400/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506052586735718706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltp8MA0TI/AAAAAAAAFEU/wovYfxx74z0/s1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along the way, we did try on accessories like geek spectacles, which are really common amongst the youth and young adults here. We couldn't resist them ourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltpZ3FgUI/AAAAAAAAFEM/NMgQIg1WPFY/s1600/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltpZ3FgUI/AAAAAAAAFEM/NMgQIg1WPFY/s400/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506052577521140034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGltpZ3FgUI/AAAAAAAAFEM/NMgQIg1WPFY/s1600/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left, we spotted this stall selling flowers that never dies. And we bought quite a bit from this lady here. She said we are her biggest consumers yet! Hoho!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlto5ddiVI/AAAAAAAAFEE/03poG4apfXY/s1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlto5ddiVI/AAAAAAAAFEE/03poG4apfXY/s400/43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506052568823728466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlto5ddiVI/AAAAAAAAFEE/03poG4apfXY/s1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day one ended with lots of food and happiness from shopping. The best has yet to come, honestly! Lol! Stay tuned for more updates of my Taiwan trip! (: Till then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-8026539496982132895?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8026539496982132895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8026539496982132895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8026539496982132895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8026539496982132895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-one-in-taipei.html' title='DAY ONE IN TAIPEI!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGlysaRaxJI/AAAAAAAAFJU/cNf7bQUcPUM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5117773880057173693</id><published>2010-08-16T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:54:21.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGhThr54lOI/AAAAAAAAFD8/k3DRlwrVjp4/s1600/BRB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGhThr54lOI/AAAAAAAAFD8/k3DRlwrVjp4/s400/BRB2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505742382646727906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I'll be back REAL soon with the entries...watch this space! *winks*&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-5117773880057173693?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5117773880057173693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5117773880057173693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5117773880057173693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5117773880057173693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/08/soon.html' title='soon~'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TGhThr54lOI/AAAAAAAAFD8/k3DRlwrVjp4/s72-c/BRB2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5841179275953139672</id><published>2010-08-03T02:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T03:13:45.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i jumped in taiwan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;And so...I'm back from Taiwan! It's been 2 weeks already and I just can't stop missing that place. The sights, sounds, clubbing scene, shopping, the food and everything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days, four girls, one adventure. Quite an awesome trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;西門町&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcL-62b1PI/AAAAAAAAFC0/bT3AYxHdQtE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcL-62b1PI/AAAAAAAAFC0/bT3AYxHdQtE/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878645433718002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcL-pYHHEI/AAAAAAAAFCs/7CObocyUK9U/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcL-pYHHEI/AAAAAAAAFCs/7CObocyUK9U/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878640743128130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;淡水，愚人碼頭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcL-aazYjI/AAAAAAAAFCk/9ymKIj_CfeQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcL-aazYjI/AAAAAAAAFCk/9ymKIj_CfeQ/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878636727886386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;宜蘭，龜島&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLt7rx-FI/AAAAAAAAFCc/wGxn4gP8Bmo/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLt7rx-FI/AAAAAAAAFCc/wGxn4gP8Bmo/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878353599690834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLtt3h2DI/AAAAAAAAFCU/PelalY6kgSs/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLtt3h2DI/AAAAAAAAFCU/PelalY6kgSs/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878349890869298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLtQxt0jI/AAAAAAAAFCM/na0yipOO3O8/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLtQxt0jI/AAAAAAAAFCM/na0yipOO3O8/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878342081860146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...(loosely translated - (I) love Taiwan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLsxaXPiI/AAAAAAAAFCE/HSpdfSRgqas/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLsxaXPiI/AAAAAAAAFCE/HSpdfSRgqas/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878333662412322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for more Taiwan posts! Come back soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLsgQXzRI/AAAAAAAAFB8/Bc29_aWOy-s/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcLsgQXzRI/AAAAAAAAFB8/Bc29_aWOy-s/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500878329057103122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-5841179275953139672?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5841179275953139672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5841179275953139672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5841179275953139672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5841179275953139672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-jumped-in-taiwan.html' title='i jumped in taiwan!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TFcL-62b1PI/AAAAAAAAFC0/bT3AYxHdQtE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3089284841733777231</id><published>2010-07-12T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:33:12.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the bullfighters meet the clogboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;The world saw Spain's victory last night, or rather this morning, if you're like me, living in Asia. It's was a rather painful match to watch as the English referee decked out his buffet of yellow cards, and with both teams defending their goalposts with all their might and power. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't exactly a boring match. But it was just frustrating to see a 0-0 scoreboard after the 60th minute since the start of the game. It wasn't till the 116th minute when Iniesta's "offside-looking" goal differentiated the winners from the losers. That left lots of Netherlands fans and non-Spain supporters upset and crying. The competition was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; close. Even though my impression of the Spanish team is pretty much shitty, I do have to say that Spain did play a better game as compared to the bad tackles Netherlands displayed. It was just like a replay of the Germany vs Spain match in the semi finals. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=105811281"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360px" width="425px"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=105811281,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=105811281,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://vids.myspace.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, back to the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van Persie, as usual, did his lil dirty tricks, which unfortunately for him, was a yellow card this time round. I blame his height for all that, really, lol. And so the game went on, with clearly, the Spanish players dominating the field and the game. Sadly, most of Ramos' shoots were blocked or somehow unlucky. The entire first half was just like a silent action movie of a ball moving back and forth and cards flashing here and there. Just the first half alone, 5 cards were issued. 3 to Netherlands, 2 to Spain. Intense game indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could actually predict what's gonna happen in the 2nd half. Everyone placed their doubts upon Paul, the psychic octopus. Second half whisked past just like that, with more fouls committed and desperate goal chances. It became such a violent game, another 4 cards were issued. No winners, 90th minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone became so skeptical about the match that it's almost positive that the game will end with a penalty shoot out between the 2 teams. However, all doubts ended when Heitinga was sent off and Iniesta took the opportunity to show the world his power. Clear goal. That's it. Spain secured their position as the best team of 2010, leaving a bunch of us dumbfounded. Well, personally, I've never really liked the Spain National Team, other than my eye candies, Ramos and Torres, and hence I felt a little angry when it all ended just like that and started blaming Netherlands for a second or so. Until I saw Sneijder cry and Dirk Kuyt's disappointed expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://sports.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=3715&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" height="360" width="480"&gt;       &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;       &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;       &lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://sports.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=3715&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;      &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;So anyways,  the best team did win and World Cup's finally ending. Most of us can't help but feel a lil empty inside. It's gonna be another 2 years, before we catch another round of excitement in 2012. Well, till then, and meanwhile, most of the locals are geared up for EPLs. Hopefully, Rooney and gang wouldn't send more waves of disappointments like they did in this current WC season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&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/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TDqMqN3MlmI/AAAAAAAAFBU/ZQbEUAuMzYE/s1600/spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TDqMqN3MlmI/AAAAAAAAFBU/ZQbEUAuMzYE/s400/spain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492857352435308130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-3089284841733777231?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3089284841733777231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3089284841733777231&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3089284841733777231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3089284841733777231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-bullfighters-meet-clogboys.html' title='when the bullfighters meet the clogboys'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TDqMqN3MlmI/AAAAAAAAFBU/ZQbEUAuMzYE/s72-c/spain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5036878597664129954</id><published>2010-07-09T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:45:46.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TDbepUTiHiI/AAAAAAAAFBM/yESdrQX66Fs/s1600/e64283350a308c7b382a9336ea382e14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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I can't take it when imbeciles who claim that they are true football fans leash out on teams they dislike in a rather distasteful language. In the first place, they don't catch regular epl, bundesliga or any european soccer matches, and they can hardly pronounce the name of the players in the teams they support. Next, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;half the time they only know ONE pathetic player from the team and hence conclude that THAT is their favourite team&lt;/span&gt;, i.e. fans of Torres supporting Spain just because. And thirdly, just because they watch EPLs, they tend to conclude that England is the BEST TEAM EVER in the World Cup. Rooney under performed. Terry fucked up. Lampard and gang were left hanging alone trying every ways to get goals but to no avail. I really don't understand these people. You label this premium soccer team and team spirit? Terry was pretty much in a shitty state after he was found sleeping with his mate's wife. Captaincy to Gerrard. And so unhappiness reigned. Half the team supported Terry, determined to prove that their new coach, Fabio Cappelo, was an idiot in this whole football business and he was ruining the team, while the other half remained loyal to the team and the coach. This is just like a mini French team world cup '10 episode/drama. They spoilt their own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if that stupid referee back then in the Germany vs England match messed up?! That doesn't prove anything about the Germans being a bunch of fucked up players. It just goes to show that England can never handle the great pressure Germany graciously provided. So what if that was supposedly a goal? If England was that awesome, they'd fight all the way and get those goal back! FOUR GOALS to ONE! Hello! If that referee didn't fuck his career upside down that badly, then FOUR to TWO! Fine!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; That's still a 2 goal lead! &lt;/span&gt;You may argue that the morale of England did go down after that mishap during the first half, since it was supposed to be the equalising goal...but honestly, if you're looking at the game in general, John Terry and gang were sleeping most of the time. Defense was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;bad. Could you argue any further? Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok. You officially hate Germany because you think that Neuer, the German goalie, admitted to seeing the goal only a few days later after the match, as compared to Tevez's confession to his handball only 5 hours after the match, then I'm just speechless. That's just plain stupidity. The score had been fixed. What then can you losers do about it? Cry and whine and...go round being a moron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care if anyone jumps over to support other teams after their team had lost and gone home. It's really up to an individual's free will. There isn't the right team to support or a wrong one. I started supporting Germany with every bit of my breath right after Portugal got the boot (which left me in tears...). I mean, this is the fun part, right? Supporting a team and hoping to see it go all the way...so ok. Most of the England fans turned to Argentina when Germany was put to pit against the Hand of God's team. WOAH. High expectations and many actually predicted a bad lost to Germany since Argentina is known for premium football skills. But the Germans proved all these people wrong, once again, without fail. Leaving no chance or space for the Argentinians to score. 4 fucking goals to nil. This is the result of great team spirit and co-ordination. So now, Argentinean fans cry. So did the England fans who switched loyalty. They started blaming the German for foul plays and their damn luck. The most ridiculous one, is putting the blame on the recently famed fortune-telling octopus named Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the above, let me ask some questions. Does luck give a team of young football players a consecutive 4 goal record? Does luck provide a young football team to win 8 consecutive matches, totaling up to 11 goal records or more in the world cup which happens to be the highest record in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that it's Deutschland's bad luck to have met Spain once again in the match after the defeat in the 2008 Euro. Besides, the lost is a mere single goal conceded by a poodle head while the German defense was down at a split second. Kudos to Spain for the awesome play though. I don't and won't deny that Spain has indeed matured much from a so-so team back in the 90s. They are now one of the best. They played very well last night/this morning. Their attacks were just so breath-taking, forcing all the German fans to break into cold sweat. This might be why the Germans flopped. They panicked, too. I really would agree that Germany lost their usual confidence and fumbled. It wasn't the German team I know. One unfortunate loss. At the wrong time. Congrats to the winners and may the German team press on further for their last game. The Germans certainly won much of our respect as they stepped down from the World Cup race. They congratulated Spain and encouraged their opponent in the coming match. This is what I would call, awesome sportsmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was their skills that brought them to this stage. It's the team spirit that binds the team so closely to create magic on the pitch. Germany deserves their current spot in the World Cup and will progress further in time to come when these young fellows mature into great football players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sports is not about winning or losing. Rather, it's the friendship and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TDa8Si0lreI/AAAAAAAAFBE/RhPrPzITEPI/s1600/wc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TDa8Si0lreI/AAAAAAAAFBE/RhPrPzITEPI/s400/wc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491783822395944418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-1096295059041797058?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1096295059041797058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1096295059041797058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1096295059041797058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1096295059041797058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/07/sportsmanship.html' title='sportsmanship'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/TDa8Si0lreI/AAAAAAAAFBE/RhPrPzITEPI/s72-c/wc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8338591643355152163</id><published>2010-06-08T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:19:33.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood eggcitement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;It's been 15 years since I got my first wall poster. Heehee. Oh God, I'm that old already...:\ Well anyways, I remember that it was given as part of a new movie premiere. HOW COOL IS THAT?! Attending a movie premiere when I was what....8 years old?! So ok, you know when you are young you can't really watch that many shows that are rated 'G', even 'PG' movies are not encouraged. So, I could only watch things like, say perhaps, Lion King and some other Disney movies...LIKE TOY STORY! And you know what? My favourite character of all times is still Mr. Potato Head! He is just so adorable and he's changeable to your likings, I've always wanted those toys and my mom got me a power ranger instead saying that the smaller parts of the potato head will choke the crap out of me! Sigh. I've always thought that Mr. Potato Head is so versatile! He can be there with you when you are sad with his sad face, telling you that you are not alone, and can smile with you when the days are going so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, relating back to the movie, I absolutely adore Mr. Potato Head's accent in the show! It compliments his character and also his rather hot temper! Heeheee. He reminds me of those grumpy grandfather, minus the beard and the white hair. And you know whats the best thing about him?! He's sarcastic! HAHA! Who doesn't love a tinge of sarcasm at certain points in life? LOL! Spicy. So anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story has garnered huge success since it's premiere 15 years ago and today, it's gonna bring that same sweet saccharine childhood memories back into your life...IN TOY STORY 3! Kinda reminds you to slow down in life and take a breather...here's the little spoiler about the show, well, just before you watch the real deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The creators of the beloved “Toy Story” films re-open the toy box  and bring moviegoers back to the delightful world of Woody, Buzz and our  favourite gang of toy characters in &lt;strong&gt;TOY STORY 3&lt;/strong&gt;. Woody  and Buzz have accepted that their owner Andy would grow up someday, but  what happens when that day arrives?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In  the third instalment, Andy is preparing to depart for college, leaving  his loyal toys troubled about their uncertain future. Lee Unkrich  (co-director of “Toy Story 2” and “Finding Nemo”) directs this highly  anticipated film, and Michael Amdt, the Academy Award-winning  screenwriter of “Little Miss Sunshine,” brings his unique talents and  comedic sensibilities to the proceedings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/disneystudiosSG#%21/disneystudiosSG?v=wall" target="_blank"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGJ5vVAmDIw&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGJ5vVAmDIw&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If trailer does  not show, please help yourself by watching it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/disneystudiossg#p/u/13/cPzfGP1rw6Q" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the trailer excites a certain part of us already! What more about the actual movie itself?! *wiggle eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And so I was saying, I love the Mr. Potato Head right, so naturally, I love the various scenes when he appears with his Mrs. counterpart! They are really cute together, just like some middle age couple...heehee. I love it when she touched Twitch, that insectaloid warrior (man+insect) toy! Haha. Reminds me of Desperate Housewives.  And check out her rather lil girl flushed excitement! Totally to die for. Did you see Mr. Potato Head's react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ions? *Flex muscles fail* Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I end this...remember to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catch Toy Story 3 Movie starting from  17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; June 2010 and join the official&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/disneystudiosSG#%21/disneystudiosSG?v=wall" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/disneystudiosSG" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;  page!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-8338591643355152163?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8338591643355152163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8338591643355152163&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8338591643355152163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8338591643355152163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/06/childhood-eggcitement.html' title='childhood eggcitement!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-2507740470257683986</id><published>2010-05-27T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:41:14.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO YEAR 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S_3AcdwPQ8I/AAAAAAAAE9U/8P-h_yekRRw/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S_3AcdwPQ8I/AAAAAAAAE9U/8P-h_yekRRw/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475744317208216514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;all glory be to God.&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-2507740470257683986?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/2507740470257683986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=2507740470257683986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/2507740470257683986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/2507740470257683986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-year-4.html' title='HELLO YEAR 4!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S_3AcdwPQ8I/AAAAAAAAE9U/8P-h_yekRRw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-2918919426227289070</id><published>2010-05-26T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:34:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCoQFks_9ew&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCoQFks_9ew&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;The last time I posted this, it was in the old iluvcris blog. I remember posting a few MTVs of this song made by the fans of Goong and you were commenting about which one you loved the best. We had the same favourite. Coincidence, I don't know. Few years down the road, I decided to rewatch this show online. The same sweetness floats back into my head, only this time, there's bitterness in it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-2918919426227289070?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/2918919426227289070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=2918919426227289070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/2918919426227289070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/2918919426227289070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/05/perhaps-love.html' title='Perhaps Love'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-854845010232431656</id><published>2010-05-26T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:17:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S_yEYDO6aPI/AAAAAAAAE9M/oJYdFocdl_I/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S_yEYDO6aPI/AAAAAAAAE9M/oJYdFocdl_I/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475396795695261938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;woohoo. first race/marathon sign up for 2010. I feel so unfit this year so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-854845010232431656?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/854845010232431656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=854845010232431656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/854845010232431656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/854845010232431656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/05/marathon.html' title='marathon'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S_yEYDO6aPI/AAAAAAAAE9M/oJYdFocdl_I/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-480433400726309496</id><published>2010-05-18T10:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:14:26.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me save you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I've always dream of turning back time and travelling on a time travel machine, since that day I saw that Michael Fox film, Back to the Future. I know, it's just a great big fantasy, but hey, it takes a person with great dreams to accomplish big stuff k! Airplanes were created based on the Wright's Brothers' fantasies of Man flying...and they did it! They helped Mankind accomplish that task! And now, we have them to thank for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going back to the subject of turning back time, if I had a dagger that could bring me back in time, I wish I could go back to the day when President Abraham Lincoln was shot. From historical records, he was a great man with great integrity. He ended slavery in America and fought bravely in the American Civil War and several others. He restored integrity and pride within the slaves and ended the war among the people, such a great man! Life is indeed unfair, God takes away the best people at a rather young age, Abraham was just 56 when he died, imagine if he'd lived to the age of 90+ like the late Mr. Goh Keng Swee, MM Lee Kuan Yew, etc! America might have prospered more than it had back then! Hence, saving him from the bullet and the death might be a good deed for the Americans, ain't it? Heh. And that dagger might just save and protect Mr. Lincoln from death. Double usage! So sometimes duncha wish you had a dagger like thaaaaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, if y'all would like to continue with that dagger fantasy, here's a movie that might fulfill your needs! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis of the movie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the team that brought the “Pirates of the Caribbean”  trilogy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the big screen, Walt Disney  Pictures and Jerry Bruckheimer Films present PRINCE OF PERSIA: THE SANDS  OF TIME, an epic action-adventure set in the mystical lands of Persia. A  rogue prince &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(JAKE GYLLENHAAL...YAYYYYY!)&lt;/span&gt; reluctantly joins forces with a  mysterious princess (GEMMA ARTERTON) and together, they race against  dark forces to safeguard an ancient dagger capable of releasing the  Sands of Time—a gift from the gods that can reverse time and allow its  possessor to rule the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img style="" title="pic2" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/pic2.jpg" alt="pic2" height="388" width="599" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture credited to nuffnang/prince of persia, the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directed by Mike Newell (“Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”)  with a cast that includes SIR BEN KINGSLEY and ALFRED MOLINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(THE FINEST CAST COMBINATIONNNN!~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:century gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWkW4iuWyXA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWkW4iuWyXA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Official Website: Click &lt;a href="http://home.disney.com.sg/movies/princeofpersia/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Tempting huh? LOL...&lt;strong&gt;well, you can catch Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time Movie starting from  27&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;May 2010 and join the official &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/disneystudiosSG" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/disneystudiosSG" target="_blank"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;  page!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 40px; border: medium none; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-480433400726309496?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/480433400726309496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=480433400726309496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/480433400726309496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/480433400726309496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-me-save-you.html' title='let me save you!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6496841109912246348</id><published>2010-05-16T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:04:49.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet wild honey...mmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Recently, I've heard so much about this local all-day breakkie restaurant/bistro called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildhoney.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WILD HONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, located at Mandarin Gallery, a fair share of good and bad reviews, and hence decided to make a trip down to check it out for myself. Brought Ftang along with me since we both finished our papers and needed a mini celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite skeptical about the place as there were quite a bunch of bad reviews online about the service and food quality. But whatever. We went ahead with it. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILD HONEY&lt;/span&gt; didn't fail to impress us. The decor was awesome, the service was warm and the ambience was just nice. Had quite a hard time choosing what we wanted to nom since everything on the menu looked SO GOOD. We finally settled on a Tunisian Set and a steak sandwich. I had a hot cinnamon honey tea to go with my set while Ftang ordered a sweet grapefruit and honey concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z60jq2zI/AAAAAAAAE8k/SZmaDbYsW18/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z60jq2zI/AAAAAAAAE8k/SZmaDbYsW18/s400/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860264144657202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z6TLm3NI/AAAAAAAAE8c/sEEu9PYb1ZA/s1600/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z6TLm3NI/AAAAAAAAE8c/sEEu9PYb1ZA/s400/blog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860255185362130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly describe the excitement I felt when all the food was served right in front of us! The sizzling pan, the aroma of the authentic and tantalising tomato sauce with 2 sunny side ups drenching the European sausage pieces, and the juiciness of the steak from the sandwich. Mmmmmmmm...ohhh-la-laaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on...and on...and on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_6Xb12YYI/AAAAAAAAE80/l_LDLY7AOOo/s1600/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_6Xb12YYI/AAAAAAAAE80/l_LDLY7AOOo/s400/blog4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471867352795996546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;This cinnamon vanilla honey tea is a MUST-HAVE for all you cinnamon lovers! It's so rich in cinnamon taste and honey, and it's said by the boss to cure the nastiest cold. (: How amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z5maU3wI/AAAAAAAAE8M/Rw4-m7KHBkY/s1600/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z5maU3wI/AAAAAAAAE8M/Rw4-m7KHBkY/s400/blog5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860243167502082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we were so stuffed that we swear we couldn't take in anything else after the pampering meal. As we walked out, the friendly staff and boss bade us goodbye. Such a lovely place with lovely people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_0jbPkrCI/AAAAAAAAE8s/SLvOpBdvduI/s1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_0jbPkrCI/AAAAAAAAE8s/SLvOpBdvduI/s400/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860961724116002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went round shopping for some items I've always wanted to buy at Far East Plaza. Ftang couldn't resist the temptations as well. We each bagged wedges and clothes before leaving the mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day with some sweet treats from Swenson's since both of us weren't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z47tgUZI/AAAAAAAAE8E/GTOeSDkM3WE/s1600/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z47tgUZI/AAAAAAAAE8E/GTOeSDkM3WE/s400/blog6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471860231705219474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was an awesome day of gossips, catch-ups and fun. Definitely looking forward to another outing as such! Will definitely do Wild Honey again soon. (: Aw man, its another 61 days to Taiwan! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-6496841109912246348?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6496841109912246348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6496841109912246348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6496841109912246348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6496841109912246348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-wild-honeymmm.html' title='sweet wild honey...mmm'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-_z60jq2zI/AAAAAAAAE8k/SZmaDbYsW18/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4820965349620699229</id><published>2010-05-14T10:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:14:14.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Subconscious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-zJKC1IgAI/AAAAAAAAE70/ZHZzqtX_LRM/s1600/P+653bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-zJKC1IgAI/AAAAAAAAE70/ZHZzqtX_LRM/s400/P+653bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470968821743910914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;rene magritte, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the false mirror&lt;/span&gt;, 1928&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Surrealism was formed based on the theory of the subconscious mind derived by Sigmund Freud. Dali, Magritte, de Chirico and many others all adopted this theory into their work, and gotten much of their masterpieces painted. Goya, though not a part of this crazy but beautiful period of art history, painted his well-known work – Saturn Devouring His Child based on his subconscious yet sick mind. So I really believe that the wickedness of this aspect in our minds can lead us to do and think about some of the weirdest shit in the world. Ok, I’m not working on a Surrealism theory essay now. But there’s just something that’s bugging me much that I can’t seem to comprehend and take control of. You got it, my subconscious mind. Ok. I may not be as capable as those names mentioned above, but I can blog about it tho. See, lately, I’ve been having all these weird dreams, and I’ve been seeing people that I don’t really want to see in the real world appearing out of nowhere in that dreamscape. Strangers whom I’ve never met but will meet in the future pop out and interact with me. And woah, we seem to be longtime friends in that brief moment while it lasted. And hey, I’m not exaggerating one bit over here. So…I’m guessing that suppressed emotions can lead to very unhealthy dreams. The more I force myself to look away from all those bastards and bitches in my life, the more I’d see those terrible people in my dreams. Damn. Hence it’s really no wonder that artists sometimes paint all those sick works. Maybe I should start painting again, and prolly till then I’ll feel a tad bit better. Or maybe…I could do what Rene Magritte did, sleep for 2 hours then wake up and prolly stay awake for a good 3 hours before falling back to sleep for another 2 hours. By then, I can paint all my heartfelt suppressed emotions into awesome artworks while I’m awake! How nice. Mkay. I should go do some decent work now. I’ll prolly be back when I feel myself floating into the Surrealism realm again. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;“ The unconscious mind is a reservoir of feelings, thoughts, urges, and memories that outside of our conscious awareness. According to Freud, the unconscious continues to influence our behavior and experience, even though we are unaware of these underlying influences. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Rene Magritte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-4820965349620699229?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4820965349620699229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4820965349620699229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4820965349620699229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4820965349620699229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/05/subconscious.html' title='The Subconscious'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-zJKC1IgAI/AAAAAAAAE70/ZHZzqtX_LRM/s72-c/P+653bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6758428324166660826</id><published>2010-05-06T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T01:00:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm walking on sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-LnsvH8b5I/AAAAAAAAE7s/sKYx70gMWy0/s1600/sunlight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-LnsvH8b5I/AAAAAAAAE7s/sKYx70gMWy0/s400/sunlight2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468187653331251090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Been treating myself really well these days. The retail therapy, movies and the awesome food places that I'd visited this week had been the best things I've enjoyed so far in these few months. Bought, dresses, cardigans, shoes and going to restaurants that are rather expensive...haha. Woo~ I feel gooooooood! But I guess my "freedom" will end v soon as internship takes over my summer break. (: Looking forward tho! Really wanna see how things are like in the working world and learn some stuff. And hey, who knows, I may get to know some awesome people who will provide me with endless freelance jobs to do while I'm interning! *kaching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyways, before I end this rather short and pointless entry, I wanna say, I love this pic. Kbye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/964070568530937586-6758428324166660826?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6758428324166660826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6758428324166660826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6758428324166660826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6758428324166660826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-walking-on-sunshine.html' title='I&apos;m walking on sunshine'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S-LnsvH8b5I/AAAAAAAAE7s/sKYx70gMWy0/s72-c/sunlight2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8137262615919291195</id><published>2010-05-03T05:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T05:57:36.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>伴</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S93sezjJToI/AAAAAAAAE60/be7uOIgu13U/s1600/lilme-pola2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S93sezjJToI/AAAAAAAAE60/be7uOIgu13U/s400/lilme-pola2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785536675499650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得上一次，以中文写下感想的时候，已经是很久很久以前了。那时侯，心的伤口还隐隐作痛。说伤口已完完整整的好了，是骗人的。但痛已经慢慢的消失了，而我，也变得比以前坚强许多，开心多了。这几次，上网查阅facebook时，看见很多很多的朋友快结婚生子，心里的伤又开始开了一些，心里想，有个伴儿该多好啊！但我知，“爱要耐心等待，仔细寻找，感觉很重要，宁可空白了手，等候一次真心的拥抱。我相信在这个世界上一定会遇到对的人出现在眼角。”， 所以拼了命地告诉自己，暂时独自一人并没什么大不了的，至少多了一些时间给自己，充实自己，爱自己。最近看了一踪报道，一名少女为爱跳楼身亡， 少女长得很标志，充满了才华，拥有无限的未来，但她选择以死了了心中的哀与伤。当时，似乎看见六个多曰以前的我，眼前的未来似乎变得好模糊，周围也只充满了泪与血，心完全死了，脑袋也似乎停止操作。哎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这几个月，学会了朋友的可贵，家人的重要。也学会了重新去爱，爱家人，爱朋友。恨还是存在的。不过麻痹的心，似乎慢慢地掩盖着痛，慢慢地接受世界其余的美。在此，虽然希望能早日找到那对的人，不过，一个人的静，有时侯真的比什么都好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;学会放下，学会接受，与学会人生的酸甜苦辣，有时侯真的真的很难。但人生总不是一个人走着的，有时打开双眼，周边支持着你的人，真的很多。。。很多。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-8137262615919291195?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8137262615919291195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8137262615919291195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8137262615919291195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8137262615919291195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='伴'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S93sezjJToI/AAAAAAAAE60/be7uOIgu13U/s72-c/lilme-pola2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7433230988276982917</id><published>2010-04-30T01:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T03:44:07.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 examination preparation tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Studying for exams and papers can be such great pain, especially if you're really not into the subject(s). You're tempted by the 10000000000000000001 things in your room but not your notes. As the words hit you, you feel your eyelids shutting really slowly, like a slow mo film.  I remember I once did an entry on how to make studying and mugging a lil more enjoyable, but since then I lost that entry and hence I decided to make this new one on how to study well for your papers. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND SOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE SOME GREAT TIPS TO PREPARE YOU FOR DOOMSDAY(S):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIP #1: RID OFF ALL FORMS OF DISTRACTIONS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;be it your phone/guitar/bed/gf/bf/soft toys/parents/bed/pet dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nFTFhDfZI/AAAAAAAAE6E/xE1XgN22p_8/s1600/blog1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nFTFhDfZI/AAAAAAAAE6E/xE1XgN22p_8/s400/blog1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465616554479811986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;They hinder your ability to perform beyond  your capabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Once you're done with it, you'd note that your surrounding's much emptier than usual. Proceed to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIP #2: Prepare a HIGHLIGHTER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even if it means ransacking through your siblings' possessions for one, JUST FIND ONE. If one is not enough, get more. The more colourful-ly your notes are, the more vibrant your mood becomes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEdhN-a3I/AAAAAAAAE50/w73DtdNtxDg/s1600/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEdhN-a3I/AAAAAAAAE50/w73DtdNtxDg/s400/blog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465615634203044722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Highlighting certain lines in your notes can  enhance your studying experiences. Well, at least you know what are the  important points from the blablablablabla~s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;So now that you've got a highlighter, you'd realise that it's tip is much TOO fat to be written on, well, unless you don't really care then...you may skip to tip #4, otherwise, go to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIP #3: Find some colour pens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They aren't that expensive if you buy those super cheapo ones. Like highlighters, the more the merrier. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEdOVwDcI/AAAAAAAAE5s/fpte3BHozhA/s1600/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEdOVwDcI/AAAAAAAAE5s/fpte3BHozhA/s400/blog4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465615629135384002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Colour pens make people feel happy. Well, at  least, your notes aren't black and white and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bleurgh&lt;/span&gt; anymore! YAY! It's  colourful and nice and...happy! Even if your handwriting sucks, well,  at least they serve as a form of art beside your boring and lengthy notes. Not bad, huh? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Well then, after you've gotten the essential stationery, get your butts down on your seats and get prepared to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIP#4:  Drown yourselves in those notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's just like alice in wonderland. once you're done fighting with the queen of hearts, in this case, memorising those notes into your heart and soul, you're free to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEc-HrrnI/AAAAAAAAE5k/FpV96sbIF1U/s1600/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEc-HrrnI/AAAAAAAAE5k/FpV96sbIF1U/s400/blog5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465615624781409906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember not to die in the middle of it all, well if you do...try,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIP #5: Prepare some candies to wake yourself up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;buy your fav. candies! or those that are so nasty that it works just like a redbull to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEcPDSovI/AAAAAAAAE5c/pbhi9QfCvbY/s1600/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEcPDSovI/AAAAAAAAE5c/pbhi9QfCvbY/s400/blog6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465615612146524914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, you can try to do stupid things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Giving yourself some fake tattoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nFTWuU1uI/AAAAAAAAE6M/prQElKG2AYw/s1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nFTWuU1uI/AAAAAAAAE6M/prQElKG2AYw/s400/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465616559098877666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR...&lt;br /&gt;2. play &lt;a href="http://games.adultswim.com/robot-unicorn-attack-twitchy-online-game.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROBOT UNICORN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to relief some stress before you go on..it can be really therapeutic. Just don't hit any stars along the way and make sure you bang some fairies, they give you more points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nG_i-sRGI/AAAAAAAAE6U/JbSdaHIbggw/s1600/unicorn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nG_i-sRGI/AAAAAAAAE6U/JbSdaHIbggw/s400/unicorn5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465618417814619234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEb8WaQXI/AAAAAAAAE5U/82gUIdLqM4Q/s1600/unicorn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nEb8WaQXI/AAAAAAAAE5U/82gUIdLqM4Q/s400/unicorn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465615607126442354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDhEuPlBI/AAAAAAAAE5M/RUqgnNJ8qVU/s1600/unicorn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDhEuPlBI/AAAAAAAAE5M/RUqgnNJ8qVU/s400/unicorn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465614595761607698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDgiCC9pI/AAAAAAAAE5E/K3qea7B8_CE/s1600/unicorn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDgiCC9pI/AAAAAAAAE5E/K3qea7B8_CE/s400/unicorn4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465614586449426066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDf0ucTuI/AAAAAAAAE48/L5ADNsi4ZKY/s1600/super+high+score.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDf0ucTuI/AAAAAAAAE48/L5ADNsi4ZKY/s400/super+high+score.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465614574287605474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you're more or less happy with your high scores, GET BACK TO WORK, DUMMIES! Not much time left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, don't forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIP #6: Get enough sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDfodMYiI/AAAAAAAAE40/akiy0lo-QsQ/s1600/blog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDfodMYiI/AAAAAAAAE40/akiy0lo-QsQ/s400/blog7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465614570994033186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of students these days think that they are supermen and women, otherwise think that they are running for presidency to take over Obama or Nathan. Don't be stupid. Sleep enough because your brains need some rest to absorb stuff. No point going into an examination hall feeling sleepy and doze off while you're writing. That scene is not very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9ngjAjf-dI/AAAAAAAAE6c/2QbAnhjrNLA/s1600/Photo+85-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9ngjAjf-dI/AAAAAAAAE6c/2QbAnhjrNLA/s400/Photo+85-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465646514839747026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;you wouldn't want to wear out halfway through, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so now that you're done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nFSXKpwRI/AAAAAAAAE58/Exi-8Ui-ArQ/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nFSXKpwRI/AAAAAAAAE58/Exi-8Ui-ArQ/s400/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465616542037819666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDfK60FDI/AAAAAAAAE4s/Uennpq159O0/s1600/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nDfK60FDI/AAAAAAAAE4s/Uennpq159O0/s400/blog8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465614563065205810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ace your papers, kiddos! GOOD LUCK and may the power of Bodhisattva, Gautama, Mother Mary, robot unicorn and all the Shivas combined be with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 279px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1kf9mh0Eb1qzwyfio1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-7433230988276982917?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7433230988276982917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7433230988276982917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7433230988276982917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7433230988276982917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-examination-preparation-tips.html' title='6 examination preparation tips'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S9nFTFhDfZI/AAAAAAAAE6E/xE1XgN22p_8/s72-c/blog1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-513824708494488671</id><published>2010-04-22T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:12:41.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou LORD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;6 months ago, I was literally walking face down, with my face scrapping the bloody rocky pavement I was walking on. Time just passed me by like...wind. Basically, what I wanna say is that, much of my achievements today, since 6 months ago, was through the Grace of God. I guess I wouldn't have survived if He didn't bless me with opportunities and great people along the way. Sure, I do grumble at times, but, looking back, I think my life was quite an incredible journey. Heh. Well, anyways, I just finished a crit this morn and another exhibition just now in the evening. All's well. Glad that God saw me through these assignments and shit. And also, my parents and supportive friends. I guess without these people, I won't be where I am today. So THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just in case you guys who've missed the exhibition today, or who wants to know what the heck I was working on, here are the updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This was the 1st graphic design project I did, called SYSTEMS - CONFESSION OF A DIETER.&lt;br /&gt;From my art blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you'd visited my diet site, you'd prolly know what this is all about.  Well, if you didn't know what's happening, basically I just put myself  thru 3 weeks of 3 different diets. Almost died along the way. Eheehee!  But well, everything turned out well! So I made this entire diet journey  and process into punch cards and a book. Included other stuff in the  book as well! Things like interviews of people who went thru different  diets, recipes, tips on dieting, risks of dieting and even what to and  not to eat while dieting! It was really an exciting journey researching  on this topic! Never knew dieting could be such a big thing! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6Db88vzSTI/AAAAAAAAE1E/sauseiNRMXU/s1600-h/P1020339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6Db88vzSTI/AAAAAAAAE1E/sauseiNRMXU/s400/P1020339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449597389263554866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6DbGN_TX9I/AAAAAAAAE08/bAsVfLGSAUY/s1600-h/P1020378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6DbGN_TX9I/AAAAAAAAE08/bAsVfLGSAUY/s400/P1020378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449596448999170002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6DbFRo1x8I/AAAAAAAAE00/AKuZs2U9cW8/s1600-h/P1020397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6DbFRo1x8I/AAAAAAAAE00/AKuZs2U9cW8/s400/P1020397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449596432798828482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had  it displayed in my school's gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6DbFFGQFbI/AAAAAAAAE0s/Xk7aGg6eMME/s1600-h/P1020411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6DbFFGQFbI/AAAAAAAAE0s/Xk7aGg6eMME/s400/P1020411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449596429432526258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6DbEoS4YAI/AAAAAAAAE0k/MGT18cMfLko/s1600-h/P1020416%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6DbEoS4YAI/AAAAAAAAE0k/MGT18cMfLko/s400/P1020416%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449596421700870146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do  you like it? Personally I thought it was fun making the book. Heh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did an animation, a stop motion piece to be exact. Enjoy it here. It's called "Dictionary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4yvB0zbx2ZY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4yvB0zbx2ZY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both projects have been a test of endurance. I pulled through. I survived and glory be to God.&lt;br /&gt;MORE GREAT WORKS AHEAD! FYP2010/11!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-513824708494488671?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/513824708494488671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=513824708494488671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/513824708494488671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/513824708494488671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/thankyou-lord.html' title='Thankyou LORD!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6Db88vzSTI/AAAAAAAAE1E/sauseiNRMXU/s72-c/P1020339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-654521897250984956</id><published>2010-04-19T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:06:18.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I think I'm very mean to my dad ):&lt;br /&gt;Sorry pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-654521897250984956?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/654521897250984956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=654521897250984956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/654521897250984956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/654521897250984956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8915004876710210491</id><published>2010-04-19T04:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:26:09.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will I be seeing you in taiwan in july? (((;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I remember the time before I moved over to iluvcris.bs, I was in a total dilemma. I couldn't decide on a name. Back then, pseudo blog names were IN, eg. Xiaxue, the-miracle-season, blablabla, you know, names that aren't your real names. Unlike now, where using one's real name IS cool. :\ Well, ok, so, back then I really really liked Cristiano Ronaldo and a little lesser towards Torres, and so I was deciding between iluvcris or iluvtorres, well, eventually settled with the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8txxSG4kyI/AAAAAAAAE4c/cXibnhicjA8/s1600/cristianoRonaldo-fauxhawkMullet+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8txxSG4kyI/AAAAAAAAE4c/cXibnhicjA8/s400/cristianoRonaldo-fauxhawkMullet+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461584064605098786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok, he' doesn't look that good over here...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So point of this entry is...I found someone who looks quite like him! And he's HALF A CHINESE! Well, to be exact, half a Taiwanese and half a British. *dingding* And he's just as good looking. Ha!! Well, before I zoom in to how awesomely cute this fellow is, let me ask a question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does God really make Eurasians so much more good-looking than non Eurasians? )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have proooooofs!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now, everyone, look at Daniel Henney below. He's half an American and half a Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twRBqmcBI/AAAAAAAAE4U/Th13B__JzTo/s1600/danielhenny+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twRBqmcBI/AAAAAAAAE4U/Th13B__JzTo/s400/danielhenny+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461582410924060690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Maggie Q. She's Viet/Irish/Canadian/French/Polish mix. Gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twQzEoD8I/AAAAAAAAE4M/f5aCsYk5eHg/s1600/mq+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twQzEoD8I/AAAAAAAAE4M/f5aCsYk5eHg/s400/mq+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461582407006687170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our dear local. Michelle Saram. She's half a Chinese and the other half belongs to the Indian heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twQrxbNvI/AAAAAAAAE4E/TGG2WpA7OLM/s1600/michellesaram+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twQrxbNvI/AAAAAAAAE4E/TGG2WpA7OLM/s400/michellesaram+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461582405047105266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my point?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's our dear Rhydian Vaughan! Who happens to be half a Taiwanese and half a British. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twP_wlFAI/AAAAAAAAE38/_0tgFXVbDt0/s1600/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twP_wlFAI/AAAAAAAAE38/_0tgFXVbDt0/s400/Picture+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461582393232397314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Cristiano again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8txxSG4kyI/AAAAAAAAE4c/cXibnhicjA8/s1600/cristianoRonaldo-fauxhawkMullet+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8txxSG4kyI/AAAAAAAAE4c/cXibnhicjA8/s400/cristianoRonaldo-fauxhawkMullet+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461584064605098786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think they look quite similar? (:&lt;br /&gt;So ok. I'm going to Taiwan in July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL I GET TO SEE HIM SOMEWHEREEEEE WHILE I'M THERE? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twPl8jsFI/AAAAAAAAE30/U4fzBL8RQw8/s1600/Rhyd2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8twPl8jsFI/AAAAAAAAE30/U4fzBL8RQw8/s400/Rhyd2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461582386303316050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww~&lt;br /&gt;that same innocent expression Cris and Rhydian share...&lt;br /&gt;ok wait, before I end....would you pronounce Rhydian as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAIDIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;REEDIAN&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knite ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-8915004876710210491?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8915004876710210491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8915004876710210491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8915004876710210491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8915004876710210491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-i-be-seeing-you-in-taiwan-in-july.html' title='will I be seeing you in taiwan in july? (((;'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8txxSG4kyI/AAAAAAAAE4c/cXibnhicjA8/s72-c/cristianoRonaldo-fauxhawkMullet+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1549074974881181838</id><published>2010-04-18T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:11:20.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet nothings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I felt a sudden sense of melancholy right before I started this post. No idea why. I guess it's prolly due to the fact that most of my head banging assignments and projects are almost done, and well, I'm feeling a lil empty inside. Found a few sweet sweet quotes online while I was doing a random surf. But I guess, these are too sweet for me now as compared to the past. Lol. This might be what they call - "heart-hardening syndrome". After sifting through a pile of them, I guess I should just settle with this one...(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGFZSzkeI/AAAAAAAAE3k/9Lt7_TF-WRY/s1600/2616c4f5a1c6e9e7_2d9ea0z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGFZSzkeI/AAAAAAAAE3k/9Lt7_TF-WRY/s400/2616c4f5a1c6e9e7_2d9ea0z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461395294131556834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago, I did a photography shoot for my chocolate catalog.&lt;br /&gt;This one caught my attention so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGEx45jrI/AAAAAAAAE3c/KFaOVS6_HsM/s1600/kissables+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGEx45jrI/AAAAAAAAE3c/KFaOVS6_HsM/s400/kissables+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461395283553914546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other random angles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGDw1c4bI/AAAAAAAAE3U/7ZPi0XxxDnc/s1600/butt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGDw1c4bI/AAAAAAAAE3U/7ZPi0XxxDnc/s400/butt.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461395266091147698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGC67phDI/AAAAAAAAE3M/L90CvVOK0z4/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGC67phDI/AAAAAAAAE3M/L90CvVOK0z4/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461395251621626930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before I go...here's something quite close to my heart, right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGFgVb_yI/AAAAAAAAE3s/gxxfriFqBQc/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGFgVb_yI/AAAAAAAAE3s/gxxfriFqBQc/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461395296021643042" 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/964070568530937586-1549074974881181838?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1549074974881181838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1549074974881181838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1549074974881181838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1549074974881181838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-nothings.html' title='sweet nothings'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S8rGFZSzkeI/AAAAAAAAE3k/9Lt7_TF-WRY/s72-c/2616c4f5a1c6e9e7_2d9ea0z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1590627723283694485</id><published>2010-04-17T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:44:18.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Sometimes, mothers can be such a pain in the neck while being ridiculously funny. And I mean funny in a rather sarcastic and cynical manner. Take for example, mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was rather quiet when there wasn't a soul except for mine. and so I left my room door open, which I normally don't. I hate the idea of anyone peering in. I hate eyes on me when I'm doing work. It's irritating. My mom, on the other hand, LOVES to peer into my room and KPO on what I'm doing. Hate that. Can't have any privacy. Then again, she will stress that there's nothing called privacy in the premises of the house. Yeah right. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents came home. I left my door open still, because I was rather lazy to move. However, my mom kept walking back and forth my door and she couldn't stop peering in every single time she passes it, which I'm not very comfortable with. And I went on to close the door, make sense right? She started yelling at me saying I'm rude and blablablablabla. She then went on to scream in my dad's face saying that I'm treating them like aliens and not respecting them. Like what?! I just hate the idea of people peering into my room and it's not the very first time that I close the room door while both my parents are around. In fact, I close them ALL THE BLOODY TIME. Oh sweet mother mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, after 20 minutes, she is still yelling.&lt;br /&gt;Oh jesus christ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-1590627723283694485?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1590627723283694485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1590627723283694485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1590627723283694485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1590627723283694485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/mothers.html' title='mothers'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-639437946686498955</id><published>2010-04-12T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:35:43.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg. i think i'm overworked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I've done over 40 pages of this pink book that I'm supposed to finish with another team mate. Did like over 5 pages for another supposed "group work" book, which only has like 8 pages...I did a poster, finish shooting my stop motion piece which consist of 600 over frames/pictures...now on to editing. Finished my chocolate catalog, but not very proud of it, because it's just....something I whipped up within 5-8 hours? Yeah. And I finished all these within a span of Saturday AND Sunday. I'm supposed to do 3 logos for my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so overworked before.&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I need my break...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAO&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/964070568530937586-639437946686498955?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/639437946686498955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=639437946686498955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/639437946686498955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/639437946686498955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/omg-i-think-im-overworked.html' title='omg. i think i&apos;m overworked.'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7693821127987419955</id><published>2010-04-07T01:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:15:04.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leopards never change their spots, which is why they are so boomz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;EDIT: ok you know what, I think I should just leave things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;I mean you can't exactly change much with words, especially with someone who's already been like that for all his life.&lt;br /&gt;Since leopards can't change their spots... :\&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ftang came over to help me with my stop motion project on Friday! (; Was quite a good session. Productive! *thumbsup* hopefully, that'll be the highlight of my entire year 2 and 3 time spent here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was just...projects projects and more projects. Maybe a lil Simpson's and movies along the way. I has a sadz lifez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sunday, my French friend, L, decided to meet up with me for a dinner session and some catching up. Decided to invite her to this dinner cum drinking session my other peers and I had planned a few days before. Ashtray, being one of the organisers, brought his US pretty friend over as well. Had some great time @ Harry's before moving on to the New Asia Bar. Pics are up on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time catching up with the rest, like Almond, Ashtray and Hulkwannabe. Hopefully we'd get to hang out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so deadlines are nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIKE ALL WITHIN NEXT WEEK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my group mates for 2 projects is having some difficulty in her life now. I hate her boyfriend so much that I could just bitch slap him till he dies in front of me right now. Can you see the link? If you can't, just take it that I just lala-ed in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;More awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'd ever go into advertising because I just can't do designed designs. Or maybe I just need more time to find my talents. Oh fuck. For crying out loud. I'm just not that into corporate shit. Give me more experimental stuff to work on, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to graduate and travel the world. OMG. Can't stand ADM any longer. Wished I'd gone for exchange but I think I wouldn't have made the cut because * gave me Ds and C-s. Like thanks for your generosity, madam. GAH. Germany was awesome, but wish it was longer. Much much longer. Like, prolly for the rest of my ADM life. I wouldn't mind spending it there though expenses are like........cheebabomly high. Gosh. I just can't find inspirations here. Especially with people whom I can't communicate and work with. Sweet mother mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh July, just come RIGHT NOW, thanks. I need my Taiwan NAOOOOOOO.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&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/964070568530937586-7693821127987419955?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7693821127987419955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7693821127987419955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7693821127987419955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7693821127987419955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/leopards-never-change-their-spots-which.html' title='leopards never change their spots, which is why they are so boomz'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1652072835599052541</id><published>2010-04-03T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:12:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And  although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe that  ours didn’t go on forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="attribution"&gt;– Dear John, Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If some lives form a perfect circle, other take shape in ways we  cannot predict or always understand. Loss has been part of my journey.  But it has also shown me what is precious. So has love for which I can  only be grateful.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="attribution"&gt;– Message in a Bottle, Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="attribution"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="attribution"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-1652072835599052541?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1652072835599052541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1652072835599052541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1652072835599052541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1652072835599052541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/04/melancholy.html' title='melancholy'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5339687693046641528</id><published>2010-03-27T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:09:32.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apology letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S63Qbo6VmRI/AAAAAAAAE2E/fLGpNI94OJY/s1600/Picture+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S63Qbo6VmRI/AAAAAAAAE2E/fLGpNI94OJY/s400/Picture+1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453243897072687378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing but self-assurance and defense.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Apology not accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-5339687693046641528?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5339687693046641528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5339687693046641528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5339687693046641528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5339687693046641528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/apology-letter.html' title='apology letter'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S63Qbo6VmRI/AAAAAAAAE2E/fLGpNI94OJY/s72-c/Picture+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4176344529591622981</id><published>2010-03-24T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:08:51.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i haz pink hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6kKXWk0CEI/AAAAAAAAE18/3rz8BScbkcI/s1600-h/Photo+42%283%29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6kKXWk0CEI/AAAAAAAAE18/3rz8BScbkcI/s400/Photo+42%283%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451900220221950018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm here to update about my life. Life is pretty awesome, packed with lots of work, fun and awesome friends. Am approaching the peak of this semester very very soon. OMG. Can't imagine all the work flying in my face. And yeah, should be doing work, now, I know right. But, don't think I can stare at René Magritte any longer. Nor can I think about my stop motion project, 'cause once I start, I can't freaking stop. It's like...my caffeine. And shit man, I have a 12 page catalogue to do. And oh fuck, shit. I think I have lots of shit to settle.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Stop Motion/Book/Poster for Graphic Design IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Chocolate Product 12 Page Catalogue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Designed Experiences Ing-a-Thing Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. GPS Photo Journal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. 2 Process Books for Designed Experiences + Graphic Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. René Magritte presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life...is gonna be so exciting. And my pockets will be so goddamn empty at the end of all these.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So work aside.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Partyworld @ International Plaza with TZW and his friend. OMG spent $34 just on 4 hours of singing. Tsk. But alas, we got to sing after whining much about not being able to go to Kbox. Can't wait for the next one. I'm so sick of school already. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...recently I bought a big bag online. And erm, my diet book was quite a success. Might consider publishing it after graduation. Haha. Oh well. I'm selling some photoframes @ Iluma Shopping Mall right now. It's at level 3, on the left side of the exhibition displays. So if you guys are feeling rich or just feeling bored, please head down to Iluma to show some love, yeah? :* Thankchuibellybellymuch. Erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Ftang not long ago @ Manhatten's. Food was good. Thank goodness I fell sick after that and not before. Had a shitty flu for a week or so. MCed the entire week. Tsk. Hate the virus. Made me miss all my interesting classes in school. Had a pink class today. If you're on my facebook, you might see me updating about colour themed classes every Tuesdays. It's called Designed Experiences, where we learn how to create art experiences for consumers. So this week, or rather today, was PINK DAY and it's my team's turn to organise, which explains my pink/purple wig and scarf. Had it themed as Pink Curtains, with pornography as its skeleton. Go read about pink porno on wiki if you're interested. So anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking type properly now. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go back to my mundane life of assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbyetillthen,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-4176344529591622981?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4176344529591622981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4176344529591622981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4176344529591622981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4176344529591622981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-haz-pink-hair.html' title='i haz pink hair'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6kKXWk0CEI/AAAAAAAAE18/3rz8BScbkcI/s72-c/Photo+42%283%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8633149679543141002</id><published>2010-03-18T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:23:42.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAWSTING HAS UPDATED! ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jawsting.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6JPUNYaYVI/AAAAAAAAE1M/cmc29Hio7zU/s400/updated2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450005707679752530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-8633149679543141002?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8633149679543141002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8633149679543141002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8633149679543141002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8633149679543141002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/jawsting-has-updated-d.html' title='JAWSTING HAS UPDATED! ;D'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S6JPUNYaYVI/AAAAAAAAE1M/cmc29Hio7zU/s72-c/updated2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-366869515433540122</id><published>2010-03-12T02:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:08:20.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to that higher Being...thankyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;It's been real long since I last stepped into church and cell. It feels so rather weird to talk about God again after being on a hiatus and a near breakage of relationship between myself and the higher Being. I don't normally talk about God. Well, if I ever do, it's probably to challenge certain questions unanswered in life and it's mysteries. But in the past, my relationship with the Heavenly Father was rather...OK, till whatever happened 6 months ago. I lost my faith completely and even accuse the religion to be a fake. I was so devastated that nothing could restore my faith in Him. I even went to the extent of dumping my Christianity stuff out of my room and out of my sight. I simply couldn't bring myself to see those things again after what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought God gave up on me ever since that dramatic episode occurred. But then I realise that, He is indeed awesome. Not only did He forgive me for my rash movements, but He gave me a new string of events that restored my faith bit by bit. I'm thankful. And I feel so ashamed of myself for being such a materialistic believer.  Hopefully that will go away slowly as I restore my life in Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that awful event 5-6 months back occurred, I thought I'd lost the world. I was nearly dead, due to the overwhelming emotions and shock. I sob every now and then asking God why good things happen to bad people while the good suffers. I got nothing. I assumed then, that God had disappeared and I started throwing faith away like spoilt milk. And then He started showing mercy by showering me with a slow rise in my cgpa and my virgin A+ in university. He gave me better grades. And He showed me His little angels planted within my social circle, to watch over me whenever I fall. And praise Him, that in His plan, I managed to get into a photography company that I might enjoy working in for a summer internship and I did myself proud by doing an awesome book for a graphic design project that was due today for an exhibition. Praise Him for His Grace that I'm displaying my works in Iluma Shopping Mall from tomorrow onwards. Praise Him for enlightening me that the world doesn't stop when one thorn breaks from a stem of a rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm kinda done with this entry. And once again, I'm grateful that He gave me inner peace and strength to feel stronger in shit situations and to learn how to smile and walk away knowing that all I need is the Love from Him and nothing else matters. Goodnight. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-366869515433540122?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/366869515433540122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=366869515433540122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/366869515433540122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/366869515433540122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-that-higher-beingthankyou.html' title='to that higher Being...thankyou'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7546104379116999146</id><published>2010-03-09T01:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:13:28.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can I quit school nowwww? );</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S5U2zYMO6FI/AAAAAAAAE0U/W5bIzPe9V50/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S5U2zYMO6FI/AAAAAAAAE0U/W5bIzPe9V50/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446319580669470802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Technically speaking, I'm almost done with year 3 and proceeding on to year 4 in university in 1 1/2 months time. But why the hell am I so restless and sick of school?! I should be looking forward to it! Damn. Been working on a graphic design project (whatever the poster abv is advertising for) for the longest time. Today I went to print my work, I didn't really feel good after seeing what I've done. ); But it's been done already, so all I can do is to improve and work on whatever I have. Sigh. Honestly, I have all the fantastic ideas in my head but somehow the production and the final product is usually quite unsatisfying. ); Right now, I just want to graduate and do some things I really want to do like traveling and doing a photo journal business with my partner. IDK. I feel like I'm so talentless as compared to the rest. I feel like...I can't seem to exercise much creativity. T.T HELP! ); Sigh. Just give me my second lower and let me graduate with dignity in time. I'll be glad. Kthnxbai.&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/964070568530937586-7546104379116999146?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7546104379116999146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7546104379116999146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7546104379116999146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7546104379116999146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-quit-school-nowwww.html' title='can I quit school nowwww? );'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S5U2zYMO6FI/AAAAAAAAE0U/W5bIzPe9V50/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5448653314519507494</id><published>2010-03-08T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:06:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruits and more annoying stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;So...recently, my friends and I are into this craze of the annoying orange. So in case you don't know what the heck is the Annoying Orange, well, here's a link to go enlighten yourself. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/realannoyingorange" target="_blank"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok. Thanks to me, all of them are very very VERYYY addicted to this new Youtube sensation, and they're passing this love around. Heh. And we're proudly announcing our love on Facebook! Well, hoping to pass this love around the community. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S5Pg2Y9CmRI/AAAAAAAAE0M/8vvp2dbS8uQ/s1600-h/fruits.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S5Pg2Y9CmRI/AAAAAAAAE0M/8vvp2dbS8uQ/s400/fruits.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445943599437093138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. So go subscribe to this annoying orange channel if you need to be delighted in an irritating way while you're too psyched out by work or school or whatever in life that needs to be chucked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was at a flea market with Jia! No...not to shop, but to sell. Lost our way while we traveled from my place to Scape Youth Park, where the flea market was. Tsk. Ended up taking 1 1/2 hours to get there. Stupid GPSes. -.- So in the end, we reached around 4ish 5 and ended up looking for carparks because none was available nearby. TSK! And scape doesn't provide any...so we turned round and round that area looking for somewhere *cheap* to park. But sad to say, since we were kinda late, we just made do with the one at Cine and railed our stuff from the mall's carpark to Scape, long way and got a lot of stares otw. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold a decent amount of clothes and got a lil bit of money back. Happy. But the sad truth is, we realise that people can be quite gross. Like how? We were selling clothes at DIRT CHEAP PRICES like $2-$5. And some others, ok lar, a lil more expensive because of the material and stuff like that. But some of these customers just can't stop bargaining. Like...HOW CHEAP DO YOU WANNA GO?! $1 FOR A DRESS!? $0.50 FOR A PAIR OF SHORTS?! Goddamnit. Tsk. But well, of course, there are nicer people...like those lil secondary/jc/poly kids who love to shop online. Thank heavens for these people, that I can earn a lil more than what I was with those *cheap* people. Tsk. Well so ok. Closed shop at 10ish pm. Packed up. Walked over to the Cine carpark where we parked. Jia wasn't feeling very well. So...I suggested cabbing home. But she offered to drive me back so ok. Was at the carpark. She lost her car keys. Or rather she thought she'd lost it. We ended up searching for it. Couldn't find. Jia felt so emo. I felt that I should just go home alone...so in the end we packed up again and I pushed my goddamn clothes rack with everything on it to a nearby taxi stand. Shit the bloody shopping/cinema mall. No taxi stand. Walked over to Mandarin Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood at the line. Guess what? We were told that,&lt;br /&gt;"EXCUSE ME, THIS IS ONLY FOR HOTEL GUESTS AR. (DO YOU WANT TO)CALL A CAB?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Is this quality service of Singapore? I'm not a guest, ok, but I need a cab badly and you turn me away?! You call this quality servicing? PUI! This is why the service sector in Singapore is sooo bloody shitty, fucked up and chui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, pissed off, we walked over to Paragon's stand instead. Jia left and I waited, alone. Thank guanyin ma, taxis were flooding the stand and I soon got onto a taxi. And thanks to those nice teens behind the line who offered to help me load my stuff onto the taxi! OMG, don't know who you are, but if you helped this girl with curls in a yellow tube dress at the Paragon taxi stand and if you are reading this, THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! And I love you very very much! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Nothing much happened after that. Oh. My green contacts expired. And I'm having sore eyes. Other than that, nothing really happened. So ok. TIll then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY APPLE!,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-5448653314519507494?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5448653314519507494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5448653314519507494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5448653314519507494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5448653314519507494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/fruits-and-more-annoying-stuff.html' title='fruits and more annoying stuff'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S5Pg2Y9CmRI/AAAAAAAAE0M/8vvp2dbS8uQ/s72-c/fruits.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4245410124359867112</id><published>2010-03-05T21:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:05:37.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red lipstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I've never really noticed red that much before. I mean, ok. I do support Manchester United FC, but that's diff. Red has never been any of my favourite colours until...recently...I think I'm starting to love red. Red is like the new black. Goes with quite a variety of colours. Do you know that red activates your senses to feel hungry, angry and it grabs attention faster than any other colours? This is why the red man is red on your friendly traffic lights. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the fashion world, bright red lipsticks are back in fashion, complimenting dull colour clothes like black, white, grey, etc. In the past, these lipsticks were initially used to enhance the lips when a photo is taken as black and white cameras back then suck so bad that one can look so ghostly and un-human-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/tonigarrn.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently...just recently, I've grown to like red lipsticks and how people look so good with them. I went to google on tips about red lipsticks and how to look good in them!&lt;br /&gt;Below is one I found from &lt;a href="http://beauty.about.com/od/howtos/a/redlips.htm" target="blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red lipstick is a universal classic and has yet to go out of style,  according to the fashion magazines, yet many women assume they can't  wear it. They're wrong. Here we show you how.   &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule No. 1: The secret lies in the rest of your face.&lt;/b&gt; The paler  the skin, the bigger the pop. Go light on the eyes and the blush,  otherwise you’ll risk looking like a clown (Cameron Diaz made this &lt;a href="http://beauty.about.com/od/celebrityhairstyles/ss/goldenglobe07_2.htm" target="blank"&gt;  fatal mistake&lt;/a&gt; at the 2007 Golden Globes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how to do it: Skip  eyeliner and go only for mascara (black for brunettes, brown for  blondes and redheads), making sure to apply to bottom lashes (it opens  up your eyes). Dust face with powder and cheeks with a soft blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/il_430xN117865952.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule No. 2: Line inside of lips &lt;/b&gt; Red lipstick tends to bleed, so  fill in lips with lip liner first, suggests makeup artist Ashunta  Sheriff in the December 2006 issue of Harper's Bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule No. 3: Pick the right color &lt;/b&gt; If your complexion is pink,  you'll look better in plum shades, while girls with yellow tones are  flattered by warmer reds that have a brown base, according to celebrity  makeup artist Jemma Kidd in the December 2005 issue of Harper's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule No. 4: Don't let nails clash &lt;/b&gt; We prefer non-red nail polish  when you're going red on the lips. A clear polish or light color is  cool, and black polish is a trend that shows no sign of going away  anytime soon. If you want to go red on the nails, make sure the color  matches your lips. I strongly feel Essie makes the best nail polishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule No. 5: Blending is in &lt;/b&gt; Few makeup artists stick to one shade  of any lipstick, they tend to blend a few to create the perfect colors.  If you've bought a red lipstick shade that's too bright, dark or  whatever, don't throw it away. Instead, experiment with other lipstick  shades you have on hand to create the perfect shade of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 305px;" src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r246/funk26687/paris-fwss2010-frida-gustavsson.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Frida Gustavsson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I tried picturing myself in bright red lipstick...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll try that one day. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Eheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW, on next Saturday, 13 March 2010, NTU will be having an OPEN HOUSE! So do come down if you can to have a look at the courses and collect some freebies. HEH! Alright...back to my work. #($*&amp;amp;#$&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&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/964070568530937586-4245410124359867112?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4245410124359867112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4245410124359867112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4245410124359867112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4245410124359867112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-little-red-frames.html' title='red lipstick'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8167843885898294289</id><published>2010-03-04T21:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:05:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SWEET JESUS, ITS ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Well in case anyone out there who's reading this doesn't know who the hell I am, hello. My name is Jasmine, people call me Jas, or JAAAAAAAAAS~, or Wong, or whatever your creativity might name me (hmm), and I love orange, black and pink.  Occasionally, red and yellow. Maybe purple and white. Ok. Maybe I love  all the colours in the world. :\ Mmm, I’m a budding artist, graphic designer,  illustrator and whatever my parents want me to be. My professors in  university think I’m not very enlightened, well, in other words saying  I’m not very bright, thank you very much. But I really beg to differ. I  think I have much to offer, but not in the areas of school and work, and  whatever not. But I love design, art and making things, don’t get me  wrong. Just that school bores me half to death. T.T I love photography,  too. I love playing with colours. Which is why my photos look rather odd  half the time, and not like the regular nicely toned photos you see from the camera. &lt;p&gt;One thing about me. I hate conformity to a certain extent. I don't really enjoy working/designing on my laptop. I love to play around with paints,  glues and paper. They make me happy. Then again, I love photoshop. Oh  wait, I’m contradicting myself! *roll eyes* So ok. That kinda proves my  point that I love art, and at the same time, design, but not so much of  the latter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t write much. I don’t write very apt stuff. I don’t like to  write lengthy and intelligent-sounding posts. I hate losing my brain  cells. Which is why I never did well in English when I was in Primary  school through Junior College. Sad, huh? I don’t think I can define  myself as a holy Christian because my faith has been quite unstable over the  years, but well, I do believe that God exist and He died for me. I think He is  indeed awesome and He has blessed me enough for more than I can ask for  so...PRAISE THE LORD! But I stopped going to church due to some personal reasons, and so far, no one really noticed and cared...so yeah. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh, I think I left out the point that I’m a  Singaporean. So in case you don’t know what or where is Singapore, we aren’t part of China, neither are we located near  China. We are a little red dot situated just at the tip of  Malaysia/Thailand/etc. We are located at the South-East Asia area in  case you don’t know where our neighbouring countries are. We have been very much  independent since 1965 when our dear Minister Mentor dropped his  precious tears on National TV. And HALLELUJAH for that great man who  shaped us since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve reach the age of 20 and beyond, so try  guessing how old am I if you don't already know. I’m yellow/tan-skinned. I don’t have  jaundice. I have long dyed coffee/milk brown hair and they are curled at the end. I  am not very tall. Petite would be the word. I tried sports and  they didn’t make me grow another inch. But that doesn’t stop me from  doing sports and running which I love dearly. Hey, maybe you should start  exercising soon if you haven’t! It gives you nice tans and allows you  to lose unnecessary fats stored in the body! Woots. How great. Other  than the fact that you’d get all sweaty and pudgy and you know, smell  like a rotten egg, otherwise, sports is your ticket to a hotter figure.  *whistles*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love to shop, like many other girls. I love to eat, which is why I  get broke before month’s end. I think I have awesome friends. These people went through all the thinning hairlines, onion chopping moments and crazy bitchfits with me. They are seriously the best of the best, why? Because not a lot of people can handle my kinda personality and character. So honestly, you've gotta be one of those nicest soul (like Mother Mary) to accept me for who I really am. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess I’ll just stop here for now. As you can see, I don't really write very coherent things...but yeah, I’ll add on stuff if I can think of  any other thing, otherwise, bless you people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-8167843885898294289?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8167843885898294289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8167843885898294289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8167843885898294289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8167843885898294289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-sweet-jesus-its-me.html' title='OH SWEET JESUS, ITS ME!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-2255445041148681786</id><published>2010-03-04T17:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:02:29.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's all about good taste" - Giorgio Armani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Felt like changing my sweet sweeeeeet banner plus all the other headers since I don't really feel all that sweet in life anymore. So went ahead with the current one. Changed my blog song, too. This is by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Björk, "I Miss You Booga Wooga Mix"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just in case you guys missed the previous one, here's a walk down memorylane! WOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4-AxeNMbwI/AAAAAAAAEy8/VquUTp3Zfrs/s1600-h/blogheader%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4-AxeNMbwI/AAAAAAAAEy8/VquUTp3Zfrs/s400/blogheader%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444712061924568834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4-AxMORIPI/AAAAAAAAEy0/tOD8qQn4IYQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4-AxMORIPI/AAAAAAAAEy0/tOD8qQn4IYQ/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444712057097232626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4-AwsE6wkI/AAAAAAAAEys/K1e-NMJtHnQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4-AwsE6wkI/AAAAAAAAEys/K1e-NMJtHnQ/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444712048468083266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss my sweet life for a while, but things in life got bitter, so I thought life isn't that nice anymore. ); I don't really like the typography in the current one, but somehow I can't find out what is wrong or where I can improve on. :\ But I love the current quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyhow, gotta go back to work. Wasted too much time on this and some unimportant stuff. Oh shit man. Dun even know can finish my work or not );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a side note, I went for yet another interview this morning! This time round at Minitoons, at the Ubi Industrial Park. :\ Bastard stays 2 bus stops away from the Industrial Park and the only bus that reaches that area is THE bus that travels to his doorstep. :\ Anyway...today's interview was such a blast! Started off badly. I LOST MY FREAKING WAY! Oh dear mother mary. The instructions given in the email was ALL WRONG. GODDAMNIT. I alighted at the wrong stop (as instructed) and I walked quite a distance before reaching another bus stop to board a bus to the place I was supposed to go. Ok, confusing I know. Let's skip this then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the place, had myself seated in a conference room and omg, that room was filled with cutesy girly soft-toy pen-topped pens! D; I don't know if that nice lady who interviewed me would take me in (doesn't really matter actually since I've already got a place in a photography/advertising company! YAY!) but she seemed really nice. Haha. The pay sounds pretty awesome, too. Heh. Ah well, introduced my portfolio to her and got her WOWed. She was pretty amazed by my photography and the locations I covered in my photo journal. (; Ah well...other than the heels killing my little toe, everything else was AWESOME. (; But, I still pretty much prefer Haji Lane. Work environment, etc. :\ Sigh...ah well. We'll see. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GOING BACK TO WORK. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-2255445041148681786?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/2255445041148681786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=2255445041148681786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/2255445041148681786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/2255445041148681786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-all-about-good-taste-giorgio-armani.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s all about good taste&quot; - Giorgio Armani'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4-AxeNMbwI/AAAAAAAAEy8/VquUTp3Zfrs/s72-c/blogheader%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5322393299293860686</id><published>2010-03-03T01:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:01:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Hey y'all.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. This is long overdue. Anyways, it's here nonetheless. CNY this year isn't all that fun, with roses and couples surrounding my green eyes, things aren't exactly what you call, "enjoyable". And with the amount of work given, you can't be too sure to go too wild during this festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I start off with CNY eve. Had steamboat, as usual, with my family. Yums. Had a few servings and I guess I gained a bit of weight there. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41d_9dF2ZI/AAAAAAAAEwo/MSRHHMBnoZc/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41d_9dF2ZI/AAAAAAAAEwo/MSRHHMBnoZc/s400/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110877970520466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened. My parents went to sleep real early and I stayed awake till late as usual watching Family Guy and The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as a result, I woke up pretty late on the first day of new year. This year, my parents decided to skip the trip to my paternal relatives' side and head straight down to my maternal family. And so, that means more time to get ready! Yay! Wore my BonitoChico dress with the accessories I got from Aldo and Forever21. Got my hair dyed and off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41d8siMWUI/AAAAAAAAEwg/6FYXgRPwKXo/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41d8siMWUI/AAAAAAAAEwg/6FYXgRPwKXo/s400/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110821888907586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the old Tiong Poh Road house...everything seemed to change without the existence of my grandparents. Sigh. The liveliness has long gone, leaving behind the gray stance. But hey...at least the house is still here, some form of tradition is still kept somehow or another. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41dMvMEpaI/AAAAAAAAEwY/oDheP6ZyBuo/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41dMvMEpaI/AAAAAAAAEwY/oDheP6ZyBuo/s400/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109997967713698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41dJxIohGI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/S3dGLYsb5sg/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41dJxIohGI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/S3dGLYsb5sg/s400/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109946950550626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41dGy4bp0I/AAAAAAAAEwI/tuEtPZQKBPA/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41dGy4bp0I/AAAAAAAAEwI/tuEtPZQKBPA/s400/5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444109895879862082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41bDymZDmI/AAAAAAAAEwA/juhUFkp1SYw/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41bDymZDmI/AAAAAAAAEwA/juhUFkp1SYw/s400/6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444107645241331298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41bADtKUqI/AAAAAAAAEv4/2InMmNDTaIU/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41bADtKUqI/AAAAAAAAEv4/2InMmNDTaIU/s400/7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444107581113651874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. The kids. How can I ever forget the kids. Tsk. My crazy little nieces and nephews almost brought the house down. Yelling and screaming and running around. All of them almost landed in the hospital, thank heavens for their domestic helpers, watching them wherever they wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41a9uQxUQI/AAAAAAAAEvw/JVWSxxVpNiQ/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41a9uQxUQI/AAAAAAAAEvw/JVWSxxVpNiQ/s400/8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444107540997689602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41Yiwln_mI/AAAAAAAAEvg/r0GsZzdwBYo/s1600-h/9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41Yiwln_mI/AAAAAAAAEvg/r0GsZzdwBYo/s400/9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444104878742306402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet childhood. I remembered mine was rather quiet. The only cousins I talk to were the ones who were nearer my age group. Most of them were at least 10 years older than me. And we(the ones I talk to and yours truly)'d be drawing in my aunt's room or watching tv in the guest room. The house would be filled with people, the tables would be decked with trays of candies, nuts and new year goodies. The house would be decorated and people would be playing mahjong. All these are now gone since most of my distant relatives thought it was pointless visiting since my grandparents are now playing poker with God. Ah well. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a super boring day actually. Didn't really do much but watch some stupid show on channel 5. And after that had my entire relative clan over for mahjong and poker. The kids, were put under my care since I was the only "free" one without the stress of deciding what to "pong" at the mahjong table and the itchy hands on the poker mat. Sigh. Thank God my macbook was strong enough to survive the crazy ordeal my nieces and nephews brought over. TSK. Was skyping with a friend and they scared my friend away. TSKKKKK! What the heck. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my childhood. Maybe I'll go build a time machine. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41Yc0JoHtI/AAAAAAAAEvY/bjba91QmI8M/s1600-h/10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41Yc0JoHtI/AAAAAAAAEvY/bjba91QmI8M/s400/10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444104776619400914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I'll leave you all with this picture. (; Till then, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41YaeM5NpI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/5MA7yzAp_4U/s1600-h/poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41YaeM5NpI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/5MA7yzAp_4U/s400/poster.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444104736367785618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-5322393299293860686?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5322393299293860686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5322393299293860686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5322393299293860686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5322393299293860686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/cny-2010.html' title='CNY 2010'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S41d_9dF2ZI/AAAAAAAAEwo/MSRHHMBnoZc/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6032296485015526327</id><published>2010-03-01T01:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:59:30.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I feel so lethargic these days. I don't know if I owe all these fatigues to *THE time of the month*. Well anyway, went to the Natas Travel Fair yesterday with Ftang and a bunch of local couchsurfers. Was packed like crazy, don't know why, prolly because the economy is picking up..:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, got my travel insurance with Ftang, who's coming to Taiwan with me in July. After the crazy hunt around the fair, the bunch of us, excluding Ftang, went over to Terminal 3 for some food. Ftang needed to go home for dinner and she wanted to go to the Watson's expo fair. And so the rest of us left. Decided on Popeye's eventually. Talked for a goddamn long time at Popeye's till people who were waiting for seats started staring. Went over to the toilet (to pee before all of us h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;ead home) then since it was pretty late already. As usual, I was the last to finish, and well...the guys were already having a conversation among themselves outside while waiting. And so we continued to talk (outside the male toilet) for another half an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ftang came over to my house at 10ish for some karaoke before a midnight show, Dear John, at Downtown East which is packed with LOTS OF PEOPLE, probably because it's the start of summer break for the primary, secondary &amp;amp; junior college kids. The show was ok. Nothing fantastic. In fact, it was a disappointment, since, you know, Nicholas Spark's shows are usually tear jerking. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Went to a bazaar at Helipad, Central with Jia and Pretty. It was crazy, especially around the booths of Bonito Chico and LUCYD ACYD. Tsk. But manage to burn $40, buying a Union Jack jumbo eco bag ($15), a BonitoChico Yellow tube dress ($10), a black ribbon headband ($4) and a pair of red geek frames ($10)! Like Pretty said, a girl can never go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shopping bag-less&lt;/span&gt; while she's out. She must get something in order to feel satisfied. Hey, I think that's pretty true. (; For me, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4qh2huDXoI/AAAAAAAAEuo/JG9Ddiv9TZ4/s1600-h/flea3_post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4qh2huDXoI/AAAAAAAAEuo/JG9Ddiv9TZ4/s400/flea3_post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443341057767202434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4qh2ErJFPI/AAAAAAAAEug/3VF4qpu8lDw/s1600-h/flea_post2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4qh2ErJFPI/AAAAAAAAEug/3VF4qpu8lDw/s400/flea_post2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443341049970365682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying on the headband and Jia took these shots for me.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew E63 could do such an amazing job, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went over to 313 to look at Jia's macbook accessories. Nothing much. We left.&lt;br /&gt;Slept on the bus all the way home on 518. Was a lazy day. And I think I'm starting to get sick. Damn weather these days. Tsk. Alright. Will be back with CNY pictures and post. Kbyetillthen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-6032296485015526327?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6032296485015526327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6032296485015526327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6032296485015526327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6032296485015526327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/03/shopping.html' title='shopping.'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4qh2huDXoI/AAAAAAAAEuo/JG9Ddiv9TZ4/s72-c/flea3_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4992169160170972897</id><published>2010-02-26T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:55:39.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too desperate to get married! WOO~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fq_YMzx3M10&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fq_YMzx3M10&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJZBviaMfE4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJZBviaMfE4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6olZPwc68xU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6olZPwc68xU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbDLoh7bEVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbDLoh7bEVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I just think that this is so so wrong. First of all, the girl's 15. She's so pretty. She has a bright bright future ahead of her. Next, the guy's no where near successful. He earns $8-10 per hour a day...and he can't even count how much is that per month, not to mention per annum. Pfft. And best of all, he's staying in the girl's house. I find it so hilarious when Tyra Banks was asking if the girl, Kaitlin felt that her fiance was *THE ONE*. And she simply said, oh, he buys her stuff that she wants, she loves him and she is very very matured and best reason of all, they have had sex. WOW! Ok, here's the catch. They both want to have children so bad, she's taking fertility pills. LIKE WHAT?! KIDS AT 15?! Wow. I only started having maternity instincts when friends and school mates around me these recent years are getting married and giving birth to kids. Damn! What was I even thinking when I was 15?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a pimply fat 15 year old girl, with thoughts of marrying one of the 5566 member in future, going on IRCs to chat, thinking that SMU was the coolest university ever, etc. OMG. Marriage was like a 20++ yr old affair. Oh, and probably get my ass into the media industry, aka, be a *STAR*, a singer to be exact. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck. So...since their logic is that, they have had sex and they love each other, means that they should get married......so erm...wow, people around me should get married already, so why are they still...aren't? Kids. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Random post. I'm going back to bleeding my assignment for submission.&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/964070568530937586-4992169160170972897?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4992169160170972897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4992169160170972897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4992169160170972897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4992169160170972897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-desperate-to-get-married-woo.html' title='too desperate to get married! WOO~'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6426035484047926853</id><published>2010-02-26T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:48:41.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before I say goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4bF4TloXlI/AAAAAAAAEt4/aYKhT0mZTIE/s1600-h/astrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4bF4TloXlI/AAAAAAAAEt4/aYKhT0mZTIE/s400/astrid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442254770845277778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I love this picture. Well, so should you. Goodnight, smellies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-6426035484047926853?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6426035484047926853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6426035484047926853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6426035484047926853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6426035484047926853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/02/before-i-say-goodnight.html' title='before I say goodnight'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4bF4TloXlI/AAAAAAAAEt4/aYKhT0mZTIE/s72-c/astrid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4516209633501410853</id><published>2010-02-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:09:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAIWAN, SUMMER 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4a8xteor-I/AAAAAAAAEtw/9Jfjy5fP2B0/s1600-h/taiwanyay1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4a8xteor-I/AAAAAAAAEtw/9Jfjy5fP2B0/s400/taiwanyay1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442244761931526114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4a8wxA9rZI/AAAAAAAAEto/DO0MhpHoH5c/s1600-h/taiwanyay2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4a8wxA9rZI/AAAAAAAAEto/DO0MhpHoH5c/s400/taiwanyay2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442244745700945298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-4516209633501410853?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4516209633501410853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4516209633501410853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4516209633501410853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4516209633501410853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/02/taiwan-summer-2010.html' title='TAIWAN, SUMMER 2010'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4a8xteor-I/AAAAAAAAEtw/9Jfjy5fP2B0/s72-c/taiwanyay1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6748361788121572802</id><published>2010-02-18T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:12:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post frm the phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I'm so bored from Prod Prac lecture and my macbook batt just wont last. T.T saaaaaaaad. Anyways, I think the diet I'm currently on for my graphic design project is kinda affecting me in a bad way. My emotional state is rather bad. In fact, I think it's going downhill. Sigh. But I don't regret making that decision to work on this proj though. At least it teaches me not to diet but to exercise instead to lose weight? Oh well. :/ ok let's end here for now. Cya later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-6748361788121572802?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6748361788121572802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6748361788121572802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6748361788121572802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6748361788121572802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-post-frm-phone.html' title='first post frm the phone!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8064039821098248367</id><published>2010-02-09T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:56:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGGCITEMENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I'm so excited now. I can't seem to fall asleep. I think I love my project too much. Haven't got this kinda feeling since a long time back. This is when you know you love your work and nothing else matter.&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/964070568530937586-8064039821098248367?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8064039821098248367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8064039821098248367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8064039821098248367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8064039821098248367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/02/eggcitement.html' title='EGGCITEMENT!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8882569281043306958</id><published>2010-02-01T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:56:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;TODAY SUPPOSED TO BE AN EMO DAY! I just needed a channel to let my tears and frustrations out! It's supposed to be emo, and just pure emo-ness! But somehow or another, while watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Be_with_You_%282004_film%29" traget="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the movie, I was noticing one member of the cast while my tear tap was switched on to its full power - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Asari Yosuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I've watched this film quite a few times. And each time, I'd tell myself to go look this particular boy up on google as he reminded me SO MUCH of my first secondary school crush back then when was was only 13. Eheeheehee. ((; Ok lar, to be honestly, he's not really that good looking, he........just reminded me of that cute senior I used to have a crush on and he's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2XN6T4EBSI/AAAAAAAAEqw/DF8NRTLt8a4/s1600-h/yosuke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2XN6T4EBSI/AAAAAAAAEqw/DF8NRTLt8a4/s400/yosuke1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432974927143896354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures above are from the latest drama he's involved in. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2XN5wDngYI/AAAAAAAAEqo/J66vyywayxs/s1600-h/yosuke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2XN5wDngYI/AAAAAAAAEqo/J66vyywayxs/s400/yosuke2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432974917528682882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2XN5wDngYI/AAAAAAAAEqo/J66vyywayxs/s1600-h/yosuke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot what I wanna say. These pictures are seriously distracting me. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2XN460A8vI/AAAAAAAAEqg/7qDwlXyGr3k/s1600-h/yosuke3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2XN460A8vI/AAAAAAAAEqg/7qDwlXyGr3k/s400/yosuke3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432974903236162290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Maybe I should just end it here. Till the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-8882569281043306958?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8882569281043306958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8882569281043306958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8882569281043306958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8882569281043306958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new.html' title='my new ♥'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2XN6T4EBSI/AAAAAAAAEqw/DF8NRTLt8a4/s72-c/yosuke1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4405362945513761328</id><published>2010-01-31T04:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:57:44.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craftwork</title><content type='html'>Went to catch CRAFTWORK @ Sinema in Old School today with Ashtray, Raytan, Prataboy and Fayfay. Saw Danielle Rainbow and Jude there, too. So in case you're wondering what the hell is CRAFTWORK, here is the trailer:&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"  &gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95azHbp824o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&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/95azHbp824o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think this is awesome, you should really catch the actual 90 min reel. It's BREATHTAKING. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, we finished the movie, prataboy headed down to home club, while the rest of us went to citylink for some suppa @ TCC! Talked a little and hung out. Went home just before 0000hr. Manage to catch the last train and bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K goodnight (and back to my Production assignment T.T). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-4405362945513761328?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4405362945513761328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4405362945513761328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4405362945513761328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4405362945513761328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-green-eyes.html' title='craftwork'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1795250998847967943</id><published>2010-01-30T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:39:56.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAWSTING.BS UPDATED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;With the addition of my &lt;a href="http://jawsting-portfolio.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;new portfolio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website, I had to change my then portfolio site to an art blog instead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I did a temporary banner, which is not very nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2M4FMhLj7I/AAAAAAAAEpQ/rSD7K8CF2O8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2M4FMhLj7I/AAAAAAAAEpQ/rSD7K8CF2O8/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432247237449846706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and eventually led to this picture I took since I couldn't stand the banner above...hahaha...(photobooth is really an amazing application)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2M4Eva8F3I/AAAAAAAAEpI/QApJR7sgJFk/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2M4Eva8F3I/AAAAAAAAEpI/QApJR7sgJFk/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432247229639038834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2M4Eva8F3I/AAAAAAAAEpI/QApJR7sgJFk/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which leads to THIS! Love it love it love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2M4ENfVAMI/AAAAAAAAEpA/xkYE_4CDrOE/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2M4ENfVAMI/AAAAAAAAEpA/xkYE_4CDrOE/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432247220530643138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooooo, do pay my &lt;a href="http://jawsting.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;art blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a visit as I'll update/share constantly with new artjunks for you all! ;D&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/964070568530937586-1795250998847967943?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1795250998847967943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1795250998847967943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1795250998847967943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1795250998847967943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/jawstingbs-updated.html' title='JAWSTING.BS UPDATED!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2M4FMhLj7I/AAAAAAAAEpQ/rSD7K8CF2O8/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-1061224027549199574</id><published>2010-01-29T14:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:23:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummies go to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...recently, nothing much exciting took place in life. My life, that is. I'm still in my PMS mode. My period wouldn't come. #*&amp;amp;$(*# Well yeah. Ok. Some things actually happened in life...not that it is THAAAAAAAT boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got a new phone, like finally. But not a fantastic one cos my dad didn't want me to spend unnecessary money. In case a sua ku blur bird like me lose it (the new phone) one day, at least all of us don't feel so much heartache and we can do without making a police report. Oh. I got a Nokia E63. Ya lar...I know, lao pok phone. But the best consolation I get is that it looks much like a Blackberry! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. NEW DRESSES FOR CNY FROM FOREVER21, BonitoChico and Cotton On!! (((;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*likes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally ate some decent food at some decent place. Met up with my dearest Dee, who's gonna leave me this summer for US of the A. T.T Waaaaaa, I wanna cry already. She's the nth person leaving Singapore this year! )': Oh jesus, gotta get a grip. Well yeah. We went to the museum, cos they had (and they are still havinggggg!) this awesome exhibition about the Mummies and the Egyptians. More details &lt;a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.sg/nms/nms_html/nms_content_6c.asp?content_template=4&amp;amp;content_id=23&amp;amp;tab_id=23&amp;amp;cine_id=2360&amp;amp;fest_id=0" target="_"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's called the Quest for Immotality. ;) Well, since it's free for ALL primary, secondary, jc and tertiary full time students, we definitely can't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KQBPtEAVI/AAAAAAAAEog/q4gGa_vKfgQ/s1600-h/mummy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2LJ0WxKDJI/AAAAAAAAEoo/0_x9YzFcIWg/s400/mummy3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432126001864379538" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;The statue looks like some cute HK seasoned actor...well, that got me thinking, some of the egyptian monuments and statues DO have that cheena essence in them...hmm. Well anyways, the exhibition ground isn't that big. Within an hour or two, you can definitely cover everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KQAvqAYYI/AAAAAAAAEoY/EQjEThttkdo/s1600-h/mummy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KQAvqAYYI/AAAAAAAAEoY/EQjEThttkdo/s400/mummy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432062443029291394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;They have quite a lot of statues and items on display...well, but because I'm lazy, so I've only edited these few. For the full exhibition, you can proceed to view the photo album in my facebook page! (apologies to those who aren't on my friends list ));)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KP_3fDwoI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/IYN6JS3ad20/s1600-h/mummy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KP_3fDwoI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/IYN6JS3ad20/s400/mummy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432062427950989954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KP_ZayANI/AAAAAAAAEoI/Ks8hzWBri-Q/s1600-h/mummy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KP_ZayANI/AAAAAAAAEoI/Ks8hzWBri-Q/s400/mummy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432062419879985362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;I love that shot above! No...it's not because it looks like some cute HK seasoned actor, but 'cause it seemed like it's professionally taken! I think this is one of my best shots? *wink wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;So then we proceeded on to the dead body section, where they actually displayed age old mummies...the one you're going to see below, is prolly from the BC and it's a lady with her dead twins mummified with her at her legs/thighs area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;Whenever I see this picture, I can't help it but get goosebumps. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKks36xuI/AAAAAAAAEn4/XDw1mWMt_Sw/s1600-h/mummy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKks36xuI/AAAAAAAAEn4/XDw1mWMt_Sw/s400/mummy4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432056463687861986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;Doesn't this fella below look like CAI SHEN YE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKkNDuYqI/AAAAAAAAEnw/Z0e8SIBzgtc/s1600-h/mummy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKkNDuYqI/AAAAAAAAEnw/Z0e8SIBzgtc/s400/mummy5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432056455147446946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;I'm SO in love with the Egyptian prints on the wall! Honestly speaking, these egyptians are really intelligent. Look at all the pyramids they constructed!!! And while we were looking at some of the exhibits, we walked past an area where they actually show you their secret code lingo! Those symbols and pictures and what they represent! It's like a da vinci code. Very very interesting! I guess I'll include Egyptian Art into my favourites right after the Greek ones. *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKjuy5ArI/AAAAAAAAEno/N8-w3Ce_vGs/s1600-h/mummy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKjuy5ArI/AAAAAAAAEno/N8-w3Ce_vGs/s400/mummy6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432056447023776434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;Their coffins are hand painted and so are their bandages that hold their bodies together! And do you know, that these dead bodies actually had their brains, intestines and internal organs pulled out of their ears?! It's pretty grotesque while Dee and I were watching the video they played. *shivers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;I didn't put them up here, but I have a few accessories pictures taken from the display cabinets! Honestly, the guys from the past are so METRO!! They put tons of eyeliner, wear a whole lot of accessories coupled with all those charms. Tsk. And the richer they are, the more make up and accessories they deck on! RAR. But the ones reflected in those videos shown around the exhibition grounds have very very nice body. *grins* so ok lar. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK LAR OK LAR. Anywayyyyy, Dee and I decided to go to Timbre @ Old school of some delights. We had been talking about the Peking Duck pizza for the longest time! And we haven't got the time to try, so since we were out, might as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahlao. Going to Old School is damn leh chey, lar! Have to climb so many flights of stairs. #$I&amp;amp;*(#&amp;amp;$ By the nth flight, Dee and I were too tired to even talk. Eh...it's like running 2.4km, lor. )); But it's ok. IT'S ALL FOR THE LOVE OF GOURMET DELIGHTS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKjFvulCI/AAAAAAAAEng/FTDKXnxKZy8/s1600-h/mummy8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKjFvulCI/AAAAAAAAEng/FTDKXnxKZy8/s400/mummy8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432056436004656162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKisiijdI/AAAAAAAAEnY/QY0K-epxwho/s1600-h/mummy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKisiijdI/AAAAAAAAEnY/QY0K-epxwho/s400/mummy9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432056429238455762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KKisiijdI/AAAAAAAAEnY/QY0K-epxwho/s1600-h/mummy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;We ordered quite a lot. Initially, we had a PD pizza, 3 mini burgers and drinks of each of us. But the burgers were too dry. We exchanged them for some salad. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHXnP3PrI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/asac-sLz_oc/s1600-h/mummy11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHXnP3PrI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/asac-sLz_oc/s400/mummy11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052940304498354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:century, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;(above) Dee salivating. eheeheehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHXnP3PrI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/asac-sLz_oc/s1600-h/mummy11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHXnP3PrI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/asac-sLz_oc/s1600-h/mummy11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KNGHfWJOI/AAAAAAAAEoA/-UB_RhwW2qc/s1600-h/mummy10.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KNGHfWJOI/AAAAAAAAEoA/-UB_RhwW2qc/s400/mummy10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432059236791493858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;I LOVE THIS PIZZA SHOT (below)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHW_QJwbI/AAAAAAAAEnI/rfIjHam38uA/s1600-h/mummy12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHW_QJwbI/AAAAAAAAEnI/rfIjHam38uA/s1600-h/mummy12.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHW_QJwbI/AAAAAAAAEnI/rfIjHam38uA/s400/mummy12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052929568293298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;Midway through the meal, our drinks depleted. So we ordered another 2 cups. Oh boy...they were soooo good. *smiles widely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHWYdWxzI/AAAAAAAAEnA/eiIR-Gk_ios/s1600-h/mummy13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHWYdWxzI/AAAAAAAAEnA/eiIR-Gk_ios/s400/mummy13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052919154689842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHVyPGfcI/AAAAAAAAEm4/yLR7mqHDgVg/s1600-h/mummy14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHVyPGfcI/AAAAAAAAEm4/yLR7mqHDgVg/s400/mummy14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052908894354882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHVXxObgI/AAAAAAAAEmw/qTBtSrrIIF0/s1600-h/mummy15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2KHVXxObgI/AAAAAAAAEmw/qTBtSrrIIF0/s400/mummy15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052901789724162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;In the end, the bill came up to about $80++ inclusive of GST and service charge. Sigh, I hear my wallet crying. T.T But I will earn it back soon, I hope. We then walked over to PS to chill a lil and to get my dad's birthday present. Couldn't find a decent wallet so had to settle for Pedro ones. Good for me, 'cos I save a bit of kaching. Ahahaha. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;We sat down outside at the smoking area to talk a bit before we headed home. And so...I'm kinda done with this entry...and erm, ok...see you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2LW_JZachI/AAAAAAAAEow/jcUvcaPhiik/s1600-h/xoxo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2LW_JZachI/AAAAAAAAEow/jcUvcaPhiik/s400/xoxo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432140480904851986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:century, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'century gothic', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-1061224027549199574?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/1061224027549199574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=1061224027549199574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1061224027549199574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/1061224027549199574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/mummies-go-to-school.html' title='mummies go to school'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S2LJ0WxKDJI/AAAAAAAAEoo/0_x9YzFcIWg/s72-c/mummy3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7914419465462726871</id><published>2010-01-22T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:24:45.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, I just wanna shoot you in your head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;omg. I've never seen a woman of your age being so childish and unreasonable. I took leave today and canceled my exchange presentation because of your request. I could have just gone to work and collect free money. I could have just left my phone in my room yesterday without having to rush back during class to fetch it (by that I mean I literally ran back to hall and back to school) because I was going home last night. I could have taken my time to do what I really wanted. But under your heavy request, I came home. I dressed up. I waited for you to head out of the door with me. I so wanted to make dad's birthday a good one. But all you did was just to spoil everyone's day and blame everyone else. You've always fail to look into the mirror and think you are in the wrong. Yeah ok. I am supposed to respect you. But that doesn't mean you can be fucking unreasonable and be like a baby. I wasted this entire day THANKS TO YOU. And all you can repeat under your smelly breath is "see how unreasonable she is?!" to my dad. Fuck. If I could, I really feel like shooting you in your head and end your childishness. But since I can't, I'll just blame all your stupid childish auntie clique you hang out with for giving you shit mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-7914419465462726871?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7914419465462726871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7914419465462726871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7914419465462726871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7914419465462726871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-just-wanna-shoot-you-in.html' title='sometimes, I just wanna shoot you in your head'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8754793719973474260</id><published>2010-01-18T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:00:25.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENFJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Did a test on my personality! So here is the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 96% in the direction of Extraversion, which means you are clearly an Extrovert. People who are clearly Extroverts are naturally active and social people. They spend lots of time outwardly expressing themselves through conversation, collaboration, or recreation. They draw energy from this sort of interaction and quickly grow restless if they have to spend too much time alone or not engaged in some sort of activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 23% in the direction of Sensing, which means you are a Sensor. Sensors are sensible and grounded, focusing on the concrete and the here and now. They learn through experience and are cautious with untested ideas. They appreciate tradition, but are open to new ways of doing things if they can see tangible benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 17% in the direction of Feeling, which means you are a Feeler. Feelers are caring, supportive, and appreciative. They naturally reach out to other people, preferring to cooperate and agree rather than argue over who is right. They are comfortable with emotions, both their own and those of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 8% in the direction of Judging, which means you are a Judger. Judgers like to keep track of things so that they're not caught off-guard or unprepared, and for the same reason tend not to leave a decision up in the air or an issue unresolved. While they appreciate flexibility, even a little spontaneity, they're most comfortable when they're in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="centerBlkResults2" class="nodisplay"&gt;&lt;div id="results-jung-life-content"&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;ESFJ Life&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="jung-results"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;ESFJ children want life to be uncomplicated, secure, harmonious, and structured. They are usually responsible, reliable, and cooperative. They thrive in situations in which there is consistency and personal attention. They enjoy the acceptance of others and will work hard to gain that acceptance. ESFJ children are concerned about doing the right things and pleasing their elders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESFJs follow the rules and tend to accept them as fair and reasonable. They admire people and teachers who are warm, friendly, and concerned. Sometimes when the rules or their enforcement are unreasonable, ESFJs may have trouble setting limits and not feeling guilty or betrayed by the system. ESFJs are concerned about the feelings of others and like to help out when possible.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESFJs begin early to assume responsibility for the welfare of others. They believe it is necessary to give as well as to receive, and will often volunteer their time and talents in service organizations such as the YWCA and hospital candy striper groups. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESFJs radiate warmth and fellowship, and generally fit in well with their classmates. They value the traditional things that teenagers do and may be involved in various clubs and teams. Their friends often turn to them because of their "listening ear" and helpful nature.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As young adults, ESFJs focus on their relationships and values, which generally have to do with helping others and being with compatible people. They seem to have less difficulty than some other types in making friends and accepting their roles in life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People play a significant part in every aspect of their lives. If friends decide on a particular college, for example, ESFJs may revise their own college plans in order to be with their friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Often the lives of ESFJs follow a traditional pattern. ESFJs make their family responsibilities their utmost goal. They like tradition and stability and generally choose to do what is expected of them by others and society. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In adult life, ESFJs take their parent, spouse, employee, or community volunteer roles seriously and are committed to them. They are sensitive barometers to the needs of those around them, sometimes more attuned to others' needs than their own. They gain the respect of others because of their helpfulness, pleasantness, and ability to get things done.  They carry out their commitments and are often in charge of events. With their high values for relationships, stability, and loyalty, they may have long tenure in their places of work. ESFJs may misread business relationships as friendships and be disappointed when changes occur and personal contacts are not maintained. Mature ESFJs often structure both their work and personal lives so that they can meet the needs of others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For ESFJs, retirement means continuing to nurture and maintain the relationships that are most important to them. They keep their lives full of activities with people. ESFJs are recognized for doing nice, thoughtful things for others, such as sending flowers and notes, and making follow-up telephone calls. They are likely to schedule regular lunches and leisure activities with their former colleagues from work. If they have grandchildren, they will fill their time by offering to babysit, often at a moment's notice, or by helping in any way that they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="centerBlkResults2" class="nodisplay"&gt;&lt;div id="results-jung-work-content"&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;ESFJs at Work&lt;a class="jung-results-nav clickable" id=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="jung-results"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;At work, ESFJs contribute their ability to cooperate with others and to complete tasks in a timely and accurate way. They respect rules and authority, and handle daily operations efficiently. They tend to be well informed and up-to-date on organizational actions that matter to people. ESFJs do what they can to make sure that personal relationships are running smoothly. Because they pay close attention to people's needs and wants, they are often involved in work activities that meet people's practical, day-to-day desires. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Work Setting&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESFJs prefer a work setting that contains conscientious, cooperative, values-oriented people who work at helping others. They want to be close to the action, working most effectively in settings that are friendly, sensitive to human needs, personal, and appreciative. ESFJs may not fit in well with departments that are highly bottom-line or production oriented. They tend to operate on actual facts and realities, liking things to be organized. Where possible, they make their workspace efficient, yet warm in tone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Organizing Style&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESFJs want answers to questions such as: who, what, when, and where. They place a special emphasis on "who". They want information and structure because it enables them to quickly help others. They are often models of organization, with a "place for everything and everything in its place". Some ESFJs like the role of organizational "historian" because they remember facts as they relate to people. ESFJs enjoy providing useful data to those who need it. After being told that someone has lost some piece of information, ESFJs will generally be able to locate it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESFJs plan with the needs of others in mind. They are goal oriented and enjoy getting the job done. Their responsiveness, thoroughness, and reliability can be counted on. Even when they lack technical knowledge, this is easily forgiven by others because the ESFJ is so responsive and provides assistance in the depth that others may not offer. ESFJs prefer that expectations are made clear to them. When the priorities are not straight, or are continually changing, ESFJs may feel uncomfortable until there are clear directions as to what they are required to do next. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Occupations&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;To perform well at work, individuals may need to use all of the eight preferences at the appropriate time and when required by the situation. Knowing this, people tend to select occupations that allow them to use the preferences that are most natural to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESFJs prefer occupations that allow them to provide direct and personal, yet practical, help to others. Occupations that call for organization and goal direction appeal to them. They are especially careful not to waste time or resources; to do so would go against their nature. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While ESFJs can and do enter all occupations, some are more appealing to them than others. According to available research,  some occupations (in alphabetical order) seem to be especially attractive to ESFJs: childcare worker, dental assistant, elementary school teacher, home economist, nurse, office manager, radiological technologist, receptionist and secretary, religious educator, speech pathologist, and other occupations that allow ESFJs to help others and serve their values directly. These occupations are not meant to be an exhaustive list, but serve to illustrate some areas that an ESFJ might enjoy. If your specific occupation, or one that you are interested in, is not listed here, think instead of its general characteristics and ask yourself how those fit with your type.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="centerBlkResults2" class="nodisplay"&gt;&lt;div id="results-jung-love-content"&gt;   &lt;h1&gt;ESFJs in Love&lt;/h1&gt;      &lt;div class="jung-results"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;For the ESFJ , love means warmth and commitment. When ESFJs first fall in love, they show this warmth and concern for their partner in many tangible ways. They will send cards, notes, flowers, special gifts, and other mementos of their affection. If the partner casually mentions a desire for a specific thing, such as a sweater with a sailboat design, the ESFJ will try to find just that thing. Once committed in a relationship, ESFJs tend to stay with it even when there is inconvenience to them, and perhaps longer than may be healthy. They are able to bring out the best in their partners, even though it may mean putting their own needs second. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because ESFJs are caring individuals, they expect to give and receive in their relationships. Because others may not be as thoughtful as the ESFJ, it is a possible source of disappointment to them if they expect the same awareness and caring on the part of the partner. Being practical and realistic, they may not always like effusive shows of affection and prefer moderation instead. ESFJs may be more loyal to the relationship or to the institution of marriage than to the person. ESFJs may take the end of the relationship as a personal failure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ESFJs, when scorned, hurt all over and may need to take time to get over the relationship before pursuing a new one. They may too easily, and incorrectly, blame themselves for the unfavorable outcome and recall instances when, perhaps, they were not as giving as they might have been. However, ESFJs' standards for giving in a relationship are likely to be above those of some other types. At their worst when scorned, ESFJs can become spiteful and critical of the partner. Because ESFJs are keenly sensitive to others and are tuned in to emotional needs, they really know how to hurt a person in the rare instances when they choose to do so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-8754793719973474260?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8754793719973474260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8754793719973474260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8754793719973474260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8754793719973474260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/enfj.html' title='ENFJ'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7833642253261459446</id><published>2010-01-18T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:08:58.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;I can't believe fate sometimes. It's such an amazing thing. 12 years ago, while I was still this fat little pimply prefect in primary school, I used to have a crush on my fellow prefect mate, Garfield. Well...Garfield never really took notice of me. I'd usually smile to myself when the class he was in charge of passed by mine. Soon, in primary 6, he started knowing who I was which till date I don't know how. But yeah, time soon flew by like mozzies. So in 2007, I added this guy on my friendster account, well since we were all part of the SHPS group. And so he added me on MSN. But things didn't really go further than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until...recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fella had a road accident and lost his left leg, knee down. Was pretty awful. He went through tons of operations and had tubes inserted into his lungs, etc. Was very terrible. And so...long story short, I typed this encouragement note to him on MSN saying how touched I was to see him being so positive above all these pain he's going through. And he replied! And we started talking from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate. Honestly, you never know how time plays with things and situations and how fate can land you in certain situations. 12 years ago, I was secretly smiling to myself while he walked passed. 12 years later, we're talking like old friends on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, huh? (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-7833642253261459446?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7833642253261459446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7833642253261459446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7833642253261459446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7833642253261459446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-so-long.html' title='after so long.'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6143502513953843381</id><published>2010-01-17T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:45:55.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S1M9e0W8e_I/AAAAAAAAEkc/hNWCTjpYnvQ/s1600-h/awww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S1M9e0W8e_I/AAAAAAAAEkc/hNWCTjpYnvQ/s400/awww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427749575571831794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S1M9eXsXUBI/AAAAAAAAEkU/A25Puqwj-KQ/s1600-h/awwwww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S1M9eXsXUBI/AAAAAAAAEkU/A25Puqwj-KQ/s400/awwwww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427749567877042194" 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/964070568530937586-6143502513953843381?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6143502513953843381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6143502513953843381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6143502513953843381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6143502513953843381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/awww.html' title='awww'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S1M9e0W8e_I/AAAAAAAAEkc/hNWCTjpYnvQ/s72-c/awww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-5015920661435346571</id><published>2010-01-11T23:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:48:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand, Europe, UK Part 1 - SAWADEEKA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Hello all! I know, I know...it's been foreveerrrr since I came back from my epic tour across the globe. Decided to blog about it like now. Let me start off with my first destination, Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been damn effing long since I last stepped onto the sweet soil of Bangkok. Been hearing about the awesome shopping deals people get from their BKK trips! Jia and I couldn't give up such an opportunity to shop for awesome clothes before we land in Germany! Hence we decided to extend our stopover at BKK before Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiWe71eEI/AAAAAAAAEf8/64KRs22jWI8/s1600-h/thailand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiWe71eEI/AAAAAAAAEf8/64KRs22jWI8/s400/thailand1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425538314498570306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off the plane and we were instantly swarmed by the Thais for premium taxi services. One Japanese came up to us and asked to translate some information for her! The attention we received was pretty scary and we decided to head out to the regular taxi stand and hail a cab instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiVy_PeVI/AAAAAAAAEf0/iIYNMvtFU88/s1600-h/thailand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiVy_PeVI/AAAAAAAAEf0/iIYNMvtFU88/s400/thailand2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425538302701697362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi drivers in BKK have the coolest stuff in their cabs. The lights, the effects and the dingalings! It's so attention seeking that everything just spells, "LOOK AT ME!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally reached our hostel...but it looks more like a hotel instead...Love the interior and the design! So homely...and for the price we paid for, it's definitely a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiVd6q7yI/AAAAAAAAEfs/X3ETKdxrBWI/s1600-h/thailand3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiVd6q7yI/AAAAAAAAEfs/X3ETKdxrBWI/s400/thailand3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425538297045380898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since pretty much everything is cheap in Thailand, we decided to order our lunch from the room service menu. Starved while we traveled over from Singapore. So we ordered their basil chicken and pork rice, together with a side of tropical fruits platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiU9SZMPI/AAAAAAAAEfk/5DudWmLPiIo/s1600-h/thailand4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiU9SZMPI/AAAAAAAAEfk/5DudWmLPiIo/s400/thailand4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425538288286511346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to plan our day a little. Went to the Suan Lum Night market and walked around a bit. First day is always for people to explore a little. And so we did, around our hotel premises. Bought quite a bunch of clothes and whatnots! Bargaining was awesome. However, some vendors were pretty unfriendly. We ended up with quite handful of shopping bags. Was quite a fruitful day. We decided to turn in early and arise early the next morning for some more cheap bargains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0thL8p-GaI/AAAAAAAAEfc/0Q8TBgy8t0o/s1600-h/thailand5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0thL8p-GaI/AAAAAAAAEfc/0Q8TBgy8t0o/s400/thailand5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537033986513314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up pretty early to get to the gym for some work-out. I KNOW WHATCHA THINKING ABOUT. Like WHAT?! GYM?! DURING A HOLIDAY?! Haha. We were certainly partially out of our minds, but trust me, we just wanted to keep fit, too. We planned to exercise while we travel and study...so hitting the gym was just the first step! Well, so we ran a bit on the treadmill and did a lil weights. Headed back to the room to wash up before we moved on ahead with our shopping spree day TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to cab...since it's so dirtcheap. Have to admit, the streets of BKK is so much nicer than the ones I see in Singapore. So much life and colours going on. Singapore is just another state with uniforms donned upon every architecture you set eyes on. Tsk. B.O.R.I.N.G. So well, camwhored a lil, and before you know it, we've reached our destination -- PLATINUM (plaza).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0thLW68QNI/AAAAAAAAEfU/ukKen08_Z4w/s1600-h/thailand6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0thLW68QNI/AAAAAAAAEfU/ukKen08_Z4w/s400/thailand6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537023857148114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomachs were growling. So we went to chomp and get all energised before we begin our cheap thrill hunt. Got a food card and off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0thK5MJ3eI/AAAAAAAAEfM/PnHSEjTc28Y/s1600-h/thailand7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0thK5MJ3eI/AAAAAAAAEfM/PnHSEjTc28Y/s400/thailand7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537015876279778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These curry chicken rice sets were SUPERBLY cheap and DELICIOUS! For that price we paid (approx S$1.50), it was definitely worth each and every spoonful of the set. I'm loving Thailand already! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0thKVUwQRI/AAAAAAAAEfE/8SGKMMIT2HQ/s1600-h/thailand8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0thKVUwQRI/AAAAAAAAEfE/8SGKMMIT2HQ/s400/thailand8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537006248673554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started to hunt for cheap buys. These paths reminded me of Far East Plaza back in Singapore, only cheaper over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf3hFCrLI/AAAAAAAAEe8/03boyhdR5fU/s1600-h/thailand9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf3hFCrLI/AAAAAAAAEe8/03boyhdR5fU/s400/thailand9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425535583474855090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famished again! Geeeee, traveling really makes one hungry! Had a crepe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf3Kk6gRI/AAAAAAAAEe0/wZY905MuGYo/s1600-h/thailand10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf3Kk6gRI/AAAAAAAAEe0/wZY905MuGYo/s400/thailand10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425535577434521874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa walked from Platinum to some other shopping centre...thinking it was another mega apparel shopping area, however, it was an electronic superstore instead...like Sim Lim Towers or Funan. Settled for A&amp;amp;W in there instead before we headed back to the hotel to change for our sparkling night ahead! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf2ocqZxI/AAAAAAAAEes/udD_pBNj2VM/s1600-h/thailand11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf2ocqZxI/AAAAAAAAEes/udD_pBNj2VM/s400/thailand11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425535568273106706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUYS OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf2MPkYnI/AAAAAAAAEek/tp8UhxYnXFc/s1600-h/thailand12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf2MPkYnI/AAAAAAAAEek/tp8UhxYnXFc/s400/thailand12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425535560701993586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshened up and cabbed over to the Supperclub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf1kfqZpI/AAAAAAAAEec/0GK-Xqzh2Tw/s1600-h/thailand13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tf1kfqZpI/AAAAAAAAEec/0GK-Xqzh2Tw/s400/thailand13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425535550032078482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kinda bored. Nothing much were taking place. No one on the dance floor, music was ok, everyone was lying around on their couches. Dancing started only at 11 odd. Jia and I went down to join in the fun. To our dismay, the crowd wasn't exactly dancing. We felt like idiots dancing in the middle of the crowd. We left the club at 1am, super early for a clubber, so to speak. But it was an experience. Our virgin BKK clubbing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0telt8wWvI/AAAAAAAAEeU/4q3zUaGkMUc/s1600-h/thailand14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0telt8wWvI/AAAAAAAAEeU/4q3zUaGkMUc/s400/thailand14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425534178180487922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take their metro instead for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0telIku6wI/AAAAAAAAEeM/B8u8kfodR4o/s1600-h/thailand15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0telIku6wI/AAAAAAAAEeM/B8u8kfodR4o/s400/thailand15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425534168147618562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the life in Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tdqvOEupI/AAAAAAAAEeE/euOlR3xakQc/s1600-h/thailand16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tdqvOEupI/AAAAAAAAEeE/euOlR3xakQc/s400/thailand16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425533164909279890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd heard so much about the Mahboonkrong Shopping Mall, we decided to pay it a visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tdqPVGPMI/AAAAAAAAEd8/9rwMLUb2jkQ/s1600-h/thailand17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tdqPVGPMI/AAAAAAAAEd8/9rwMLUb2jkQ/s400/thailand17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425533156348804290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was super cheap! S$2 all-you-can-eat Thai vermicelli buffet! Wasn't as fantastic though, but it was certainly filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tdpqQG9uI/AAAAAAAAEd0/QpVU_pe4Bj8/s1600-h/thailand18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tdpqQG9uI/AAAAAAAAEd0/QpVU_pe4Bj8/s400/thailand18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425533146395768546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZrw9n2CI/AAAAAAAAEds/bjaPTfDO24I/s1600-h/thailand19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZrw9n2CI/AAAAAAAAEds/bjaPTfDO24I/s400/thailand19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528784510507042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around some more and decided to rest a lil at the steps in front of a luxurious shopping mall near MBK while we watch the traffic go by...shopping throughout the entire day is certainly tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZrXku_eI/AAAAAAAAEdk/0x-9RSDEc2c/s1600-h/thailand20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZrXku_eI/AAAAAAAAEdk/0x-9RSDEc2c/s400/thailand20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528777695231458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZq3UFxuI/AAAAAAAAEdc/rK_dBC-4AHM/s1600-h/thailand21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZq3UFxuI/AAAAAAAAEdc/rK_dBC-4AHM/s400/thailand21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528769035486946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to truemove for a while and discovered it's actually a radio station-cum-bookstore-cum-cafe! It's really concept-y and we both love it! Hung out a lil before we took the metro back to our hotel/hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZqFdrb8I/AAAAAAAAEdU/sSAeLdEHQxE/s1600-h/thailand22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZqFdrb8I/AAAAAAAAEdU/sSAeLdEHQxE/s400/thailand22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528755653930946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUYS OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZps452WI/AAAAAAAAEdM/b-Ouo4411lU/s1600-h/thailand23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tZps452WI/AAAAAAAAEdM/b-Ouo4411lU/s400/thailand23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528749057235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tRRg0rOpI/AAAAAAAAEc8/719Yb04sefc/s1600-h/thailand24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tRRg0rOpI/AAAAAAAAEc8/719Yb04sefc/s400/thailand24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425519537408391826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to the Singapore embassy for some documents verifications. But turned out, we didn't have to do it anyways...so we cabbed down to the nearest post office since Jia needed to post something back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back from the PO to our hotel/hostel and on our way, we decided to try some roadside basil chicken rice! And honestly, if we haven't tried anything roadside, we haven't exactly experience Thailand. Haha. The smell was just alluring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tRRLtGt8I/AAAAAAAAEc0/vNdOaz1eGfc/s1600-h/thailand25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tRRLtGt8I/AAAAAAAAEc0/vNdOaz1eGfc/s400/thailand25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425519531739494338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a lil back to our hostel and ate our lunch. Relaxed a little before we go back to the shopping areas again for some last minute buys before we leave for Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tO4F1Rv5I/AAAAAAAAEcs/zxbWX5l0sfE/s1600-h/thailand26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tO4F1Rv5I/AAAAAAAAEcs/zxbWX5l0sfE/s400/thailand26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425516901643173778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tO3qzP2PI/AAAAAAAAEck/H1LJW-hr_lc/s1600-h/thailand27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tO3qzP2PI/AAAAAAAAEck/H1LJW-hr_lc/s400/thailand27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425516894386903282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Siam Shopping mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tO3GbrLCI/AAAAAAAAEcc/4QV_OCBuSVw/s1600-h/thailand28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tO3GbrLCI/AAAAAAAAEcc/4QV_OCBuSVw/s400/thailand28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425516884624354338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SUPER CHEAP SWENSON'S CUP! WAS ONLY S$4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBv7AM48I/AAAAAAAAEb0/c_4B8tH5Ldk/s1600-h/thailand29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBv7AM48I/AAAAAAAAEb0/c_4B8tH5Ldk/s400/thailand29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425502467646088130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw Torres along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBvUIvslI/AAAAAAAAEbs/bt3WiGIjAAw/s1600-h/thailand30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBvUIvslI/AAAAAAAAEbs/bt3WiGIjAAw/s400/thailand30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425502457212940882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back, packed and cabbed over to the airport. Was damn early though. We slacked at a corner while waiting to check in. And so we decided to watch DMC, the animated version on my laptop. And yes, the cupcake was my dinner. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBvLUDj5I/AAAAAAAAEbk/vBJAJxCy5M8/s1600-h/thailand31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBvLUDj5I/AAAAAAAAEbk/vBJAJxCy5M8/s400/thailand31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425502454844460946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see how bored we were?&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for 940883473 hours, we finally boarded the plane!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, such mixed feelings. We were kinda scared and worried about our German family and our stay over there. At the same time, we were very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBudvHrAI/AAAAAAAAEbc/2ZAxLdJkXpU/s1600-h/thailand32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBudvHrAI/AAAAAAAAEbc/2ZAxLdJkXpU/s400/thailand32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425502442609945602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we slept. Woke up to some morning sun and the flight attendants started serving breakfast. Was awesome. Pancakes, sausages, croissant, fruit platter, yoghurt and juice! But sadly, I puked one hour before we landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBtwH8GVI/AAAAAAAAEbU/azLrBPozCxw/s1600-h/thailand33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tBtwH8GVI/AAAAAAAAEbU/azLrBPozCxw/s400/thailand33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425502430366013778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, things started looking up right after the wheels of the plane touched the international airport in Frankfurt! Yay!! ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, smelly people, stay tuned for parts 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 of this exciting journey!&lt;br /&gt;For now...gute nachte!&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/964070568530937586-5015920661435346571?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/5015920661435346571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=5015920661435346571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5015920661435346571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/5015920661435346571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/thailand-europe-uk-part-1-sawadeeka.html' title='Thailand, Europe, UK Part 1 - SAWADEEKA!'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0tiWe71eEI/AAAAAAAAEf8/64KRs22jWI8/s72-c/thailand1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4263455779455954931</id><published>2010-01-10T23:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:53:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at a glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Ok. here are some pictures to update you guys with.&lt;br /&gt;Been blogging without much pictures these days. Sorry. Haha. Too lazy. So here are some of the events that took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOXING DAY 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day was a bomb. Went for a free flow @ home club with peejee and gang. Friends from her German class came over too, together with some couchsurfers. Had quite a great time! Knew more friends, and the best part of it all, I met a soul sister, Fifi. Heehee. ((; Music @ home club was pretty shitty and so we moved to Butter Factory after spending some time drinking our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poots&lt;/span&gt; off. Freeflow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok7p0NksI/AAAAAAAAEa0/XP0WCM5wh_I/s1600-h/partyfinal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok7p0NksI/AAAAAAAAEa0/XP0WCM5wh_I/s400/partyfinal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425189308376912578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEEEEEEEEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok7HuvyrI/AAAAAAAAEas/n-mQqUbYcAc/s1600-h/party3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok7HuvyrI/AAAAAAAAEas/n-mQqUbYcAc/s400/party3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425189299227183794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW CAR-RUH FOR MY ROOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0omDAAw7HI/AAAAAAAAEa8/cyZ2lWUjLp0/s1600-h/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0omDAAw7HI/AAAAAAAAEa8/cyZ2lWUjLp0/s400/room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425190534105853042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my wall painted. a day after butter.&lt;br /&gt;Like finally. After 10 odd years of pink, my room is finally in another shade once again. Chose oyster and urban grey (brownish grey + greenish grey). Very zen-ish. Me loves. On top of that, got my room a new and slick spotlight lamp with yellowish-orangey light!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while snapping this picture, patrick fell into the frame. damn. these things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTER-SCHOOL GAMES 09/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oir5nchFI/AAAAAAAAEaE/m-knle0oA9E/s1600-h/floorball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oir5nchFI/AAAAAAAAEaE/m-knle0oA9E/s400/floorball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425186838717170770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly I didn't see myself playing so many sports this winter. was seriously hoping to chill my holidays off without traveling back too often to pulau NTU. But sadly, I was tasked to be frisbee captain and hence I couldn't escape other sports either. Well, played for floorball, captain's ball and the awesome futsal, once again. Got ourselves into the quarterfinals for futsal, quite proud of my girls. Good job. Unfortunately, I got my toe stubbed and sprained during the last futsal match. Which was sad. That made me ineligible to play for frisbee preliminaries since I was injured 3 days prior the match. Well, something about this frisbee shit that pissed me off real bad. The bloody match was cancelled FOUR TIMES. HELLO, not once, not twice, NOT thrice...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT FOUR FREAKING TIMES!&lt;/span&gt; And all within an hour prior the games. Damnit. First 2 were due to the site issue. Fine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LAST TWO TIMES WERE CANCELLED DUE TO RAIN AND THERE WASN'T EVEN RAIN! &lt;/span&gt;Best part was, I phoned all my members the NIGHT before the match to reassure them the match on the next morning wouldn't be cancelled. In the end, all my members were so zzzzz about the whole postponing thingie, they gave up and hence left my team to be walked over. Damn those organisers. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, on to the happier note. Here's our champion shot right after we thrashed the School of Chemical Engineering for futsal, 13-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oirRl2nzI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/eS0NQzmu-9s/s1600-h/soccer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oirRl2nzI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/eS0NQzmu-9s/s400/soccer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425186827973074738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another shot, before we lost to SPMS, 1-8. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oiq9mxA8I/AAAAAAAAEZ0/dQ7Ch4CDu4A/s1600-h/soccer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oiq9mxA8I/AAAAAAAAEZ0/dQ7Ch4CDu4A/s400/soccer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425186822608192450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, had fun. That's the whole objective, right?&lt;br /&gt;WRONG! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINGCHONGCHUNGCHENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oisSsNa9I/AAAAAAAAEaM/SqH4hhKr-xE/s1600-h/chungcheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oisSsNa9I/AAAAAAAAEaM/SqH4hhKr-xE/s400/chungcheng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425186845448039378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my girls after my matches just a few days before 2009 came to a close.&lt;br /&gt;Went to dine @ soup spoon and snapped some awesome shots before we head back home. This time round, we headed back home ULTRA early. Ah Char had terrible cramps and REFUSED to drink her panadol powder while I was aching all over from the games. So we decided to meet properly some time next year to make up for the short meeting we had. But hey, kinda enjoyed that short moment. We talked a lot more this time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KBOX SUCKS BUT ASTON'S ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok6k9vROI/AAAAAAAAEak/CJKXwAjO32g/s1600-h/awesomefood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok6k9vROI/AAAAAAAAEak/CJKXwAjO32g/s400/awesomefood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425189289894823138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah eh, this steak picture just gives me goosebumps. Makes me hungry x1000000! Damnit. But me loves. Anyways, met up with my dearrrrr Ftang, aka my bestie from JC for some kbox love and some ketchup. Met up @ downtown east's kbox for some morning screaming and lunch and we were kinda disappointed. Service sucked, food was horrible, and best of all, kbox experience was simply.......like a nightmare. Couldn't find the latest songs, songs got cut, blabla. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to plaza sing and cathay to chill and munch. Ate at Aston's and OMG, its DAMN good for the price we paid. Hello $14.90 for a steak set lehhhh! Where to find?! Tsk. And yeah, we camwhored, too. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok6aS0GZI/AAAAAAAAEac/xX9q-dx5a2c/s1600-h/felnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok6aS0GZI/AAAAAAAAEac/xX9q-dx5a2c/s400/felnme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425189287030430098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much chillin', we headed down to ION. Needed to get my Havaianas replaced. Sigh. My old pair of Havis was separated from each other after the stupid painters painted my entire house. So anyways, went to ION to find the model of my old pair. Unfortunately, I think they were all sold out. Settled for SAND GOLD instead. Sigh. Ah well. New beginning. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok56T-liI/AAAAAAAAEaU/cieZttw6ffo/s1600-h/havis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok56T-liI/AAAAAAAAEaU/cieZttw6ffo/s400/havis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425189278445377058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me loves! :*&lt;br /&gt;ate some supper sugar @ this cake/american diner place @ the wheelock. ordered a bananarama choc bomb cake and a durian choc bomb cake. OMG. both were simply orgasmic. I should do a review of those cakes soon. I hope I'm not too lazy then. Wahaha. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MY AMERICAN BOY...HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oiqUhdLBI/AAAAAAAAEZs/annW1a9aru4/s1600-h/18675_270988970794_654065794_4880030_301490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oiqUhdLBI/AAAAAAAAEZs/annW1a9aru4/s400/18675_270988970794_654065794_4880030_301490_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425186811580066834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oyeZHALyI/AAAAAAAAEbM/YcnjMq4YU3U/s1600-h/andy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oyd6ssAsI/AAAAAAAAEbE/2cTpkVqGJoc/s1600-h/andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oyd6ssAsI/AAAAAAAAEbE/2cTpkVqGJoc/s400/andy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425204190675468994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oyeZHALyI/AAAAAAAAEbM/YcnjMq4YU3U/s1600-h/andy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0oyeZHALyI/AAAAAAAAEbM/YcnjMq4YU3U/s400/andy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425204198838906658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very flattering photos. But if you track back, to the boxing day pictures, he looked better in there. Mustache is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; his kinda thingie. So anyways, met up with this boy during the weekends to have some decent American meal. Went to TGI Friday's at the Heeren's. Love the food, esp. their peanut butter chocolate pie and their Jack Daniel's meals! Omg. You guys should really try this at least ONCE! And yeah, chilled over movies and supper. Gave him my panels of Songkran as a parting gift before he heads back to Germany for 3 more sick months of army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;till the next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&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/964070568530937586-4263455779455954931?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4263455779455954931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4263455779455954931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4263455779455954931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4263455779455954931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-glance.html' title='at a glance'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S0ok7p0NksI/AAAAAAAAEa0/XP0WCM5wh_I/s72-c/partyfinal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3428623577921922199</id><published>2010-01-01T07:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:48:19.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;2009 was certainly a good and bad year. It gave me emotional highs and lows, to be exact, the extreme highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with making new friends, learning more skills in school, making peace with my professor, mending broken friendships, and of course, learning new things and upgrading myself, 2009 certainly did give me some morale boost in between. Controversies in school, lost of some friends, deaths of MJ and Brittany Murphy, uncertainty in my religion and of course, the dip of my relationship with my virgin experience in a BGR. These are some of the things that brought me down real bad. Things did start out good, I don't deny. In fact, I was quite happy with the start of the semester in January, until things turned a little awry. Nonetheless, without these falls, I will never be the person I am today. 2009 ended with an awesome bang, an A+, a virgin A+ in university. That's more than I could ask for. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my room and the entire house receives new coats of colours, as the familiar pink room I used to sleep in goes into the path of memories, as my face receives a new bang and a thinner layer of curls, 2010 will be better and the bad will all go away, leaving only the best memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-3428623577921922199?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3428623577921922199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3428623577921922199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3428623577921922199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3428623577921922199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-was-certainly-good-and-bad-year.html' title='hello 2010'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-8703437419344430620</id><published>2009-12-30T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:53:41.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;OH. MY. FUCKING. GOODNESS. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A FUCKING + FOR ASIAN FILM HISTORY! WOOOOOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SzpCCTSswGI/AAAAAAAAEYc/YGRk8kerzT8/s1600-h/results.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SzpCCTSswGI/AAAAAAAAEYc/YGRk8kerzT8/s400/results.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420717708799688802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;for your info, S is satisfactory. I SU-ed my French. I DIDN'T FAIL ANYTHING, OK! and my B+s are all seriously, God-given...so...THANK YOU!&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/964070568530937586-8703437419344430620?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/8703437419344430620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=8703437419344430620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8703437419344430620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/8703437419344430620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SzpCCTSswGI/AAAAAAAAEYc/YGRk8kerzT8/s72-c/results.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3215917005864675981</id><published>2009-12-27T04:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:46:30.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Lemme just say something before I go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH. MY. FUCKING. GOODNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg lar. I think being single is seriously the best part about this year's xmas holidays, though I kept complaining to my peers about that before xmas and even told everyone that I wanted xmas to come and go fast, but come to think of it.......HEY....xmas this year was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;XMAS EVE. 24.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to catch the stupid chipmunk movie with ma maison...wasn't a very good movie, per say, but just felt like wasting money to catch something cute. HAHA. so after that we went over to brotzeit cos ma maison wanted to try. ordered my usual affensaft with mango juice and nurnberger sausages, while he ordered......some funny white smoked chicken sausage with Laugen pretzel and a weissbier with coke. was good! love the food, as usual, the service and the food didn't fail me. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma maison had to go for a clubbing thingie at ButterFac. so we parted ways and I went to meet prataboy for his midnight mass service. met his family...they were very nice, and his sister is DAMN pretty. and it's also the FIRST TIME I've ever seen him in a suit. woots. (; so after the service, we went over to his indo-chinese friend's place at thompson. their common friends came over and they had fun talking and chilling out with each other with beer and shisha. and i have to say, i'm kinda hooked on shisha. D; pathetic. so yeah, everything ended around 4ish-5. had fun. had fun, heehee. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;XMAS. 25.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with producer. heehee. this girl has been sick for so long. so i decided to drag her out to play before my school resumes and before she dies of boredom from work. met up to go walk around 313. in the end we only hung out in f21 and that was it. HAHA. bought some accessories and collected my TANGS STUDIO bag from my seller. super sweet girl. hahaha. went for marche for dinner @ 1700hr to avoid the crowd. and thank goodness, we manage to finish our food just when the crowd started coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to taka and far east to shop a bit before we meet up with prataboy. producer had to go back early to get materials for baking and so she left and prataboy drove us to marina for our sherlock holmes @ 2200hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goddamn movie is SO bloody good. i can seriously weep. the dialogues were so cute, sarcastic and humorous at the same time. like honestly, which movie with so much dialogues recently is commendable? almost none. either its boring or.......it's just too intelligent/corny. either way. and so yeah...wanted to head down to Butter aft the movie but I guess prataboy needs to rest and I've gotta go home to sleep, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BOXING DAY. 26.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a captain's ball interschool game at 1200hr in school. had to wake up freaking early to prepare and head down to the other end of sg. gah. best part was....we lost. T.T damn sad can. haiz. so anyways, after the game, vespagirl came over to my hall with me to bathe and change. hang around a bit then she drove home while I went to meet my seller for another bag I got online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home to nap a lil before i go meet pj and her friends for homeclub free flow. met up with the girls at 10pm @ clarke quay. and omgwtfbbq, i love pj's friends! damn funny crowd. heh heh. so yeah anyways, we got our drinks, danced a lil and had a bit of fun @ the home club. it's quite a pity that i don't enjoy trance and house music. we left hc for butter at 1 and thank god for fifi, we managed to get free entries tonight, ALL 15 OF US. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. the rnb and hiphop tonight was damn fucking good. danced all the way. then the crowd migrated to Fash. music there wasn't my kinda thing. haha. so too bad. nua-ed. got to know new friends and caught up with the old ones. happy. at 4ish. pj, fifi and I shared cab back to pasir ris while the rest sorted their locations themselves. heehee. had the wildest clubbing experience ever tonight. and omg, i don't think i'll ever forget tonight in years. heh! don't think something similar is gonna happen again. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i seriously summarised everything to it's minimal...when I've got time and energy, i'll prolly expand. but meanwhile...i need to visit lalaland. gute nacht, ppl. merry xmas. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-3215917005864675981?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3215917005864675981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3215917005864675981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3215917005864675981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3215917005864675981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-09.html' title='xmas &apos;09'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-6311660393637781405</id><published>2009-12-21T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:36:34.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;right person, wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;darn. should have broken up with that fucked up bastard ex when that right one was knocking.&lt;br /&gt;fuck. now things are so screwed. *rawr*&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life, sometimes. God is so unfair. *whines*&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/964070568530937586-6311660393637781405?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/6311660393637781405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=6311660393637781405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6311660393637781405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/6311660393637781405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2009/12/right-person-wrong-time.html' title=''/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-4519852848926499789</id><published>2009-12-15T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:11:17.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Was talking to Cristiano Arozoo Ronaldo about Eiffel Tower pictures...then it occured to me that I took some pretty nice shots while I was there. Well, here they are...well, no theme. Just a random post. So yeah. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Syc2CO2eeyI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/hncshp_n26k/s1600-h/P1100945+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Syc2CO2eeyI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/hncshp_n26k/s400/P1100945+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415356488910535458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Syc2BgAd49I/AAAAAAAAEXI/wi6WM9lrjyk/s1600-h/baby+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Syc2BgAd49I/AAAAAAAAEXI/wi6WM9lrjyk/s400/baby+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415356476335973330" 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/964070568530937586-4519852848926499789?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/4519852848926499789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=4519852848926499789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4519852848926499789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/4519852848926499789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2009/12/paris.html' title='paris'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Syc2CO2eeyI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/hncshp_n26k/s72-c/P1100945+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3832685587745997535</id><published>2009-12-13T22:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:04:50.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Ok. So...I'm gonna blog about my Phuket trip. It's quite an enjoyable one, well, not exactly including the miscommunications that we had between ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day didn't really start well, had a little quarrel with my parents before I left for the airport. Totally had my mood spoilt. But thank goodness, these people whom I traveled with lightened my mood quite a bit! Beyng, commando and Rila Gila came 20 minutes after I arrived. Prataboy, as usual, LATE. Checked in and had some Maccas breakie. It wasn't long before we boarded the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane ride was quite entertaining. Had some OLs in front of us reprimanding us while we were having fun. -.- Those boring old hags. Well anyway, we reached Phuket International Airport at 10 in the morning. Went to rent an SUV and checked into our rooms at the Leelawadi Boutique Hotel near Patong Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU8X7gAjtI/AAAAAAAAEW0/o-bgU8xuYIk/s1600-h/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU8X7gAjtI/AAAAAAAAEW0/o-bgU8xuYIk/s400/p1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414800508789493458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU70o1dteI/AAAAAAAAEWs/bJemw8ta9t8/s1600-h/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU70o1dteI/AAAAAAAAEWs/bJemw8ta9t8/s400/p2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799902483789282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Drove to somewhere to have some local delicacies for lunch. Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU70InnW2I/AAAAAAAAEWk/L3caGb4_sV4/s1600-h/p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU70InnW2I/AAAAAAAAEWk/L3caGb4_sV4/s400/p3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799893835766626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7z4cyS-I/AAAAAAAAEWc/1y0INt-GfJE/s1600-h/p4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7z4cyS-I/AAAAAAAAEWc/1y0INt-GfJE/s400/p4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799889495378914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanta was our official Thailand beverage while we were there. It's so goddamn cheap and gooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7zWFJSbI/AAAAAAAAEWU/G1scX97Cdv4/s1600-h/p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7zWFJSbI/AAAAAAAAEWU/G1scX97Cdv4/s400/p5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799880269416882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Karon Beach after lunch. Walked abit and soaked our feet in the sea. Took lots of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7zCemguI/AAAAAAAAEWM/tUkJi34hTfs/s1600-h/p6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7zCemguI/AAAAAAAAEWM/tUkJi34hTfs/s400/p6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799875007480546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7dHGJ-cI/AAAAAAAAEWE/J2T7uBdXHqA/s1600-h/p7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7dHGJ-cI/AAAAAAAAEWE/J2T7uBdXHqA/s400/p7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799498290002370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7cyhLQlI/AAAAAAAAEV8/pEtPeqfclio/s1600-h/p8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7cyhLQlI/AAAAAAAAEV8/pEtPeqfclio/s400/p8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799492766188114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7cuwDYEI/AAAAAAAAEV0/LjKULzf7JCs/s1600-h/p9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7cuwDYEI/AAAAAAAAEV0/LjKULzf7JCs/s400/p9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799491754844226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7cMJF5-I/AAAAAAAAEVs/D4ysMcijT8E/s1600-h/p10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7cMJF5-I/AAAAAAAAEVs/D4ysMcijT8E/s400/p10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799482464626658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7byGaQiI/AAAAAAAAEVk/4ZZKThZHOIw/s1600-h/p11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7byGaQiI/AAAAAAAAEVk/4ZZKThZHOIw/s400/p11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799475474055714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we weren't dressed for the beach that day, we decided to return to one of the beaches the next day. Meanwhile, we went to the supermarket to stock up on food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening came and prataboy suggested to go watch sunset at....some hill, which I can't recall the name. That place has the most BREATHTAKING views! Kinda reminds me of Mount Faber, but not quite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7RLPWDMI/AAAAAAAAEVc/aOpl0yqfemc/s1600-h/p12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7RLPWDMI/AAAAAAAAEVc/aOpl0yqfemc/s400/p12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799293243854018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7Q54LR3I/AAAAAAAAEVU/P7WG1xiJHUg/s1600-h/p12a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7Q54LR3I/AAAAAAAAEVU/P7WG1xiJHUg/s400/p12a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799288583276402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prataboy drove us all to the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7QSAcnvI/AAAAAAAAEVM/CnM4agySyLE/s1600-h/p13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7QSAcnvI/AAAAAAAAEVM/CnM4agySyLE/s400/p13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799277880549106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few pictures will do the talking for now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7QOXLOkI/AAAAAAAAEVE/Bu0UZ_2aHeE/s1600-h/p14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7QOXLOkI/AAAAAAAAEVE/Bu0UZ_2aHeE/s400/p14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799276902136386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7PoYFgDI/AAAAAAAAEU8/RcmCjUAQ1kI/s1600-h/p15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7PoYFgDI/AAAAAAAAEU8/RcmCjUAQ1kI/s400/p15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799266705408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7BfkxmlI/AAAAAAAAEU0/RwEDseULofQ/s1600-h/p16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7BfkxmlI/AAAAAAAAEU0/RwEDseULofQ/s400/p16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799023824542290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7A3bS_jI/AAAAAAAAEUs/FGZHUMtbCMk/s1600-h/p17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7A3bS_jI/AAAAAAAAEUs/FGZHUMtbCMk/s400/p17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799013047369266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7AkDo3DI/AAAAAAAAEUk/nvtZHhEQX_Q/s1600-h/p18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7AkDo3DI/AAAAAAAAEUk/nvtZHhEQX_Q/s400/p18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799007847865394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7AfwEuVI/AAAAAAAAEUc/hfDTiaopb_Q/s1600-h/p19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7AfwEuVI/AAAAAAAAEUc/hfDTiaopb_Q/s400/p19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799006692063570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7ACT4HFI/AAAAAAAAEUU/bzmCWnJv3-4/s1600-h/p20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU7ACT4HFI/AAAAAAAAEUU/bzmCWnJv3-4/s400/p20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798998789168210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset was so beautiful, I could honestly weep.&lt;br /&gt;The sky soon turned darker and our stomachs were growling. Went back to the hotel area for some cheap local delights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6ZQ6zSOI/AAAAAAAAEUM/8rBmi4_iXVg/s1600-h/p21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6ZQ6zSOI/AAAAAAAAEUM/8rBmi4_iXVg/s400/p21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798332695628002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this store by chance and it gave us the most memorable food experience in Phuket. Beyng said if he ever open a restaurant in Singapore, he'd being these folks over to cook for him everyday. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6ZEpyhuI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5SKtlk7QDcU/s1600-h/p22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6ZEpyhuI/AAAAAAAAEUE/5SKtlk7QDcU/s400/p22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798329403049698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their fried mussels, equivalent to our local &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Lua&lt;/span&gt; (fried oyster) is SO good. Beyng said he could have it for all his meals every single day. It's a plateful of seafood delight such as squids, prawns, mussels and oysters. And the best part is...it's less than S$2! The other stuff they sell were kick-ass too. Had their pork leg rice. Oh my goodness. The braised pork was soooooo fragrant and the rice was just nice and fluffy! Till date, the smell still haunts me and leaves me hungry. Gah. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, all of us brought our alcohol from the supermarket over to the hotel poolside for some chilling out time. Took lots of pictures with commando's DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prataboy drove us back to Karon beach to chill. It was a chilly night. Emo-ed at the beach while the rest fell asleep. Thank goodness these folks didn't see me cry. Well after the temperature dropped further, we headed towards the restaurant near the beach for some food. Had the BEST banana pancakes while Prataboy had fried noodles and Limeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hotel about 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast the next day was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6Y7rAmgI/AAAAAAAAET8/iKSSDoO2R6I/s1600-h/p23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6Y7rAmgI/AAAAAAAAET8/iKSSDoO2R6I/s400/p23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798326992247298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6YTm4MEI/AAAAAAAAET0/ravc2k6p2ug/s1600-h/p24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6YTm4MEI/AAAAAAAAET0/ravc2k6p2ug/s400/p24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798316237500482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed down to the beach, we ran into an accident. Had to pay 5000 baht for our mistake. Sigh. Bad start to the day. But that didn't stop us from having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6YFDf85I/AAAAAAAAETs/Qz40e2FmgjE/s1600-h/p25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU6YFDf85I/AAAAAAAAETs/Qz40e2FmgjE/s400/p25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798312331015058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU56B263pI/AAAAAAAAETk/HqY0OyjrZIM/s1600-h/p26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU56B263pI/AAAAAAAAETk/HqY0OyjrZIM/s400/p26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797796076871314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU55gaxtgI/AAAAAAAAETc/y-lic7hBfxE/s1600-h/p27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU55gaxtgI/AAAAAAAAETc/y-lic7hBfxE/s400/p27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797787100460546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU55d_ABgI/AAAAAAAAETU/6eEQFmYn38c/s1600-h/p28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU55d_ABgI/AAAAAAAAETU/6eEQFmYn38c/s400/p28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797786447087106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so bright and sunny! So many people were tanning full monty. And some were overly tanned. Commando called all these overly tanned freaks, Leatherskin. Can skin them alive and make bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was FILLED with good looking people! We met one man tanning beside us, who looked exactly like David Beckham. While we were playing in the waters, Zac Efron, Fernando Torres and hot Italian boys just flooded the place. Gosh. I wish I could stay there forever. *grins* Well, beside the point, that beach also provided extra services to boys and men...according to Prataboy, who was intimidated by the overly open Thai girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried jetski-ing with commando and Beyng. IT WAS SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU55Bez6dI/AAAAAAAAETM/vv3Zbh2TJiw/s1600-h/p29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU55Bez6dI/AAAAAAAAETM/vv3Zbh2TJiw/s400/p29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797778795882962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach thingie, some things happened and Prataboy decided to go on his own while we returned to the mussel place for dinner. After which, we headed towards the night market area for some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU54jai3CI/AAAAAAAAETE/_GXy3qpifkY/s1600-h/p30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU54jai3CI/AAAAAAAAETE/_GXy3qpifkY/s400/p30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797770724924450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to do an Abby Road pose. But photo fail. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5sBitDDI/AAAAAAAAES8/Ka0H-KAMtMU/s1600-h/p31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5sBitDDI/AAAAAAAAES8/Ka0H-KAMtMU/s400/p31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797555473910834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these ladyboys! The streets were filled with them. Honestly, some of them look so pretty, you can't even tell the difference. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5rrYaZ1I/AAAAAAAAES0/uCBuWF7qLtM/s1600-h/p32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5rrYaZ1I/AAAAAAAAES0/uCBuWF7qLtM/s400/p32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797549525165906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some crispy banana crepes to share...mmmmyum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5rTqbRNI/AAAAAAAAESs/rqQ2VlG2ZME/s1600-h/p33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5rTqbRNI/AAAAAAAAESs/rqQ2VlG2ZME/s400/p33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797543158269138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the beach to count stars and talk a bit. Realised there were quite a no. of orange lanterns released to the skies by people along the beach. They said it's good luck and wishes made while releasing the lantern will come true. I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5qyq-xpI/AAAAAAAAESk/1Bj9-KYD6R0/s1600-h/p34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5qyq-xpI/AAAAAAAAESk/1Bj9-KYD6R0/s400/p34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797534302226066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry. Hence we walked back to find some food and more drinks. Along the way, we saw these kinky stores. Oooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5qr4qjII/AAAAAAAAESc/xrNgkiLs348/s1600-h/p35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5qr4qjII/AAAAAAAAESc/xrNgkiLs348/s400/p35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797532480572546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up in Maccas. We shared cheese fries and Choc Mcflurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5TStcO5I/AAAAAAAAESU/2Js4Q3JQsl4/s1600-h/p36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5TStcO5I/AAAAAAAAESU/2Js4Q3JQsl4/s400/p36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797130585619346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to a rock bar. The music and performances were...simply....the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5TDMq8WI/AAAAAAAAESM/9yHXwq48EfQ/s1600-h/p37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5TDMq8WI/AAAAAAAAESM/9yHXwq48EfQ/s400/p37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797126421639522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ah mas had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5SrbWbNI/AAAAAAAAESE/K2h_1fj7GrI/s1600-h/p38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5SrbWbNI/AAAAAAAAESE/K2h_1fj7GrI/s400/p38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797120040758482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out at about 1 odd. We were supposed to walk back to the hotel. But somehow along the way, we saw this new club. Went in with Rila Gila and Beyng while Commando made his way back. He just wasn't a night person. It was ladies night! We all got in for free! Beyng was lucky because it was 1 hour before closing hence it was no charges for men, but no free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't happening at all. But the club interior was DAMN nice. The lights and the walls were gorgeous! I think it's nicer than what we have here in Singapore. Pity, the crowd wasn't as high as the local ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day came. Pretty quickly. Prataboy drove us all to the factory outlets for some shopping! But, it was quite disappointing though. ): The prices were damn high. Kinda cheated our feelings. But I managed to buy a pair of Roxy slippers for S$7! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked past the Nike store. Saw a bunch of Man Utd and Ronaldo stuff. Went crazyyyyy!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5SVPXr8I/AAAAAAAAER8/kT20uNntK1Y/s1600-h/p39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5SVPXr8I/AAAAAAAAER8/kT20uNntK1Y/s400/p39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797114084929474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5R992H1I/AAAAAAAAER0/pcVoBNkUkBI/s1600-h/p40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU5R992H1I/AAAAAAAAER0/pcVoBNkUkBI/s400/p40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414797107837411154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;muahahaha. Had prataboy to snap the photos for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Prataboy drove us out of the boring factory outlets and brought us to their local street market instead! Got myself some nice accessories and nail polish while the boys bought some apparels and shades...we soon headed towards the airport. Food at the airport was insanely priced. Well...no choice. Since our car was returned we could only hang around the airport vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane ride back was quite ok, well, since most of us slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the trip was good. Had fun. Thank you to ya all who made this trip possible. (;&lt;br /&gt;Till the nxt one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-3832685587745997535?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/3832685587745997535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=3832685587745997535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3832685587745997535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/3832685587745997535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2009/12/phuket.html' title='Phuket'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyU8X7gAjtI/AAAAAAAAEW0/o-bgU8xuYIk/s72-c/p1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-7968148774804690894</id><published>2009-12-13T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:20:58.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;It was kinda last minute. Efilxus asked the night before if I was interested in this movie called &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/An_Education" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Since I haven't exactly heard of it, and the trailer seem quite interesting, decided to go watch it. Strange enough, this movie is only screened at one location, which is Vivo GV Europa and has only one timing available. If you missed it, you'd miss the show of the day. Thanks to Efilxus, who's a film junkie, I didn't miss out on this fabulous not-so-commercial show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyTVFb2cCDI/AAAAAAAAERs/_eEgka6_8I8/s1600-h/poster_an_education+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyTVFb2cCDI/AAAAAAAAERs/_eEgka6_8I8/s400/poster_an_education+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414686941358327858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we met at vivo's GV last evening before the movie to get the tickets and the snacks. The theater was full, which was kinda expected. Haha. We could only get the third row despite the early booking we made. :\ Ah well. Good shows are worth the bad seats anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the movie till its last bit! The desaturated colour of the film, the setting, the costumes, and characters, they blend in so well together. Feels very comfortable to watch the entire show without much adjusting on my seat, which I'd usually do whenever I'm sitting so up front, watching a hollywood/highly recommended blockbuster. The OST played throughout the movie was so relaxing and just gives you the urge to go sit at some big rock on the beach and feel the wind in your face while your hair is blown away from your face gently. It's really that good. Seeing all the familiar scenes from London, Paris and Oxford, it seemed to bring me back to the days when I was traveling after my summer school in Germany. The actress is really pretty...and the acting of the entire cast was simply......the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to do a spoiler here, for the sake of those who are tempted to go catch the show. It's really a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonyclassics.com/aneducation/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Education Official Website&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efilxus and I decided to stay all the way till the end of the credits before making our way down to Plaza Singapura for dinner at Cafe Cartel. Shared a platter for 3 and a milk shake. Got us some free piggy xmas soft toys. Walked around Orchard before we headed to the bus stop for 518. On the way, we passed the new shopping mall, 313. It's OMGAMAZING! The Forever21 in there is a freaking THREE STOREY retail store and it's packed with SOOOOOOO much goodies! Can't wait for it to open later this year! That shopping mall is a little devil, one shopping trip in that place and you'd be declared a bankrupt, especially for a shopping junkie like me! Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we were walking to the bus stop, we can't help but notice how bad the Orchard lightings are this year. It's just seem like lots of randomly thrown dangling lights on those trees and buildings. Too bright. too ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait for the bus was a painful wait. The bus ride was super long as well, but thankfully, Efilxus and I had quite some things to catch up on, so we just continued to talk till he alighted in Tampines. Poor boy, the bus just didn't stop at the bus stop he was suppose to alight in Bedok. Sigh. Thank goodness, he made it back home, safe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed out on ZoukOut last night...pity.&lt;br /&gt;Well, till then. I hope I'd have energy to blog about Phuket. For those who are on my FB, the pictures are up and....yeah...till then...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS changed the blog header, the titles of my side panel and added a song...will do more changes soon...be surprised...(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964070568530937586-7968148774804690894?l=iluvcris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/feeds/7968148774804690894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964070568530937586&amp;postID=7968148774804690894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7968148774804690894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964070568530937586/posts/default/7968148774804690894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvcris.blogspot.com/2009/12/education.html' title='An Education'/><author><name>♥jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01456038515048406671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/S4_Hv1H4Q-I/AAAAAAAAEzE/Kh9xWwQl2j0/S220/flea2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SyTVFb2cCDI/AAAAAAAAERs/_eEgka6_8I8/s72-c/poster_an_education+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964070568530937586.post-3610940120967567119</id><published>2009-12-01T00:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:43:41.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Universities Ranking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPpZND2xJI/AAAAAAAAEOA/icxLpNuCvLM/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPpZND2xJI/AAAAAAAAEOA/icxLpNuCvLM/s320/Picture+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;Well hello. Recently, the results of the world's best universities came out. So, being very concerned about current affairs, I went to check it out. Over here, we see the World's ranking for top universities in the world. As you can see, Harvard, Yale and Cambridge, as usual, topped the chart again. Well like...duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPrsJMw4FI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/t4-C_q-yMsU/s1600/nus_2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPrsJMw4FI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/t4-C_q-yMsU/s320/nus_2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPromo5smI/AAAAAAAAEOI/-dqNKrIW6YA/s1600/ntu_2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPromo5smI/AAAAAAAAEOI/-dqNKrIW6YA/s320/ntu_2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, such schools aside. Let's just take a look at LOCAL ones in Singapore. Here's the ranking of &lt;b&gt;National University of Singapore&lt;/b&gt;. Hmmm, not bad, still &lt;b&gt;30th&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;Let's take a look at the rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;ok....now...&lt;b&gt;Nanyang Technological University&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;b&gt;73rd&lt;/b&gt;. Not that bad! Still within the top 100! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;Nice...and &lt;b&gt;Singapore Management University&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPuK--1K0I/AAAAAAAAEOY/1Y8We-0Y5pU/s1600/smu.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPuK--1K0I/AAAAAAAAEOY/1Y8We-0Y5pU/s320/smu.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;Woots! Though a pretty new school, they manage to be the &lt;b&gt;89th best business school&lt;/b&gt; internationally!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPoa1jX3QI/AAAAAAAAENQ/c_yhiRgQTzQ/s1600/no_sim.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPoa1jX3QI/AAAAAAAAENQ/c_yhiRgQTzQ/s320/no_sim.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;Ok, let's not forget &lt;b&gt;Singapore Institute of Management&lt;/b&gt; alright....afterall, they have been here since....1964? Should have some form of ranking right...let's check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;hmmm....top 500+++, dun have....SIGH...&lt;b&gt;SIM &lt;/b&gt;WHERE ARE YOU? )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPzFlZcqbI/AAAAAAAAEOg/RiDMTtfrYts/s1600/chiangmai.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxPzFlZcqbI/AAAAAAAAEOg/RiDMTtfrYts/s320/chiangmai.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;even Chiang Mai Uni made it to the list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;Ok. After searching for a LONG time, NO SIM. So I figured, prolly because it is a private university, and hence no ranking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;I think it's rather unfair to judge SIM based on the fact that it's a private university. Let's see the respective universities it's in collaboration with, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Sxbrc7NvLoI/AAAAAAAAEOo/__JLH62vZpw/s1600-h/RMIT.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Sxbrc7NvLoI/AAAAAAAAEOo/__JLH62vZpw/s320/RMIT.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;RMIT... 223rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxbrhEe4WwI/AAAAAAAAEPA/uJY6dJ2SyC0/s1600-h/UOL4.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxbrhEe4WwI/AAAAAAAAEPA/uJY6dJ2SyC0/s320/UOL4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Sxbrf2V9czI/AAAAAAAAEO4/tzozQ_z4rwc/s1600-h/UOL3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/Sxbrf2V9czI/AAAAAAAAEO4/tzozQ_z4rwc/s320/UOL3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxbrebnTrvI/AAAAAAAAEOw/F90floNRVFU/s1600-h/UOL1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxuMVVvwzZM/SxbrebnTrvI/AAAAAAAAEOw/F90floNRVFU/s320/UOL1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;There were so many UOLs...and so I just googled them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;...164th for UOL no. 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family
