<?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-7701616101078624764</id><updated>2012-02-15T12:20:06.222+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Lucky'/><category term='Exam Stress'/><category term='B.O.L'/><category term='Spirits Of Love'/><category term='Curang'/><category term='All-American Rejects'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Tragedy'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Eye Candy'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Hello'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Electronic Gadgets'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Penang'/><category term='Inspirational Stories'/><category term='Noobshitz'/><category term='FunQuiz'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='DiGi Music'/><category term='Nuffnang'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Cheerful Life of Choya</title><subtitle type='html'>Experience the colours of life in a contemporary blog of an island girl, Choya! Admission.... 0 cent!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-2686846992193255448</id><published>2010-05-30T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:56:52.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits Of Love'/><title type='text'>It Doesn't Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It was a perfect night only with my own imperfections,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We stood high, gazing across the rock palate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The view was absolute, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My feelings.... were fairly good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As the night sighed its cool and comforting breeze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We fell in closer as we have never been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yet I feel there's barrier between us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Almost an invisible gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Could it be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Could it be you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My heart sure skipped a beat as reality injected its poison,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;While fantasy remained my temporary morphine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanted so much for this time to stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This sin is so insanely pure and divine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So powerful I couldn't decline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But I knew each time these fairytale thoughts sunk in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I was wasting more time dwelling in my own despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Than letting you know all these felt within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Until you silently reached out for my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I knew it didn't matter anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It didn't matter when you have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It didn't matter how you're going to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It didn't matter you will leave me again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know I have found what I have been searching..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I found Love in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love is then real but it often never lasts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Again this time, I'm choosing Pride over Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But if you are reading this now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know you'll get your answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who is it all along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For the time to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It doesn't matter how painful when I think bout tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It doesn't matter how awful I am going to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It shall remind me of my once loving feeling.. for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just another piece of self-poetic-literature..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-2686846992193255448?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/2686846992193255448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=2686846992193255448&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2686846992193255448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2686846992193255448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-doesnt-matter.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Matter'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-2211624461992726507</id><published>2010-02-28T01:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T02:06:59.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountain of Inner Devotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I walk down this road of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;I know it is leading me to a fountain of sin&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I will choose to leave all promised divinity&lt;br /&gt;If I know I will see you at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the grand darkness,&lt;br /&gt;How I am seeing much more of myself&lt;br /&gt;In the great depth&lt;br /&gt;How I feel free to venture free as an unbound soul&lt;br /&gt;I feel you everywhere, foolish sentiments&lt;br /&gt;Oh they are...&lt;br /&gt;And I know I will see you at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coldness creeps in&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;Two pairs of undaunted eyes&lt;br /&gt;We exchange gazes of eternal bonding&lt;br /&gt;Dive and rise as we go&lt;br /&gt;Against all odds&lt;br /&gt;Freedom are all ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel with our delicate senses&lt;br /&gt;Witness with our fine eyes&lt;br /&gt;Needless for words&lt;br /&gt;Anymore, as we do not listen&lt;br /&gt;To the lies, laments and criticisms..&lt;br /&gt;Of the hypocritical world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We. Belong. Together.&lt;br /&gt;No Limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/S41PLmOxWFI/AAAAAAAACao/61Sk6EKpWGY/s1600-h/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/S41PLmOxWFI/AAAAAAAACao/61Sk6EKpWGY/s320/waves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444094585220454482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to all souls ought to be set free :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Saudari Hazel&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/7701616101078624764-2211624461992726507?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/2211624461992726507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=2211624461992726507&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2211624461992726507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2211624461992726507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2010/02/fountain-of-inner-devotions.html' title='Fountain of Inner Devotions'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/S41PLmOxWFI/AAAAAAAACao/61Sk6EKpWGY/s72-c/waves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1041635885952607409</id><published>2010-01-31T01:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:09:58.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Stitching A Cloud of Dream</title><content type='html'>Hey.... it's been a while since I last wrote. Err.. correction! I did actually write alot of posts, just that they are incomplete ones LOls :P Pending to be published!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I've lost my personal therapeutic session - writing and expressing but it's because I have been really busy stitching a cloud of dream :) Yes, life itself is like a dream and we are never asleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what exactly do I mean? You will know when it's time! As for now, I can only pray for storms to pause and rain to go away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mixture of feelings tonight, mostly regarding my life so far... at the age of 22. What have I achieved or have I made any statement that is ought to be remembered for life? Or am I not satisfied with what I already attained because I keep looking at life through a microscope? Amplifying manifold, an invisible speck unsurprisingly becomes an insurmountable mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it but yes, I have unknowingly chasing after something in life that I myself do not know what is that missing piece that gives the final completion to my puzzle. I am not sure if it's even an object, a human or just an imagination. I just know I'm waiting for that time to come, and that is when my life will begin- all over again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel my life is at a perfect pace (I might think otherwise tomorrow :P) I might "grow up" a little bit quickly but it's just what I can do, a step closer to finding the last piece of puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my mum have accepted the fact that I've grown up. Less naggings and she seemed to have started to trust in me that I can get hold of myself and maneuver my own wheel of life. Happy for that, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bedtime now at 2 a.m, always the best time of the day :) Cold and quiet, a peaceful spirit sings a happy song :) It's random to say this out of the blue, but I just realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have started to love myself more.  And it's when you learn to love yourself, you open your heart to loving someone else, and it's when someone else will love you in return :) Nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Valentines Day in advance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Treasure the person who walks this far in life with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Through times are bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Remember how the love story once unfolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Through times are good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And waive on the page how the love story will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Till death do us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tung hing-&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/7701616101078624764-1041635885952607409?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1041635885952607409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1041635885952607409&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1041635885952607409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1041635885952607409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2010/01/stictching-cloud-of-dream.html' title='Stitching A Cloud of Dream'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-8738615744647690306</id><published>2009-12-02T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T04:15:18.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>Time really flies. Just a year ago, I got my eyes on Twilight and was way crazy over Rob Pattinson. Patiently and anxiously, waited and waited for New Moon to come back and was thinking about it almost everyday. 365 days had passed in a blink of an eye and New Moon has returned and I shall proudly say, it's better than Twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good CastsSss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SxVpQf5-cJI/AAAAAAAACZw/tHl56aHbi-I/s1600/new-moon-poster-new-moon-movie-3014220-400-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410346259519008914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SxVpQf5-cJI/AAAAAAAACZw/tHl56aHbi-I/s400/new-moon-poster-new-moon-movie-3014220-400-600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still think Rob Pattinson is hot and amazing, but somehow find his character a little bit boring, yea.. he's supposed to be the emo guy but..... alrite forget it! He's still cute tho! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's December and 2009 will be coming to an end, fast huh? New Moon is the peak for me and I'm glad it's not a disappointment! Other than that, 2009 is not a good year for me. It's a year that I wandered really alot, got myself really lost, found myself back and trapped in a dead end.. it's just... I'm just glad it's going to be over soon. At least, I know I'm closer to the day... the day I've always been dreaming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the brighter side, 2009 is a breakthrough period for myself too. At least, things fall as I planned towards the end of the year coupled with some surprises too, like AAR Reality Check :P I know this doesn't sound that right for a 21 year old girl who is supposed to be studying and sitting for exams, enjoying her youth in campus and all sorts... but I do find some kinda peace of satisfaction in my job now as a beauty therapist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm a beauty therapist, I admit I still have a long way to go to be top note beauty myself LOLOLOLs :D All I know is that, beauty doesnt come free... alot of work, time and money involved here for a woman to feel and look good. Of cuz, God is unfair and it's not a crime to be born less perfect or ugly but it's definitely a crime not to put in effort to look pleasant :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... it really feels great earning an income, that helps out the family a little, for ourselves, for the near future.. it's the sense of adulthood. And I have no idea why I'm such a rushie to grow up, maybe it's because I've always wanted to be independent, bitter childhood memories, to be in control or maybe.. I just want my own Life. A Life that is branded, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be turning 22 in a month, when age is just a figure but time has its calls. I'm not afraid of getting old but I do have a phobia as time travels because there are much things I want to see, to feel, to honour, to trust, to love about the world out there and if I were to die tomorrow, I know I'll regret not having them accomplished :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true that there are some dreams one lifetime is not enough to catch, but there will some dreams that come true if you only learn to believe and be initiative. Dreams don't come if you don't rest your mind and find it through the sleeps of souls. Let go of the stronghold that deceives you, what matters at the end of the day is be grateful that you're waking up everyday to the world that belongs to you- family, friends, soulmates, pets... anyone that you know lives for you and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HappY BeLatEd ThaNksGivIng!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-8738615744647690306?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8738615744647690306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=8738615744647690306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8738615744647690306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8738615744647690306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SxVpQf5-cJI/AAAAAAAACZw/tHl56aHbi-I/s72-c/new-moon-poster-new-moon-movie-3014220-400-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1641777386511366602</id><published>2009-11-05T00:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:14:37.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All-American Rejects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DiGi Music'/><title type='text'>A Date With The All-American Rejects</title><content type='html'>I know it's a shit that I haven't been updating my blog for a month, err.. more than a month I guess :P But there's a saying that goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Good things will come to the ones who wait. Be patient! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, I've been a very good girl &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't deny yourself..)&lt;/span&gt; and have been really patient with God for all the obstacles and happenings in 2009 that have drilled me down, where lives are only painted in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;, and I.. I am just overwhelmed by His reward for my perseverance :) Yah, all I've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like any other ordinary night, I changed into my pj and hopped onto my bed where my lovely red companion lies- my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inspiron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and played one of my favourite songs from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When The Wind Blows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* It was getting closer to &lt;strong&gt;10th of October&lt;/strong&gt; each second of the day, am I going or not to go to their concert? Roses would have gone into extinction if I hadn't received this electrifying email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dear Tung Hing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You have been chosen as the Grand Prize winner of the DiGi Music Club Blogging Contest for your interesting blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have won yourself a 'Round Table' session with The All-American Rejects as well as a Sony Ericsson W760 Mobile Phone and one (1) ticket to The All-American Rejects concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details for the concert is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Date: Saturday, 10 October&lt;br /&gt;Time: To Be Confirmed (after 2pm)&lt;br /&gt;Venue: One World Hotel (Function room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reply this email with a confirmation of your attendance as well as the questions that you are going to ask The All-American Rejects by Monday (5/10/09) noon (12pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and congratulations again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Best Regards,Nicki Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I couldn't comprehend sentences and reality that well at that moment, as if I had never heard or seen the word, &lt;strong&gt;Grand Prize&lt;/strong&gt; in my life and there wasn't any feelings felt, yah. I was dumb-struck for a couple of minutes, reading over and over again the text before I finally went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++FrEnZiEee++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I screamed, I laughed, I hopped, I rolled... everything at the same time and I broke into tears while my uncle came in to check on me.. Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call it silly at all, everyone has their own a-million-dollar feeling, probably you don't get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; so much as me, probably you think rockstars are cornholes.. whatever, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; means alot to me.. I have been talking about them so much, listening to their soongs endlessly and have been dreaming of their concerts.. and this! ThIs IS IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;strong&gt;31st of October&lt;/strong&gt; (it's the reschedule of their world tour due to Tyson's knee surgery), I embarked on my little adventure to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All-American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;. Yea... That's so much passion I have for these wonderful guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the Round Table Session which I have won, I was cordially invited to the Press Conference by DiGi as well. I turned up slightly earlier to Nikko Hotel to check the place out, well I'm not too sure if it looks like a 5 star hotel but the catering service was quite satisfying and uplifting for the guests :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400287441015446274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvGs0M66mwI/AAAAAAAACXw/VD-lgMnuPAE/s400/DSC00200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this looked really good but i did not have a mouth on that, was busy checking out here and there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400287435640737826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvGsz45fECI/AAAAAAAACXo/SGbKzmHPiVs/s400/DSC00198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know what, these pretty pieces did taste as yummy as it looked... I had a few of them while waiting AAR :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, they had a main course corner too which was at the other corner of the Junior Ballroom but I was too excited for a maincourse so I passed it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DiGi Registration Booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400287425812526642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvGszUSQdjI/AAAAAAAACXg/c09rn_CCfFg/s400/DSC00194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was expecting to see tonnes of people hording around the Press Conference Venue which to my dismay, there wasn't much people and I was happy bout it. Pure touch of exclusivity :) Just the people from press, media and some winners! I met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt; and Ean from Hitz.fm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, wanted to grab a picture with them but I didn't think my battery would be sufficient for so many photos :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Press Conference was supposed to start at 2pm and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; turned up at 1.45pm and I was loitering with a bunch of sweeties when suddenly I heard a familiar voice coming up from the escalator, I turned and sweet enough it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Aww~ He stood tall and amazing! My heart melted =}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; announced their presence and as they walked towards the stage backed up with the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gives You Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I was feeling so dreamy... what I'd got to say? I got to meet my favourite band alive, right before my eyes! They have never been so real...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401016433371435122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRD1JEm0HI/AAAAAAAACX4/nvqJGbnQEpk/s400/DSC00217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;everyone cared more about taking photos of them than listening to what Tyson had got to say :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Due to time constraints, the organisers were rather more impatient than the artists themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I almost got a great photo from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looking into my camera when the bitch shove him away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401016435848856210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRD1STRQpI/AAAAAAAACYA/d_ux90xzrFA/s400/DSC00222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can I fucking know the reason why Malaysian bodyguards are so short and rounded??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just right before the table session, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who was in charge of the Nuffnang winners introduced all us to one another and it was an amazing time to get to know a bunch of new friends there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400287413836484386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvGsynq8jyI/AAAAAAAACXQ/KOhu7u-0j_8/s400/_DSC1042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;from left: Bryan, Shakira, Vanessa, Me, Jessica &amp;amp; Tian Chad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks girls and boys for the great hangout, before and after the session :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The moments we had at the round table session with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mike and Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was truly a wonderful experience, and thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for uploading that video into his blog, check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.bryanlyt.com/"&gt;http://www.bryanlyt.com/&lt;/a&gt; We weren't supposed to bring in any cameras or videos into the session room but heck we care :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400287418266630754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvGsy4LLOmI/AAAAAAAACXY/VGAusK1JiS0/s400/_DSC1050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mike with his Jesus smile and Chris looking as cool as ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401016445646421730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRD12zMPuI/AAAAAAAACYI/H0ggKveKcrw/s400/DSC00231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;will always love this pic cuz Nick is in it, and Tyson too of course no matter how blur it is =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401020577739620930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRHmYC-wkI/AAAAAAAACZQ/UimABrL7BIA/s400/15152_1194010264033_1641724278_495788_1825327_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this pic is legendary, it is historical, it is priceless... aww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I looked freaking tired in this picture, yeah I was... waking up at 3 a.m and that time was already 5 p.m.. O.o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nevertheless...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I Love Tyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) He has really good vocals...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stars do not always have great pics taken spot on..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Razel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for all the pics.. Lols!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401016464367652050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRD28irjNI/AAAAAAAACYY/p6vYB04KSGs/s400/DSC00232.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tyson looking utterly creepy in this pic &gt;.&lt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like a serial killer being caught :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ghost of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401016451106230786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRD2LI6UgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/CIUePBh67E8/s400/DSC00230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nick mostly wandered around without dem BLOODYGUTS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And all of us concluded that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has a small bladder.. Lols~! Because in 1/2 time, he had gone on and off the gents for several times while the interview was still on.. LOls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What I've got to say is, thank you so much to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DiGi and Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for giving me a chance to get with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; upclose and it does feels like a dream come true in some ways. It was truly a great experience which will last for a lifetime- for sure :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shakira, Vanessa and I left Nikko at about 4.30p.m, after bidding our sweet farewell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The journey to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bukit Jalil National Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was a smooth sailing and reached the venue at about 5.30 p.m to find that the queue to the entrance was super crazily long! I swear there were like thousands of people ahead of me.. zz! Yeah, and I heard that some of them had been waiting there since 11 a.m.. O.o &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I felt so sad for those who turned up early, because at the end of the day... it was all about foulplay.. Lols! The laties bashed up the queue to the entrance and I just &lt;em&gt;Move Along&lt;/em&gt; with them and voila!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was kinda front of, okay.. &lt;em&gt;VERY FRONT ACT-CHE-LI&lt;/em&gt;.. Lolz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019265415069218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRGZ_QbPiI/AAAAAAAACYw/OQAkxXn0jkM/s400/DSC00243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I wasn't in the centre/ middle of the floor which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; indeed covered more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was far right, where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; covered most.. Good enough that I could see him rocked his guitar upfront - with his aww-so-sweet smile (melting, melted, melts), he's my guitar hero! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*just friggin' imagine that I'm still a 15 years old teenage freakonista rocky pocky in this post..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spent a month thinking, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go-or-not-to-go-AAR-concert-worry-this-worry-that-got-potong-la-la-la.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which I finally made it to the concert at the end anyways :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With no regrets....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019254575189858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRGZW3_z2I/AAAAAAAACYo/iuPpgjHZ1us/s400/DSC00239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I might not have the leanest arm on Earth but I do say I have the smoothest armpit? LOls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyways, I do really want to convey a heartfelt thankfulness and gratitude to someone *you know who you area* for making this happen :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019246419875458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRGY4fnloI/AAAAAAAACYg/9fUi0_jq_TI/s400/DSC00235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;already subscribed horny devil! you looked cute tho~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The concert started about like 7.30 p.m. featuring our local bands, which &lt;em&gt;ACT-CHE-LI&lt;/em&gt; didn't sound really that bad, it was just that the stage break was too long and the soundcheck wasn't TAD top notch. Rating from Ms Rocky Pocky: 5.01/10.00 (Looks took the most deduction tho :P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everybody was anticipating &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt;, even the 2nd local band had just started rocking the stage you could hear crowds cheered &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A-A-R! A-A-R! A-A-R!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; *kening kening*&lt;/em&gt; LOls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then FCUK~! I felt droplets on my skin, RAIN~!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&amp;amp;#*&amp;amp;!MOKGOBJA KINOKUNIYA )(*&amp;amp;^%!#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What a Shit?! I came this far not to give up just like that? Persevere! Actually, it was just drizzles and it went away quickly. Pheew.. Honestly I almost felt like leaving at 1 point :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then I got to know very interesting siblings from Saudi, I remember the brother's name was &lt;strong&gt;Abdullah&lt;/strong&gt; and the sister was&lt;strong&gt; Liya&lt;/strong&gt; or smth like that. I was really caught in amaze that they were not typical at all and spoke very fluent English with great sense of humour from Abdullah. I know all of a sudden I turn from &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Rocky Pocky into Aisyah Montanah&lt;/strong&gt; lulz but yah, I like them :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Want to know how many people were there on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019273897350850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRGae2wlsI/AAAAAAAACY4/DZiZ2fDWHqg/s400/DSC00254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;15-000 rockies pokies :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR &lt;/span&gt;techies took bout an hour to set up their sound system and soundcheck was monitored to the finest tune before they let loose DEM REJECTED BOYS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The most epic shot I snapped. I concentrated most of my time watching, recording into my mind than snip snapping lousy shots :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a sea of people~ there was only you~ I never knew what the song was about~ Suddenly now I do~ Try to reach out to you touch my hand~ reach out as far as I can~ only me only you and the band~ CAN'T LIKE THE MUSIC STOP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401019274396817826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRGagt12aI/AAAAAAAACZA/01N46QkUDXM/s400/DSC00265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't freaking as me why i like them so much and you don't cuz i dun know why, don't freaking ask me why you don't like them and i like them so much CUZ I DON'T KNOW WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When The World Comes Down is a masterpiece to me and AAR performed about 12 songs not lesser on that night. EPIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The concert ended at about 11.30 p.m. and I was already having post &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; blues. The only thing I regretted not doing on that day, prolly in this life would be not telling them face to face that I love their music, they are an awesome band and please come back again :D Somehow, these words crossed my mind during the meet and greet with them in Nikko but I just couldn't bring myself to say such cheesy things... you know my pride and issues :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even if I had said that, that would probably be another fan adoration praises... Plus most people that got to meet up with&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AAR&lt;/span&gt; had gifts to them which I have 0 anyways.. Haha! What kinda fan am I... :P I just thought that there's nothing they can't buy and I really don't want end up buying junks that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is going to You-Tube it.. Hahahahha~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The night ended with chilling for 20 minutes in&lt;strong&gt; Quattro&lt;/strong&gt;, which I literally couldn't remember anything more happening that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; concert, I sorta like felt so stale even if you put me in the best club ever, you would still be seeing me in my straightjacket face =.=' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401020571922828034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvRHmCYJiwI/AAAAAAAACZI/ruGLCy66Qzk/s400/DSC00269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quattro's concept is kinda alluring (Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring Bar) but I find the crowd a bit offsetting :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pic was taken in the Winter Bar and it was &lt;em&gt;ACT-CEH-LI&lt;/em&gt; icy cold inside that room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not-in-the-mood-for-anything-tho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, that was kinda the experience I had in KL for the last weekend for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All-American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which I thought was a pretty breath taking experience. Would I ever do it again? Well, I'd done whatever ought to be done at this age when I'm still feeling on the beat and energetic. Whatever comes along the way we shall see :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Hey! I did not return to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; empty handed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look what I've got!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My prize which I name it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WheeLTeR MiChriS!&lt;/strong&gt; (Wheeler + Ritter + Mike + Chris) :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401757190535576066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Svbli4jI-gI/AAAAAAAACZg/P46WpFWJmpo/s400/DSC00287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sony Ericsson w670i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just need a new phone I dun friggin' care what ancient model it is.. Lols! &lt;strong&gt;Pillow&lt;/strong&gt; bit mine, torn apart :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*~You slide it honey, you slide that baby~*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401757196897742338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvbljQP_7gI/AAAAAAAACZo/mRiOEsrFRzs/s400/DSC00288.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and you see me with Tyson! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When I first learned about the contest from Nuffnang, it was stated that there would be 5 winners&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (One which is the Grand Prize who will win a Phone, a table session with AAR and concert tix ALONG with the other 4 Consolation winners to meet AAR)&lt;/span&gt;, I thought to myself, "forget that Grand Prize you noob..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And not many people know what I did exactly to win the contest :P, it was actually my last post on DiGi Music :) No one had paid much attention to what I wrote tho, it sounded pretty advertorial but this winning means more than just prizes. It's a sense of achievement considering this is the 2nd time I won Grand Prizes for written entries. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Back then was for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Female Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which I did not get to redeem my prizes cuz was STPM season and there was dateline to redemption. I remember they were a collection of Guy Laroche purses and bags... *sad* I failed Pure Maths anyways, should have gone down and got my prize :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I've got this, priceless CD autographed/ signed/ imprinted or wahtever shit you like to call it from&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick and Tyson :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvbliqFQp4I/AAAAAAAACZY/pO-nxyUUQLc/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401757186652153730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvbliqFQp4I/AAAAAAAACZY/pO-nxyUUQLc/s400/DSC00286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All-American Rejects is AWESOMEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(stood close enough to rage and hug them but did not.. why am i so calm when i shud not be?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out my next post on my adventure in KL, maybe a good tutorial for runaway from home plans :) &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/7701616101078624764-1641777386511366602?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1641777386511366602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1641777386511366602&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1641777386511366602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1641777386511366602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/11/date-with-all-american-rejects.html' title='A Date With The All-American Rejects'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SvGs0M66mwI/AAAAAAAACXw/VD-lgMnuPAE/s72-c/DSC00200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-9114555273100124336</id><published>2009-09-19T23:00:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:07:11.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All-American Rejects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DiGi Music'/><title type='text'>DiGi Music: The Rejects Fever</title><content type='html'>O-dear... I think I'm having fever again. And this time, it hits me darn bad where odd and peculiar symptoms felt include:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Feeling like things are unreal or dreamlike&lt;br /&gt;2) Electric shock feelings, body zaps&lt;br /&gt;3) Excess of energy, hyperactive!&lt;br /&gt;4) Skipped heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;5) And of course, what is fever without feeling H.O.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But thank God I've found a magical prescription to heal my ailments, finally =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383205903873653554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT9P4UsuzI/AAAAAAAACV4/XOmVl5Bb3Dg/s400/Pillow1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S THE CONCERT TICKET TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIVE IN MALAYSIA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who might have missed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the MTV World Stage back on 15th August, stop banging your heads on the wall or secretly hating your friends who went without you because on 10th October 2009 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*block your calendar folks*&lt;/span&gt;, these boys are set to return to our shore and .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383227951231361538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrURTNIZYgI/AAAAAAAACW4/hTpZi-KQ3-U/s400/all_american_rejects.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is perfectly cool when you play it after having a bad day, say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1) Your teacher humiliates you in front of everyone for not passing up your project, or&lt;br /&gt;2) Even your boss asking you to work over time on a Raya's eve OR&lt;br /&gt;3) Better still, your girlfriend/ boyfriend dumps you just because you were stuck in a massive traffic jam last night and uber late for dates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;A Big Thank You to DiGi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~for making this happen~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383227952154803570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrURTQkj_XI/AAAAAAAACXA/K-BaPHOpN3s/s400/digimusic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*~* O-Hail &amp;amp; Long Live, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DiGi Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is more than just a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yellow Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What people? Just look at the logo, billboards, mascots, etc etc are all just freaking&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yea, I got my free ticket to the concert upon subscription to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DiGi Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's as easy as ABC so people~people, just ditch Facebook for a while to do this &lt;a href="http://www.digimusic.com.my/"&gt;http://www.digimusic.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, even if you are not a fan of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, just so you know - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DiGi Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; offers other mad great deals than just about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I know you can see all the point benefits from the strip above but just like essay, points need to be elaborated =} &lt;em&gt;Isi dan huraian merrrr......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383202683284033682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT6UasTEJI/AAAAAAAACVg/mnL0cRjd4jg/s400/Digi+Music1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course the prime attraction is the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unlimited Music Downloads&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; And I'm going to stress this point with the word.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;LEGALLY!&lt;/span&gt; All you have to pay is just RM5 per month and you got to enjoy all the musics and dance away with your souls :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And it's free for first 30 days trial!&lt;/span&gt; It definitely worths trying out :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean come on, RM5 per month is only like 0.16 cents per day for unlimited music downloads and on top of everything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- It saves you a hassle to search for songs on the internet and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Even if you have installed your preferred music downloaders, it's pretty depressing when your pc crashes and needs to be reformatted, you NEED TO RE-INSTALL AND EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Worse, for people like me who is extremely lazy to install anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DiGi Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Ha-Ha! All you need is the website and there you roll~ To your liking whether you want to download to your PC or mobile or maybe just for checking out some new songs :) I find this extremely handy to me because I could do all these at anytime, anywhere. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just one website with one PC or with one mobile&lt;/span&gt;, is technically all I need to get groovy~ :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most importantly, there are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;no data charges&lt;/span&gt; incurred :) Urmm... if this &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*data charges*&lt;/span&gt; word sounds a little bit too pro for you, actually for me too hee! But I guess it literally means like any charges incurred for multiple reasons like browsing, streaming or downloading anything from the website. Correct me if I'm wrong :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Songs and playlist sharing are of course one of the many features available in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DiGi Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where you can create your own profile page furnished with your pretty handsome pictures and share your musical delights with friends or other users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383205894267005330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT9PUiS6ZI/AAAAAAAACVw/FpI2on7RLKQ/s400/Digi+Music3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, like I said earlier that&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DiGi Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not all about&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; AAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as it offers many other exclusive showcases every now and then like&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meet &amp;amp; Greets with the Artists, tickets to Gigs and Concerts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and etc etc. So your dreams of meeting up your idols upclose, kicking alive are now... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POSSIBLE!&lt;/span&gt; Not unless you are a fan of MJ because there's no way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could bring him back alive O.o&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to remind you that :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383202691719927058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT6U6HklRI/AAAAAAAACVo/wXcdv8WbiT4/s400/Digi+Music2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be rightfully honest with you guys, I'm not actually -that-concert-kinda-girl-. Rubbing sweats with a bunch of unknowns, lining up as early as possible under glaring sun to secure a strategic place, impatient waitings in between stage breaks and the list goes on and on actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there's only one band that can make me break one of my living rule, it's gonna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The All-American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrUPTRK5GsI/AAAAAAAACWw/8Rnwku02RWg/s1600-h/TheAll-AmericanRejects-WhenTheWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383225753292315330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrUPTRK5GsI/AAAAAAAACWw/8Rnwku02RWg/s400/TheAll-AmericanRejects-WhenTheWorld.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love every single song from their latest album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;When The World Comes Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And this is the reason why I got so hyped up for this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert thingy, even going down all the way to KL from Penang just to redeem those tickets. Damn unfair right? They only cater to the KL fans, how about us, the non-KLsss?? What to do... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love AAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After hours of journey, KL greeted me with a massive traffic jam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383210183493031874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrUBI_JeF8I/AAAAAAAACWY/3oKG0ok6cms/s400/DSC01345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached Sunway Pyramid and I went straight searching for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DiGi Booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrUBJQE52EI/AAAAAAAACWg/gm1DpDHGsxQ/s1600-h/DSC01346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383210188037281858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrUBJQE52EI/AAAAAAAACWg/gm1DpDHGsxQ/s400/DSC01346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding 1st Floor, Sunway Pyramid (near the escalator on the way up to TGV Cinema)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOUND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was too excited to snap a picture! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know it was stated that each participant only entitled to redeem one ticket, and has to be present with own mobile at the redeeming booth but I just tried my luck to collect another ticket on behalf of my friend. I was alone... in KL, all the way from Penang.. *sob sob* just for this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went totally frenzy when I talked through them to let me redeem on behalf of my friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not a cheat okay, all-the-way-from-Penang-just-for-this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can picture my facial expression to be somewhat like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT9rzdRvHI/AAAAAAAACWQ/HNi6IvDOWT4/s1600-h/smiley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383206383603793010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT9rzdRvHI/AAAAAAAACWQ/HNi6IvDOWT4/s400/smiley.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Initially, I have doubts on whether should I make another trip down to KL on 10 Oct just for that concert. Serious, I mean I haven't started work yet and expenses are pretty heavy to go down KL for another time, at least for me :( And I really don't want to bug my family for this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I thought again, I'm just 21 right now and if I don't go all my way out to do crazy things then when should I do it hmm? Perhaps someday when I'm old enough to have my means to spend on things like that, I just thought that I might not have this kinda mood again. This crazy, young and energetic mood :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I want to emphasize is, there are somethings money just can't buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can ask &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as he knows best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT9Q4PluXI/AAAAAAAACWI/87Vob5sBWJQ/s1600-h/Pillow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383205914303560466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT9QfLYexI/AAAAAAAACWA/VKeHld15tXI/s400/Pillow2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383205921032092018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT9Q4PluXI/AAAAAAAACWI/87Vob5sBWJQ/s400/Pillow3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a 6 months old puppy wants the ticket to the AAR :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm having it in my hands already, why should I hesitate anymore?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hell yeah.. I'm coming AAR! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-9114555273100124336?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/9114555273100124336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=9114555273100124336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/9114555273100124336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/9114555273100124336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/09/rejects-fever.html' title='DiGi Music: The Rejects Fever'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SrT9P4UsuzI/AAAAAAAACV4/XOmVl5Bb3Dg/s72-c/Pillow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-4001642020668131245</id><published>2009-09-17T03:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:23:43.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits Of Love'/><title type='text'>That Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ID8nzrH-f0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ID8nzrH-f0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been writing again lately. Outta my mind, outta every single words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times, I find myself saying too much of the things that not necessarily to be made known.&lt;br /&gt;Too many times, I find myself not saying that simple little things that you ought to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, what is the cost of my ego&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, what is the price of my pride&lt;br /&gt;Or was it you?&lt;br /&gt;That I could never afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to be back at that moment&lt;br /&gt;Back at that same right place&lt;br /&gt;I would trade my deceptive smile for real tears&lt;br /&gt;I would trade my composed sentences for a hug of cherish&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;There was pain beyond this facade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-4001642020668131245?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4001642020668131245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=4001642020668131245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4001642020668131245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4001642020668131245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-momento.html' title='That Momento'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3343688727155774199</id><published>2009-08-14T23:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:05:44.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>B Bro In Abu Dhabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;dHey Hey HEY!!! I'm StiLLL aLiVe KicKing HardEr thAn EveR!!! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well well well.. sorry for my absence for the past weeks because *sigh*, as for some of you who are concerned about me, you would've heard bout the news that I was admitted to the hospital :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one million words of experience to share with you guys on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 days 4 nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stay in the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loh Guan Lye 10 stars hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but not in this post, cuz I've got better issues for coverage :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excitingly, it's all about my beloved bro's training-trip to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Abu Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And where's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;??????!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369859118354332402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSattm-vI/AAAAAAAACSQ/bbt0Fgdq5FY/s320/abu-dhabi_1822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeps! In the United Arab Emirates, land of the... cough*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, the prime question is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the image that come into your mind when you hear about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;??? Especially such ancient named place like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As in how the place looks like??? Like what you've been seeing in the t.v? books? posters??? encyclopedias???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That it looks something like this????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWScPSQfEI/AAAAAAAACSg/f9kueUyleVU/s1600-h/cameltrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369859144546286658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWScPSQfEI/AAAAAAAACSg/f9kueUyleVU/s320/cameltrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then you SARK!!! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..i..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz it looks friggin' advanced like this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSbv-86VI/AAAAAAAACSY/NH_pgUpicdE/s1600-h/abu_dhabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369859136143812946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSbv-86VI/AAAAAAAACSY/NH_pgUpicdE/s320/abu_dhabi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; looks like Shanghai or Hong Kong :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just to share with you guys a lil about my brother's profession, he's actually attached to a German-based multi national company dealing with the oil and gas industry. Yerps! Usually, I'll be quite early alarmed on the market values and fluctuating prices of petrol :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Myth: Main Reason for prices of petrol had increased and shall keep increasing in near future is due to shortage of natural sources of oil and gases on Earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fact: It's just the fucking economy and certain powerful authorities controlling the game! Currency fluctuation + inflation sheetz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, but that doesn't mean we do not have to put in effort to conserve our Earth energy :) It's going to run outs someday, but not so soon :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just several years serving for the company, he has travelled quite a number of times across the continents for training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My sister travels for free in fact paid to travel *envious*, my brother travels too and everything is paid for *double envious* and I want to too but currently still stuck in small Penang :( Breaking out if there's chance!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He had been to big places like United States, United Kingdom and small places like Brunei and Indonesia so now he requested for training in a whole new place to him,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off he went for 2 weeks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369841845485051906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWCtTQqIAI/AAAAAAAACQg/YbWqgw5-kA4/s320/P1020607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Him doing some friggin shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back in the golden years, when the economy was oozin good, the company actually sponsored his staffs to travel on Business Class on board! :O The business class stewardess thought that my bro + frenz were some kinda big shot and served them *floatingly* when in their pockets, they only had several hundred bucks of pounds! Hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your company pays for everything on a trip, you just sit back and &lt;em&gt;rilek lah&lt;/em&gt;~ :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now when there's economy downturn, my bro's trip to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this time was just...... economical. Haha! He boarded economy class only... what a downturn LOLOLOLOLS! But no need pay, mai hiam la! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there he posed happily with his training centre in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abu Dhabi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843329354174226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWEDrGoDxI/AAAAAAAACRY/kQYCjz4u-qA/s320/P1020633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's pronounced as Slum-ber-jay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843321545769794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWEDOA9Q0I/AAAAAAAACRQ/vpMtGnuf6Zo/s320/P1020634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Him and the palm tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843359532068386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWEFbhmLiI/AAAAAAAACRo/X3NFx5MAFow/s320/P1020613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Him and his trainers I supposed :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, these 2 Caucasian dudes are not just any random posers cuz their salary are a whooping banana cream of 20-30K or even more but no less according to my bro :) Dirham is good enuff. My bro is dreaming to work there :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's no need to mention that these guys' salary are a whooping banana cream cuz ultimately a normal shopping mall or any random shop assistant's monthly salary reaches a blueberry muffin baking hot of 6-7K in Arab. In Dirham yes.. and 1 AED = MYR0.95.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's indeed a land of the riches. And amazingly, the locals there &lt;strong&gt;Do Not Work&lt;/strong&gt;! They own shops and businesses and they hire foreigners to work for them, majority Filipinos, Pakistanis &amp;amp; Indians. These people might be labours and low class there in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Arab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but back in their home town after saving the salary, they are rich in their own way back home :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, you ask: Why the locals there &lt;strong&gt;Do Not Work?&lt;/strong&gt; And yes, because they &lt;strong&gt;Don't Have To&lt;/strong&gt;! If your government is giving you 10K for free monthly, who needs to work? Lols! I couldn't believe either when my brother told me this but he said it's true cuz that's what his colleague says!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My bro UpGrAdeD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843343715210274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWEEgmkFCI/AAAAAAAACRg/hTWazDNCedA/s320/P1020621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;!*congrats congrats*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bro posing with his stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843313175441346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWECu1UL8I/AAAAAAAACRI/IcBLYd7gitI/s320/P1020637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;alrite, he looks just as noob as ever &gt;.&lt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bro calls it a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369841883811891634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWCviCfSbI/AAAAAAAACRA/USsAFzdvZ9I/s320/P1020639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going shopping again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, the weather might seem good but my bro said, it WAS NOT cuz it was burning hot, literally. Much more than M'sia and for safety purposes, they have to wear that suit on site!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, he had to re-hydrate himself every half an hour or so if not, can seriously die from dehydration! :O! And it's no joke. Alot of Indian and Pakistani construction workers there died from serious dehydration. They just passed out midst of working and pronounced dead the next minute! Money don't come free okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since rain is IMPOSSIBLE in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during Summer, these construction workers actually camp openly on a large field and sleep overnight there. Eat there, sleep there and everthing's there :P That's how hard life is for these people. And the Arabians? 100% of them is 100% rich and nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's amazing how unfair is this life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After training, my bro will loiter with his friends to shop for gifts and souvenirs. Things are generally not cheap over there. My brother got me this perfume &amp;amp; toiletries that's like, I've never heard of its brand, prolly their local brand called&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Fruits &amp;amp; Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. When my bro told me how much it cost, I freaked out and started cursing like a bit*h!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at these few items:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSGni4YII/AAAAAAAACSI/I5Sq-2rTMYs/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369858773101338754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSGni4YII/AAAAAAAACSI/I5Sq-2rTMYs/s320/DSC00628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; a small bottle of peach perfume and body gel = 300+ Dirhams! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:%$%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%##@**&amp;amp;^%$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;%$%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%##@**&amp;amp;^%$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;#!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, I like the gifts of course but it seriously doesn't worth the monay~~~!!!! And I think my bro just has this perfume and fragrance stuff fetish because till todate, he already bought me tonnes of them! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Victoria's Secret, Calvin Klein Eternity, Litchi by DIor Addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm already having a hard time finishing them, now more to come by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fruits &amp;amp; Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I have a lifetime supply of fragrances already :) My future boyfriend to be must be damned pleased with this (save monay for Valentines, B'day, Anniversary) tssk tssk tssk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's just that, money is earned not dropped down from the sky, I just feel bad having him to spend unnecessarily. Nevertheless, I appreciate them. I have a collection-subconsciously :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During his hunt, he saw a jaw dropping, saliva inducing chicken mogaritta mexico texas pie&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 4 million Dirhams worth of watch&lt;/span&gt; by dunno what friggin local brand. And he saw a nice handbag which he wanted to get for my mum that its price freaked a hell out of him that he fainted 3 times consecutively and walked away, still feeling bizarre that it's an unknown brand that prices its bag 5,000 Dirham :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's life in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where money is really like papers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So in the end, these are what my bro got for souvenirs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843725321841170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWEauMrKhI/AAAAAAAACRw/yJpA_JEdZl4/s320/P1020609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro unpacking his stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSGCS4hPI/AAAAAAAACSA/jl_t2qcuWLc/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369858763102127346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSGCS4hPI/AAAAAAAACSA/jl_t2qcuWLc/s320/DSC00625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;0000 tht's mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souvenir was given with a task!&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to check all his souvenirs for his friends are in good condition :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are erm... sandy albums.&lt;br /&gt;7 different types of sands collected from 7 different places which make up UAE!&lt;br /&gt;My brother keeps yakking bout the wonders of God and lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;Special special*&lt;br /&gt;It's like Nabi Muhammad all over again! swt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSFuy_f9I/AAAAAAAACR4/SJaSXeoLRac/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369858757868093394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSFuy_f9I/AAAAAAAACR4/SJaSXeoLRac/s320/DSC00622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; one of them cracked* :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm disappointed becuz there wasn't any local delicacies and food were brought back :( I thought I kept reminding him and sands were what I got :( Hahaha! Really&lt;em&gt; makan pasiak*&lt;/em&gt; this time. Only a box of chocolate coated dates (yums)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all, he had a great experience training in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abu Dhabi, Arab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At least he gets to see a different culture in life. When he was telling and sharing all his findings and experiences in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abu Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I found myself feeling like a little child listening to another child's fun trip to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Only can imagine the fun and no real deal. Hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But! I'm always proud of my bro even though he's a bit NOOBIE DOODIE DOO. Haa! I want to be like my siblings too, travelling here and there for free someday! Yes, I'm cheapolata.. I don't like to pay for my own expenses :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COincidently, when he touched down at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he met this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dato' Haji Awang (forget bout the long name)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWCvFBssII/AAAAAAAACQ4/I1_AMUU2q7E/s1600-h/P1020643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369841876023947394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWCvFBssII/AAAAAAAACQ4/I1_AMUU2q7E/s320/P1020643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; seriously i don't know who's that at all.. LOLS! Some big shot of PAS, that's what I know :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's the end of the post about my bro &amp;amp; UAE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWCuk7Aw6I/AAAAAAAACQw/gbrPIxzb7DU/s1600-h/P1020642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369841867405968290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWCuk7Aw6I/AAAAAAAACQw/gbrPIxzb7DU/s320/P1020642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWCuE99fII/AAAAAAAACQo/GAk4y93FwEE/s1600-h/P1020600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369841858828401794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWCuE99fII/AAAAAAAACQo/GAk4y93FwEE/s320/P1020600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3343688727155774199?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3343688727155774199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3343688727155774199&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3343688727155774199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3343688727155774199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/08/b-bro-in-abu-dhabi.html' title='B Bro In Abu Dhabi'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SoWSattm-vI/AAAAAAAACSQ/bbt0Fgdq5FY/s72-c/abu-dhabi_1822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-4775713357974526968</id><published>2009-07-20T02:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:05:33.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Bon O Fire</title><content type='html'>As the countdown reaches zero,&lt;br /&gt;I see strikes of lights fizzle up high to the dark empty sky,&lt;br /&gt;Booom! as they rumble like a thunder,&lt;br /&gt;I see bright, colourful crystals sprinkling down on me,&lt;br /&gt;It's just so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And every bits of it...&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I await naively for the fluorescent crystals to reach me,&lt;br /&gt;They start to lose their glow,&lt;br /&gt;Pooof~ as they vanish into the thin air,&lt;br /&gt;I feel sudden emptiness in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And every mili-seconds of darkness...&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me you come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;br /&gt;Who once brighten my days with your simplicity,&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;br /&gt;Who starts to slowly fade away so pronouncedly,&lt;br /&gt;And just like me&lt;br /&gt;Watching in vain as you slip away, silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I continue gazing at the majestic combustion,&lt;br /&gt;Never had I come so close, for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it'll never end,&lt;br /&gt;But soon, it will...&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I could remember this beautiful experience the next day,&lt;br /&gt;Or the next time would be as enchanting as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last blow roars its grand finale,&lt;br /&gt;There's a tiny voice inside me that whispers,&lt;br /&gt;"Some beautiful moments in life are so real but they often never last. Be glad it once happened."&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I see is just, &lt;br /&gt;A cloud of smoke. It's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bon Odori 2009~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmVYlEaWJkI/AAAAAAAACQY/Vmg1oawiIvU/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmVYlEaWJkI/AAAAAAAACQY/Vmg1oawiIvU/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360788325317092930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-4775713357974526968?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4775713357974526968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=4775713357974526968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4775713357974526968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4775713357974526968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/07/bon-o-fire.html' title='Bon O Fire'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmVYlEaWJkI/AAAAAAAACQY/Vmg1oawiIvU/s72-c/DSC01195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-8455838741288526638</id><published>2009-07-20T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:40:07.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Come Back To Me by Utada Hikaru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The rain falls on my windows&lt;br /&gt;And the coldness runs through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And the rain falls, oh the rain falls&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could photoshop on&lt;br /&gt;Our bad memories&lt;br /&gt;Because the flashbacks, oh the flashbacks&lt;br /&gt;Won’t leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be all that you need&lt;br /&gt;Baby, come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Let me make up for what happened in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Boy you’re one in a million (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;You’re one in a million&lt;br /&gt;(You’re one in a million)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories I have of Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;She goes shopping for new clothes&lt;br /&gt;And she buys this, and she buys that&lt;br /&gt;Just leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;I wish that he would listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Side of the story&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t that bad, it isn’t that bad&lt;br /&gt;And she’s wiser for it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I cheated (admit I cheated )&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why I did it (why I did it)&lt;br /&gt;But I do regret it (do regret it)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do or say can change the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Boy you’re one in a million (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;You’re one in a million&lt;br /&gt;(You’re one in a million)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ever did&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I’m sorry but&lt;br /&gt;I was too young to see&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;And my curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Got the better half of me&lt;br /&gt;Baby take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Anything from A to Z&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;I open my heart to be&lt;br /&gt;You are more priority&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see you punished me&lt;br /&gt;More than enough already&lt;br /&gt;Baby take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby take it easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Boy you’re one in a million (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;You’re one in a million&lt;br /&gt;(You’re one in a million)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Boy you’re one in a million (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be everything you need (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back to me (Come back)&lt;br /&gt;You’re one in a million&lt;br /&gt;(One in a million)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&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/7701616101078624764-8455838741288526638?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8455838741288526638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=8455838741288526638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8455838741288526638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8455838741288526638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-back-to-me-by-utada-hikaru.html' title='Come Back To Me by Utada Hikaru'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-13303914606193969</id><published>2009-07-18T12:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:49:43.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>HapPy BiRtHday~ Yu YU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rights, I know I'm late and d0-please-do accept my apologies my dear buddy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just alot of things are coming up lately that make me so fuzzingly occupied :O! Nevertheless...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aPp&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;st &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rt&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;y, M&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iss&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359660960269844738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmFXPyVpwQI/AAAAAAAACNg/r48Ic_2rhyc/s320/pinkcakebox_birthday_cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*please present this picture to redeem your birthday gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;expiry date: n/a*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So fast another year had passed and this is the 2nd time I'm writing you a birthday blog. Though Malacca and Penang is not very far but it indeed is a distance so I'm sorry if I haven't been a good friend enough to care and check on you at times :P But that doesn't mean you are forgotten in anyways :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this year, I'm sending mua boys to wish you a happy 21st birthday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presenting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PillOw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmFaxg737WI/AAAAAAAACNw/7VioutJsPyM/s1600-h/yuyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359664838248754530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmFaxg737WI/AAAAAAAACNw/7VioutJsPyM/s320/yuyu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; he is one hyperactive pup! i tink u'll get heart attack when u see him ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mikey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmFaxXyS_gI/AAAAAAAACNo/4Ls2T7PF4Qo/s1600-h/5300_102626849542_565154542_2106437_734485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359664835792666114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmFaxXyS_gI/AAAAAAAACNo/4Ls2T7PF4Qo/s320/5300_102626849542_565154542_2106437_734485_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;your old time fave! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait till you're back to have a party, haha! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take care Bud!&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/7701616101078624764-13303914606193969?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/13303914606193969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=13303914606193969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/13303914606193969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/13303914606193969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-yu-yu.html' title='HapPy BiRtHday~ Yu YU!'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmFXPyVpwQI/AAAAAAAACNg/r48Ic_2rhyc/s72-c/pinkcakebox_birthday_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-7012736725062762029</id><published>2009-07-11T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:12:10.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>arrrrgggHhh~!</title><content type='html'>My eyes feel like they are gonna pop out soon, thanks to Sushi no Suki game in Facebook. I played 4 hours in a row and rank 2nd now after Gracie... That girl must have been born with sushi making talent =.= Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave up Typing Mania cuz my fingers are literally suffering from serious cramp after trying to beat Edwin's crazy score of 500 something points for about like.. n(times) GRRRR mau muntah d.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Maybe it's my destiny to end up 2nd in every game. Does it hint that I'm gonna be a mistress someday? Hahaha.. I'm random. I should! Cause I'm feeling happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain + Dark + Cold = Happy Choya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning into vampire real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, that's all for now! I've got better post.. errr some other day rites.. Love ya all! MuacKs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-7012736725062762029?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/7012736725062762029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=7012736725062762029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/7012736725062762029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/7012736725062762029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/07/arrrrggghhh.html' title='arrrrgggHhh~!'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1009506149754111230</id><published>2009-07-05T04:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:52:51.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational Stories'/><title type='text'>Toxic Mouth of Humans</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating my blog for a while. My blog is getting more abandoned as it gets older :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's random to post something at 5 something in the morning, but I can't sleep so why waste time tossing and turning on the bed? Might as well share a story with my dear readers. A meaningful story, I learned from my brother just on the last trip he came back to Penang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One day, there was an old man who decided to bring his 7 years old grandson for a journey around his village. Along he brought a young donkey, only 1 passenger can board at a time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he carried the boy and placed him on the donkey's back then said, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Now we are ready to go, Son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes of travelling, they came to a fruit farm and all the farmers looked up and said among themselves, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kanneh, this boy kau boh akai d, ah kong ah neh lau, koh mai ho ah kong ceh donkey, ah neh siao lian beh kia loh meh, ceh donkey pula..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; "WTH, this little boy is so inconsiderate and selfish for letting his old Grandpa walk by foot and he sits on the donkey. He's still so young and strong, he should be the one who's walking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having heard the harsh comment, the little boy quickly jumped down from the donkey and offered his grandfather the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man smiled and felt pleased. Then he sat on the donkey and they carried on the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 15 minutes of journey, they came by a ranch and the cowboys looked at them and one of them commented, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Apek, lu kau bo akai liao. Lu ho lu eh soon ah neh seh han kia loh, lu ka ki ceh donkey. Beh siu la lu...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hey old man! What's wrong with you? Your grandson is so small and weak, why are you sitting on a donkey and let a small child walk on feet? Selfish Grandfather!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having heard that harsh comment, the old man quickly came down from the donkey and said to his grandson. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Son, lets walk by foot together ."&lt;/span&gt; And the old man pulled the donkey along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 15 minutes of the journey, they reached a coffee shop. And the village folks looked at them and giggled and said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Lu lang kua, chit leh no leh lang ah neh gong. Oo donkey mai ceh, ki kia loh. Gong ka beh si.. Hahahha...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Look how silly are these two villagers. They have a donkey but none of them want to board and walk on feet instead. What's the use of bringing a donkey along? Stupid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the old man said to his grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Look son, for everything you do in life, you will never be able to satisfy everyone around you. People will always choose to judge you the way they choose to see you, regardless of how much you have suffered and sacrificed for the best of everything. They will always have something to say about you and the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannnot please everyone in this world but so long that you think what is right for you, believe in yourself and stand strong. There is no time for you to doubt what others think and say for your life belongs entirely to you. Live it your way!"&lt;/span&gt; and he ended his wisdom with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think the story is very true and meaningful? I find it really inspirational in a way or somehow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more motivational quotes which I find enchanting. Words do make and break a person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_E95U90hI/AAAAAAAACNY/287Mvw6dwOo/s1600-h/pravs-j-life-is-about-choices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354715049606631954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_E95U90hI/AAAAAAAACNY/287Mvw6dwOo/s320/pravs-j-life-is-about-choices.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_E9nEKZ_I/AAAAAAAACNQ/1zM0qOj0ypc/s1600-h/pg14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354715044704315378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_E9nEKZ_I/AAAAAAAACNQ/1zM0qOj0ypc/s320/pg14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_EnDIrPMI/AAAAAAAACNI/1GxFaxBuZ9U/s1600-h/motivation_quotes_graphics_a3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354714657102445762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_EnDIrPMI/AAAAAAAACNI/1GxFaxBuZ9U/s320/motivation_quotes_graphics_a3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354714637375237778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_El5pV7pI/AAAAAAAACMo/NzFNGFAMh-c/s320/1+a+a+a+a+a+a+a++a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+a+quote+inspirational.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After seeing all these cool quotes and phrases, I feel like coming up one of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you guys might have seen it as my subnick :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_Em9rVfnI/AAAAAAAACNA/Y7EDQBlPSKU/s1600-h/istockgirlholdingwand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354714655637208690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_Em9rVfnI/AAAAAAAACNA/Y7EDQBlPSKU/s320/istockgirlholdingwand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMBA~ (siok sendiri) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_Emopl6pI/AAAAAAAACM4/XM-dT9eWCs8/s1600-h/donkey20oatie20image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354714649992751762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_Emopl6pI/AAAAAAAACM4/XM-dT9eWCs8/s320/donkey20oatie20image1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7701616101078624764-1009506149754111230?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1009506149754111230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1009506149754111230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1009506149754111230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1009506149754111230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/07/toxic-mouth-of-humans.html' title='Toxic Mouth of Humans'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sk_E95U90hI/AAAAAAAACNY/287Mvw6dwOo/s72-c/pravs-j-life-is-about-choices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-8978710441538557624</id><published>2009-06-25T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:33:25.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Trans Teh Formers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! I JUST WATCHED TRANSFORMERS 2!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(naaa.... that doesn't sound good enough)&lt;br /&gt;try again...... *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KNN CCB SMLC LMKK, I FINALLY WATCHED TIOK TRANSFORMERSSS LIAOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(......naaa... this doesn't sound like me either)&lt;br /&gt;again again~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrr.... Guess what? Whatever man... whatever~ The bottomline, is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Transformers 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a great movie and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 bux is worth every penny&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this movie for about like a year plus and finally it's happening now right in front of my eyes!!! Rrrrr!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is friggin' HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SkJck0LIRuI/AAAAAAAACMg/nlov2yt63CA/s1600-h/transformers-2-shia-labeouf-and-megan-fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350941094819940066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SkJck0LIRuI/AAAAAAAACMg/nlov2yt63CA/s320/transformers-2-shia-labeouf-and-megan-fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; sexy bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rites, I know this is a new muffin in the oven so, I won't touch so much on the taste because I'm afraid my&lt;em&gt; chi mui&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kah Whai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will bite my head off cuz I'm sucha SPOILER QUEEN :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But still, I got to say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shia Labeouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looks way better in Trans 2 over Trans 1. Looks way manly now with better acting skills too. Hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just expect these two effect of the movie: FAST &amp;amp; FURIOUS! Yeah, its transformation is really fast and all speedy diddy that my eyes are literally tired and worn out now~ :O Abit confusing too at some parts so keep ur eyes tight tight on the screen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great great Great~! The cinema was literally full and we got depressingly got the 3rd row seats. It's pretty traumatizing actually so, I'm considering a 2nd GO! Who's bringing me??!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love IT like It'S hOt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SkJckKpaEdI/AAAAAAAACMY/e2XJ36HeC34/s1600-h/transformers-poster-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350941083672646098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SkJckKpaEdI/AAAAAAAACMY/e2XJ36HeC34/s320/transformers-poster-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-8978710441538557624?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8978710441538557624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=8978710441538557624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8978710441538557624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8978710441538557624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/06/trans-teh-formers.html' title='Trans Teh Formers'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SkJck0LIRuI/AAAAAAAACMg/nlov2yt63CA/s72-c/transformers-2-shia-labeouf-and-megan-fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-5564912922746948821</id><published>2009-06-14T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:23:45.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Whoa~!</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a uber short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks had passed in just a blink of an eye and now my mum is set to return from Singapore. Zzz. My free days are now over.. Haha! It really feels like it was just yesterday I had dropped her to the airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's not that I'm being unappreciative, selfish or what but you know, it feels rather peaceful being home alone most of the time to me. And I've never felt more grown up before than now. I mean, I can handle everything at home perfectly for the past 2 weeks and it feels really great :) In fact, I feel that I'm more diligent when she's not around :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't love my mum or don't appreciate her, I really do. But it's just that, maybe she still refuses to accept the fact that I'm already big enough to handle my own things and she keeps yakking and nagging which sometimes really put me off and I get reli emo and when I'm emo, I get pretty lazy.. as a form of protest maybe. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the times she wasn't around, whenever I felt like going out... I'd just grab the car keys and vroom out of sight. When I was back home, it felt great that no one asked about where I'd been. Lols! The best would still be, I was free from cigarettes smell for the past 2 weeks! Healthy nia.. Not that my mum smokes alot now (she used to) but my neighbour DOES A HELLOT! Whenever she comes by to hang out with my mum, I'd have to suffer the night thru with the cigarettes smell! GAGA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* The best thing cud have happened in 2009 for me would be... my mum was away to Singapore for 2 weeks. CHeers! Gone are the peaceful days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Mikey thinks so too! He seems more peaceful too without my mum nagging him where he should eat his biscuits. Haha! In fact his toys are all over my room now. Softballs and greeny bones...! We've been playing alot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-5564912922746948821?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/5564912922746948821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=5564912922746948821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/5564912922746948821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/5564912922746948821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoa.html' title='Whoa~!'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3574527804058643687</id><published>2009-06-04T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:16:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Bubble</title><content type='html'>Break break breaak, the emo bubble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly 5 am now, sun rising in 2 hours. Yeah~ I only wished there's no sun in my world. Only the dark taking its toll on me. The best concealer manufactured ever! Darkness. There's nothing to hide but just everything to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm uber proud of myself tonight. Because I kept to my words, no drunk drinking. There's a mixture of feelings actually. Down and high but then I've learned that, drinking hard won't dissolve the concentration of downness but, shaking your heads off, shouting out loud, hugging frens, taking random pictures are the best medicine for.... downness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left that all in the club again. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a devoted clubber at all. Problems are meant to be left in there and walk out feeling anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It;s hard to describe to you how I am feeling right now. Alot of things, silently buried inside my heart, sorrowly cried to themselves which I'm doing my best to suppress them. Some things still hurt, and I certainly do not know where did it go wrong  in the first place and ended up this way. It wasn't how I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When you truly like someone, it doesn't matter how much it hurts for you to act like you don't, it only matters if the other party feels comfortable and happy the way the present is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum has gone to Spore for several days. I'm picking up chores at home. Tonight, there was a bad girl roaming in the streets, tomorrow.. there's always a good girl living in her decent world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: Wen, Lay, Weiwei, Loon, Kit, Hock and muaself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for being such great company and friends.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cathryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3574527804058643687?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3574527804058643687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3574527804058643687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3574527804058643687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3574527804058643687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-bubble.html' title='Emo Bubble'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3082670157179864656</id><published>2009-05-23T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:24:16.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Choya 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!~Shush Girl, Shush your lips, do the Helen Keller and talk with your HiPS~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Chow Huo Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, now I'm addicted to this song ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my post isn't going be about the song, erm... something far more interesting I'd say. LOLS! I mean, laughably interesting. Hhaha! Remember I told you guys tht I signed up for the traditional photo shoots? I got the pictures already. Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my initial plan was to take these photos when I was 18, 21(taken), 25, 35, 45, 55, 65, 75 (if I'm still alive that is) Lols! But I missed the chance when I was 18, well.. time that had passed will never come back so.. it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've uploaded alot of my childhood photos into this post and you'll see for yourself if I've changed or evolved in anyways. Haa! Thou many had said that I do not actually have much changes since I was a baby up to now. sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the legend began with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21 years ago.... a baby girl was born!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339051264073429970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shge1lCyc9I/AAAAAAAACLw/Ru9uJQNySGk/s320/choya+baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you know, this doesn't really look like a baby girl! lulz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judging at this picture, it shouts nothing back at you but a TYPICAL &amp;amp; PURE ROOTED ASIAN FEATURE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Small sleek eyes, flat nose bridge and thin lips with the black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby will never look as hot as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when she's a teenage nor ever! like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when she's in her 20's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes... I admit, I just feel damn disappointed being born as a chinese. Say whatever you want, unappreciative or whatever but the fact is heck, I'm still chinese :})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hell, why do I have to look like my father in the first place? Yea, he's ugly :S You know, my mum's pretty.. And hell I did not inherit her genes at all! F-U-G!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shge2J4gyXI/AAAAAAAACMI/6O3NV01UyD4/s1600-h/mum+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339051273962441074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shge2J4gyXI/AAAAAAAACMI/6O3NV01UyD4/s320/mum+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; looking at this picture, you'd expect the baby to be prettier right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(my mum's 50 anyways! this picture is taken together with me in the studio!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, my maternal relatives like my uncles, aunties, cousins and lalalala~ are all pretty good looking with good features. And the shortie gene does surely come from my dad's side :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like my mum, at this age.. I think they could still find her to model for the Mooncake Festival. Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shge18cfMyI/AAAAAAAACMA/H150_NAW_vc/s1600-h/mum+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339051270355235618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shge18cfMyI/AAAAAAAACMA/H150_NAW_vc/s320/mum+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; I always think my mum's pretty, no &lt;em&gt;perasan-ness&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she clearly does make a huge mistake in her life marrying my Dad, that's all I could say :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to myself. Yea! My mum made me look like a boy when I was small, probably from the day I was born up to 6 years old. People think I'm a boy! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339050621975570226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgeQNCupzI/AAAAAAAACLg/PycuTmAnVA8/s320/Choya+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you know what I really mean when I say I hated typical chinese feature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that the Poh Piah Auntie said to me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Nah Ah Boy, lu eh Popia. Noh kor gin nia ah boy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Boy, here's your Popia, it's for RM2) zzZzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started to rebel when I was in primary school, I insisted to have long hair! I could make all sorts of excuses just to abstain from the hair salon. Haa! Like I was having stomach ache or even, I pretended to fall sleep and did not want to wake up when I reached :P It worked.. twink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049985416472466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdrJrNp5I/AAAAAAAACK4/iD65z88Mmz4/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B13%3B22PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard to look like a girl bad then when my hair was TED sHorT! and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049990479149730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdrciP-qI/AAAAAAAACLA/o_6gFaSdsFc/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B14%3B58PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it just failed terribly~! lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my dress? LOls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil gang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049983124047634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdrBIqBxI/AAAAAAAACKw/jNs2U9K3vvM/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B11%3B01PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my cousins and i at the Rubber Estate, just behind my Grandparent's house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO you think this is where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would appear? KikA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Rihanna's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hairstyle was inspired by me.. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049982273105250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shgdq99xrWI/AAAAAAAACKo/MQaFHsxIri4/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B08%3B35PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cendawan hair.. lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and bro liked to make fun of my hair, ALOT! Used to hated them back then and I'd steal their exercise books as revenge and hid it under my closet. Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never seen my dad, now you have the chance to. Behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FatSo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049979694916306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shgdq0XFotI/AAAAAAAACKg/l3RKefiPz4g/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B06%3B50PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wow, tak sangka i was good in poses since age 5 Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brother just looked damn, noobingly ugly. My mum couldn't even recognise him! Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents separated when I was... 8 or 9 and I always think that, life got better without my dad, it does :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My siblings and I would lock ourselves in the room and munch chips when they were arguing because it was so often and frequent, it was just like a routine to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much pictures when I was in primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to secondary.&lt;br /&gt;Good life begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339050609936428418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgePgMX7YI/AAAAAAAACLI/4O86sk5faZA/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B17%3B16PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this picture was taken with Yu Yu in Singapore Science Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq, Ling, Phing.. although you girls pictures are not in, that doesn't mean that I don't love you girls ;) It's just that I'm lazy. Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049541615735042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdRUY30QI/AAAAAAAACKY/OUl-m_uLsu4/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B00%3B56PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this picture was taken when I was in 4 sc 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339050617562058210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgeP8mdzeI/AAAAAAAACLQ/k4CO8OHwEOw/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B18%3B53PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm beginning to get used to Body Combat now in Gym :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... then... I went to F6 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met alot of awesome people which awed my life :) Form 6 was an experience, an important phase of my life, I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good girls, good boys.. and good teachers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339050622334519234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgeQOYTx8I/AAAAAAAACLY/yFLctr7iPbE/s320/23-05-2009+11%3B20%3B32PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of the hundreds pictures taken :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a passport sized photo in my drawer. I took it when I was 18. Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up and rushing to get an instant photo snapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339050619394238226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgeQDbSpxI/AAAAAAAACLo/bQ715FO1Tg8/s320/Choya+18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn~! f-u-g-l-y! Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and I'm 21 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel like an adult? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do I gain a total freedom yet? No. (Breaking rules is what I like) Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I evolve then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shge165Ri8I/AAAAAAAACL4/xdAC3iv3vWw/s1600-h/choya+purp+coloured.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339051269939104706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shge165Ri8I/AAAAAAAACL4/xdAC3iv3vWw/s320/choya+purp+coloured.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; this is how I look now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up this pic isn't becuz I think it's the nicest but it's the most basic and natural one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this pose is rather gicky too :P not my idea, my fotographer's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i tink? I still look like a damn typical chinese girl with the blunt features.&lt;br /&gt;(Yea, say watever you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've alot pictures but I just managed to upload only a few. SOme are even taken using my phone's camera and transferred into laptop so it's abit blur :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costume I like best would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Han Princess Costume :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tern Qing Ge Ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049538239178706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdRHz1p9I/AAAAAAAACKQ/p9RSPsK6GYk/s320/princess+choya+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lols! Lols! Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never imagine I cud do such crazy thing rite but I just did. Laugh ur ass off and pick it up when u wanna shit :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it looks okay :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049523566350402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdQRJkEEI/AAAAAAAACJ4/2gpMT9-bagE/s320/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fail or pass? LOLOLOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had always wanted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kimono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rite.&lt;br /&gt;I had it but I the whole pic couldn't fit so I just took a fraction of it only :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049531789741666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdQvyLDmI/AAAAAAAACKA/QaokOxbFEJ4/s320/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really like this one, if you see the whole picture where the kimono drapes the body just nicely :&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the many posey pics would be this.. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdQ6v4HlI/AAAAAAAACKI/eqSZYtDEBi0/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339049534732901970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShgdQ6v4HlI/AAAAAAAACKI/eqSZYtDEBi0/s320/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;trying to look like a seductive geisha but failed terribly. LOls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all I've got for you. I have plenty more but abit lazy to upload so many. HaA! One more cosume would be the.. erm, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;French Can Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dress but I din really like it cuz, anyhow I'm still a typical chinese so the results were abit disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh~ finally the post is done! I haven't been blogging with pictures for a while so it feels really good having pictures to show. Nice o not, I don't care. Lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The important thing is, I did it and happy that I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, enjoy! I'm off now. NiteS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's with Imeem lately? Keep cutting my song short. ISH! &lt;em&gt;Benci nia&lt;/em&gt;~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;~!And you tell your boyfriend, and he said he's got me, and that I'm a vegetarian and that I ain't fucking scared of him!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In love with this song! Sound so sexily notty! :P And sexy notty guys are yummy Haa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shhh.. dun tell my mum! Hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Of cuz, it wud be fun to have a notty hot bf but of cuz not for husband material! :})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3082670157179864656?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3082670157179864656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3082670157179864656&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3082670157179864656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3082670157179864656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/05/choya-21.html' title='Choya 21'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Shge1lCyc9I/AAAAAAAACLw/Ru9uJQNySGk/s72-c/choya+baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-8680119511722230717</id><published>2009-05-18T22:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:55:31.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><title type='text'>The Cost of Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337173844500235746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShFzVYHxReI/AAAAAAAACI4/GxSJJgsnuQo/s320/puppy_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't been reading the newspaper for the past weeks. So, sorry if I'm a little bit too late to be informed of the honourable mission of "Pulau Ketam Dog Rescue Mission". Heck, I almost could have remained ignorant about the news if not cuz of Facebook! And yes, I became a member of the rescue team in Facebook, in support of the mission. It's just one free click of support, I'm sure I can afford it.. Join sajalah~ Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, I've been getting news updates from the account, each and everytime with good news that so far how many dogs and pups have been saved. But today, instead of just being an idle member of the mission, I decided to pay a wee bit more attention to the rescue mission, and googled about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The search result was listless and I began with the first click on the their official website. I admit I have a soft heart and immense empathy on animals, so I'm really not sure how you would feel about it. All I can say is, the rescue is much more meaningful than I'd thought it was to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thoroughly read through all the rescue mission from Day 1 till todate.. sigh* there was a.. mixture of feelings. Happy and glad when I see one dog saved from time to time, yet... so sad and sorrow to see the condition of the poor dogs. Skeletal, fear-y eyes, injured, cuts &amp;amp; wounds, drowned and etc.. my shallow eyes got flooded just by browsing thru the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rescued dogs are adopted with a name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337193994776567842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShGFqRwBYCI/AAAAAAAACJQ/wFlzqyTzcRY/s320/serene3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Skeletal Serene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194005656065618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShGFq6R5VlI/AAAAAAAACJo/Z_laD_yr3pw/s320/joanne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Girl Girls just reached ashore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194002439639906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShGFquTCk2I/AAAAAAAACJg/9Me-1oSKJsI/s320/mercy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Weak Mercy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with painful wounds :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194001758317746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShGFqrwmbLI/AAAAAAAACJY/xgxesG0e4UA/s320/mercy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337173842432227826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShFzVQat-fI/AAAAAAAACJA/J4esV4ISoks/s320/grace2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grace is not having a leisure swim, but swimming towards the rescue boat from the HELL ISLAND when she saw them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summary of the happening from the Rescue Team:&lt;/p&gt;"The residents of Pulau Ketam sent some 300 stray dogs to exile on a remote island where the harsh conditions almost certainly guarantee a horrible death. Of the 300 dogs sent there, more than three-quarters are presumed to be already dead. I traveled to the island with Sabrina Yeap of Furry Friends Farm and managed to save only one dog on this reconnaissance trip. We did see several other starving and dying dogs along the mangrove shore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when the rescue team are doing their welfare deeds, there are evil people out there in Pulau Ketam that are now belittle-ing and defaming the rescue team's voluntary work, literally accusing the dogs have invaded their lives in the villages and are deserved to be exiled or even shot dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgive the Ketam-ers, sungguh mengketamkan sungguh. As ketam as the pulau. BODOH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if the dogs have invaded their lives, have these people ever once thought that they are partly responsible for these happenings now? Take a few consideration folks:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh, your kids love dogs, you adopt 1, months later you discard them because your kids are bored, and off the stray..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh, you love dogs but you don't spay them. Your neighbour love dogs and he doesn't spay them. Everyone loves dogs but THEY NEVER SPAY THEM. Dogs love dogs. They make love and produce a school of puppies and just when things get out of hand, uncivilisers go PONG.. shoot them down!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh dogs are just dogs. WHo cares.. KICK* TORTURE* BURN* CUT* COOK* them~ muahahahhaha..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck all these nuisance man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When demons exist, I believe angels do too. For the first time, I feel proud of the Malaysians (like the rescue crews) for standing up for the welfare of animals. I'm not paid for writing this, and I'm not begging you for your money nor with the intention of robbing a fortune off you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd just like to stress that, we don't need to be Ms. World or Ms. Universe to understand the word charity and the hidden meaning behind which brings hope and faith to the unfortunates. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dogs they are. Four legged creatures they are. A million limitations compared to humans they have. But please, just for once, close your eyes and listen carefully... there's a rhythm of life, a heartbeat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they need our help now. You can choose to click X and exit from my blog, or here, &lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/index.html"&gt;http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/index.html&lt;/a&gt; to offer a small figure and there are various modes of donations. It can be only RM10 or whatever you wish (and Choya what can they do with just your RM10?) Yes, my RM10 + your RM10 + his RM10 + her RM10 + their RM10 = n(RM10) and believe me, there's a difference :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm only an unemployed noob student with no income so I my limitations are very limited. LOLS. But I just asked from Hai Uncle RM50 and he didn't even bother to ask why at all so I'm gonna chip in his with mine (chek fuk for him). He can easily earn RM50 tomorrow by selling a few kilos of squids anyways :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I choose to TT the cash to their CIMB Bank Account thru cash deposit machines (check here, &lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/index.html"&gt;http://www.mycen.com.my/rescue/index.html&lt;/a&gt; for other mode of transactions) because banks are everywhere, there's no reason to say "hard lah, how lah, dunno lah". I'm very well versed with bank machines anyways.. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, it's really fine if you ignore this post altogether. But I'll still be glad to share this with you :) You can help not just in money way but too, increase the awareness by spaying your dogs and stop breeding uncontrollably.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mikey, in support of Dog Rescue Campaign...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337216728500677810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShGaVjeOLLI/AAAAAAAACJw/OiCBUtpQDMs/s320/foto+067+pulau+ketam.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pinkbag, I'm sure Bobby &amp;amp; Mickey support it too.. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I make a difference today. Did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-8680119511722230717?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8680119511722230717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=8680119511722230717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8680119511722230717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8680119511722230717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/05/cost-of-compassion.html' title='The Cost of Compassion'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ShFzVYHxReI/AAAAAAAACI4/GxSJJgsnuQo/s72-c/puppy_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-7946250596846942407</id><published>2009-05-15T03:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:07:33.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>I Want To Know =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best feeling ever on 15th May 2009, Friday at 03:26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girls, sing along wid me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Alright, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you knock me off my feet, hmm&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you come around me I get weak, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way, oh&lt;br /&gt;You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what turns you on&lt;br /&gt;So I can be all that and more&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know what makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;So I can be the one who always makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl he never understood what you were worth, hmm no&lt;br /&gt;And he never took the time to make it work&lt;br /&gt;(You deserve more loving, girl)&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm the kind of man who shows concern, yes I do, oh&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that I can please you let me learn&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what turns you on&lt;br /&gt;So I can be all that and more&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know what makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;So I can be the one who always makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I gotta do to please you&lt;br /&gt;Baby anything you say I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I only wanna make you happy&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I gotta do to please you&lt;br /&gt;Baby anything you say I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I only wanna make you happy&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take a journey through your mind, alright&lt;br /&gt;And find emotions that you always try to hide babe, oh&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that there's a love you wanna share, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll take good care of you lady, have no fear, oh&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what turns you on&lt;br /&gt;So I can be all that and more&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know what makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;So I can be the one who always makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I gotta do to please you&lt;br /&gt;Baby anything you say I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I only wanna make you happy&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I gotta do to please you&lt;br /&gt;Baby anything you say I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I only wanna make you happy&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what turns you on&lt;br /&gt;So I can be all that and more&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know what makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;So I can be the one who always makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what tomorrow awaits me cuz it isn't here yet,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what the past haunts me cuz there's only present exist,&lt;br /&gt;and I cherish every moment of the present =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~cuz tonight, I knew what I ought to know~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sgx2Cnz0blI/AAAAAAAACIw/fhS0gWVGYb8/s1600-h/878bef36906cc9b2bf91c5e4b0d2c319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335769445945339474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sgx2Cnz0blI/AAAAAAAACIw/fhS0gWVGYb8/s320/878bef36906cc9b2bf91c5e4b0d2c319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a dedication,yes =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-7946250596846942407?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/7946250596846942407/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sgx2Cnz0blI/AAAAAAAACIw/fhS0gWVGYb8/s72-c/878bef36906cc9b2bf91c5e4b0d2c319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-2934993947751532449</id><published>2009-05-02T02:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:01:28.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Here Comes May!</title><content type='html'>HaRLoOOOO~~!!! Finally, I'm back to revive my blog! Hehehe.. You know what, it feels really awkward out of a sudden, after so long of not writing anything. It takes me a while to ponder around on how to start the post. Haha! It's not a good sign isn't it? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not that I was lazy or anything but I was really caught up with tonnes of assignments, project file, prep for Cibtac exam: Practical, Oral &amp;amp; Theory. It was all.. over now. And March-April was such a stressful time for me. Anticipating this and that, tying the lose ends, pulling up the socks, one-two buckle the shoe, three-four shut the door.. (list goes on and on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really understand what&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Zhi Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meant by his sleeping time just went unhealthy cuz mine did as well. Super duper unhealthy and hormonally IMBA! Haha.. Pimple attack all over again and that's why I said, I'm just gonna heal naturally this coming month. Recuperating Period now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my 100% completed Project File&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330925605570684066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SftAmAQTJKI/AAAAAAAACIo/T4bNC6SCYUE/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;throw you also can die err..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mm keng mm kok,&lt;/em&gt; I have been in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Stella-In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for already 8 months which after completion of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cibtac Diploma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm technically a senior now. A senior that always late to class, a senior that skips classes, a senior that speaks broken mandarin and of course, a senior that handles waxing terribly... LOLS! But unexpectedly, I finished my waxing pretty fast and good during Practical Exam! &lt;em&gt;Terlalu memuji diri&lt;/em&gt;.. Haha! Honours sure in hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELL NO!&lt;/span&gt; LOLs. The theory paper was one hell of a crapsheet. I underestimated it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lols! 80 questions in 1 hour 30 minutes surely wasn't enough at all, asshole. And the usual questions in class were not even comparable to the standard of real Cibtac, asshole. Guess I just didn't prepare enough for theory and focused too much on Practical &amp;amp; Oral. Don't say Honours, Credit also don't know can get or not this time. LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever... I still have Cidesco to go. Cibtac is now history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924538699062482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sfs_n52SHNI/AAAAAAAACIg/kNnlT9hvYjQ/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;what do we get after long hours of examination is a badge from UK Cibtac Board of Examination that printed in gold, Cibtac Student :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our examiner,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Jenny Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is an elegant lady with thick English accent. Wanted to take a picture with her but was doomed by the theory paper and went moodless. Lols! But we still had a group picture with her. As a token of appreciation, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mdm. Stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; presented her with a little souvenir, a pewter jewellery box like the one from Royal Selangor. Not so little after all this souvenir. LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well now, let me show you around my Practical Room :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sfs_nr_rOpI/AAAAAAAACIQ/lJU8PPDS4bk/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924534980360850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sfs_nr_rOpI/AAAAAAAACIQ/lJU8PPDS4bk/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Han Yie at her best angle :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924529915637570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sfs_nZIJr0I/AAAAAAAACII/KeMgh22QfdE/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me diligently working :P tssk tssk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924532028832130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sfs_ng_-eYI/AAAAAAAACIY/TN5KbQtAivQ/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm a midget... :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sfs_nK2Q0PI/AAAAAAAACIA/q2H12jFB7sY/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924526082511090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Sfs_nK2Q0PI/AAAAAAAACIA/q2H12jFB7sY/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;nevertheless, I like this picture LOLS! tht's a steamer anyways hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Time flies and so fast it's already May. Mid year is coming. And it feels like I just celebrated New Year's Eve not too long ago. I guess, when you get older, you'd just notice tht time ticks faster unrealisingly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2009 so far is one heaven of a good time for me with alot of unexpected happenings, new friendship bonded and lots more. Till here and I hope you like my current blog song. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sunny Day by Akon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's very inspiring to me, someway somehow though I was not originated from the ghetto LOLS! But it's a new life I feel right now and how far I have diverted from the past :) All for good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How could I taste the sweetness in life, if I keep remembering the bitterness of it. And without the bitterness, I wouldn't know what is sweet. A light at the end of the tunnel, I'm escaping :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Check out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kenny Sia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog on his latest vacation to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ireland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Interesting. Such serenic and peaceful place to visit. Kinda impressive that he did it all alone, and such independent man is attractive. LOLS! Who wants a man who swoons around chicks everyday, &lt;em&gt;apung sin&lt;/em&gt; if you get what I mean HAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~~And now I look forward to everyday~~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-2934993947751532449?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/2934993947751532449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=2934993947751532449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2934993947751532449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2934993947751532449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-comes-may.html' title='Here Comes May!'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SftAmAQTJKI/AAAAAAAACIo/T4bNC6SCYUE/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-6979131121087699429</id><published>2009-04-16T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:25:38.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Winter Warmers</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8.1o a.m today, feeling really not-so-into class mood :) Well, I'm so sick of being a model for facials like for the past 8 months and the thing I despise most is the Make-up! It's more like CAKE-UP man! ZzzzZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a date with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Missy Phing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at around 5 p.m. in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Winter Warmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yeah... it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gurney Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again folks :P I guess I spend alot of time around in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gurney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the past 8 months but I'm not really sick of it, more like comfortable as if it's my second home now. Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had an early dinner in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Winter Warmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I actually wanted to snap some photos of our pretty meals but I was too carried away with our on-going conversation :P I love my afternoon tea set so much! Cookies, scones, cakes, sandwiches etc etc etc :P YumZhi! No guiltiness felt at all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Phing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to look for some lippies so we went down to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Watsons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for a shop-tour and as we stepped out from the store, we heard a loud screaming of a woman and next thing we knew was she was climbing on the rails near the escalator, trying to jump off from there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Phing and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was like, OMG! And there was this young man that rushed to her in a nick of time and had a grasp of her! I thought that was her boyfriend but apparently not! She was still struggling then suddenly a guy appeared in the scene and shouted at her, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LU MAI SIAO LIAO LU, CHO SIAO TOH CHI PENG"&lt;/em&gt; (Don't try to be silly and fool around here!"&lt;/span&gt; in a harsh manner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously everyone was looking like it was some kinda TVB drama. And the girl kept screaming, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WA EH SI HO LU KUA, WA KUA LU AN CHUA!"&lt;/em&gt; (I'll die in front of you, I'll see what you can do!"&lt;/span&gt; Me: GULPS* Looking at the guy's rusty face like &lt;em&gt;lorry geng yau choi geng kor,&lt;/em&gt; (being rolled over by a lorry over countless times)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the thought of dying for him is quite... traumatizing. LOLS! But then, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the scene was over, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Phing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was like nudging me.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"OMG, lets go lets go..."&lt;/span&gt; And we quickly went away but I could still hear the girl screaming and the guy was still asking her to quit it. Well, alot were going through my mind but the obvious reason could be, he wanted to break up with her but she didn't want it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But how weird to break up in front of LeoMag Waffles, beside a blender stall, near a lingerie kiosk at the basement of Gurney Plaza?&lt;/span&gt; My-my, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gurney Plaza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is sure happening... LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the scene still haunt my mind till now. Not because I'm kaypo but it's sorta like a deja-vu to me. Nope! I did not try to commit suicide over some &lt;em&gt;chau geng geng&lt;/em&gt; (rotten longan) before Hahaha! but this kinda scene is my 2nd time! The 1st was directly opposite my apartment where the girl was saved by Ah-Boy the GUARD! :P And I was there to witness the start till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cuz, for a sane mind.. committing suicide over a guy who doesn't appreciate you is a stupid move but since when women are not stupid when it comes to Love? It's just on the scale of 1-10, which is us. Sometimes, it's really not so much of needing a man in our lives, it is just... Love. Ahh~ Complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hui Fen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she was still as funny as she was. She had some really major breakouts entire face and she heard that I'm studying beauty therapy now and promptly asked me, can her face be saved? Lolz! I was like.. Lolz! Hoi! You think I'm a Dr now yea? Lolz! SAVE~~ But of cuz, I asked her to see a Dermatologist first before going for salon treatments for maintenance cuz no one knows if she was allergic to some kinda irritants or what. Would make the skin worse if just simply treat it :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we just walked around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gurney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doing some window shopping. I bet there are more stuff to shop in KL for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Phing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than in Penang :P We said goodbye around 9.00 p.m. cuz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Phing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; might be going back tomoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been almost a month since my last post, and my viewers count have dropped to 1-2 viewers/day.. Haha! I'll revive it after this month, after my Cibtac! I'm so looking forward for my holidays in May! Hopefully I could make all the plans come true! ByeS for now! twInk*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: o-yea, i went for my photo shoots already and the pictures are coming out next week. pray that it's nice.. namo namo namo.. LOLS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-6979131121087699429?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/6979131121087699429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=6979131121087699429&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6979131121087699429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6979131121087699429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/04/winter-warmers.html' title='Winter Warmers'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-6316163812157430234</id><published>2009-03-26T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:16:15.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits Of Love'/><title type='text'>Too Shy To Ask, Too Proud To Lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER POINT OF VIEW- My Best Friend's Wedding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his wedding day. As I finished giving final touches to my mild makeup, my thoughts flew back to my old school days. The first time I met him, he was just another face in the crowd. We met occasionally through common friends and soon, we became good friends. He never spared a chance to irritate me, which was not very difficult for me too. We always ended up fighting and patching up the next day only to fight again. 2 years flew by but nothing changed. Our friends knew we were very close and teased us incessantly. We would blush but still continue fighting, hoping that the fight would conceal my blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I would wait impatiently for him to come, even walking passed my class. If I didn't see him for even a day my heart would not be in whatever I do. I would roam around listlessly. I attributed it to the fact that I did not have my daily quota of fights and patch ups. We grew up together in the 2 years, but as time went by we became more aware of our friends making fun of the usual gossip about us. I was too shy to ask, and too proud to lose. I realised then that I slowly reduced our fights and spent less and less time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day finally rolled its red carpet to us. In the midst of sharing the excitement, he came to me and said he was leaving to another city for his tertiary. And he paused for a long quiet moment. I tried to read what was in his mind and God, I swear that Einstein's equation were much easier to understand than a guy's mind. The beating of my heart dropped as I held my breath when I heard him said, "I'm leaving tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always taken it for granted that I could see him whenever I wanted to. For the first time I realized how much he meant to me. All our friends were there to say goodbye at the airport. I wanted to say so much, but I didn't know how to convey my feelings. Even if I knew, that was too late for me to patch up this time. He gave all of us a tight hug and as he crossed the security checkpoint, I realized at that moment that he meant more to me than anything else. He was my best friend but I also realized, I had unknowingly, unconsciously fallen in love with him. I looked as he disappeared into the thick crowd. I felt a sudden pain in my heart that had never been felt, before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone. There was not a day, not an hour when I didn't think of him. My friends realized something was amiss, as they had never seen me so silent and so lost in thoughts. When they found out the reason, they felt it was just a crush and that it would go away. Some suggested finding out his whereabouts, but I didn't want them to. I was happy to be in love. I didn't want to think that there were two possibilities, he might love me or he might not. I was happy that I was in love and it was just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I would miss the sharing, the companionship, and the sweet nothings that people in love felt and enjoyed. My love was one sided but it was love nevertheless. He was always there in my thoughts and what better companionship can I ask for? Time flew. I went to university and then to work. Through the years I heard bits and pieces of news about him. I heard he was abroad, studying. And then I heard he was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke before it was even healed. The rational side of me knew that since I had never told him how I felt, I should accept what happened today. As much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I would spend the whole day putting up a smiling face for the people around me, and fall into my bed, tears streaming down my face , just like the first night he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I had to face the truth. He was my first love and would always be, but I realized life has much more to offer than just an old school crush. I wanted to move on, be happy and maybe meet someone whom I would love and who would love me. Surprisingly, fate decided to help me in its own way. I met his mom by chance and she promptly invited me for his wedding. I realized the only way to come to terms would be to actually go for his wedding. I knew, once I see him happily married, I could and would get over it. I came back to the present with a start, as my mobile phone rang. It was my friend asking me out for a movie. I told him I was going to a marriage to meet a long lost friend and hung up. I was ready, to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS POINT OF VIEW- My Best Friend at My Wedding &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came out of the shower. The new suit was lying on the bed. It was a memorable day for me, my wedding day. I was getting ready when my mother entered the room and told me that my friends had come and they were waiting to see me in the hall. I just glanced through the window and I could see all my friends chatting n laughing, people who had been with me through my thick n thin. Out of the many old faces, then I saw her, an angel, and my best friend. She looked really beautiful, had put on some weight, n carried the cute little smile that I always admired. I slowly started traversing back, memories started pouring in, and it has been a long eight years since I last saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met her in school when we were all waiting in the school hall for the students administrator to divide us into classes. She was sitting at the row, directly in front of me. She was cute, shy and a bit funny too. We occasionally met through some of our common friends. Slowly, she became a part of my life. We used to have lunch together, gossiped around, and made fun of the teachers and those were the moments when we felt that nothing existed beyond us in the entire universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to wait for me when I had special classes and pretend that she was revising for the test that was no where near than 2 months away. Life was so much of fun. No day ended without fighting and patching up. At times, there was nothing to talk, but still I craved to talk. That's when I used this weapon of fighting. She was quite adamant, never gave up so quickly, and I enjoyed every moment of those precious times when we fought and argued and then patched up. There were times when our friends teased us of a growing affinity, something beyond friendship. I pondered about it at times, but she was very quick to dismiss it every time. I slowly started realizing that we were made for each other. But I was to shy to ask, and too proud to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fate had other ideas. My father got a transfer and he had tertiary plans laid out for me and my family had to move to a new city in a short notice, as soon as after Graduation. The day arrived at the airport and I expected her to say a lot. I was looking into her eyes, trying to read what's going on in her mind, realized at that moment, Einstein's equations were much easier to understand than what was going on in a girl's mind. She never uttered a single word, just said a good-bye and best of luck. And the boarding announcement broke the silence. I gave her a tight hug, wishing her to at least give me a hint of reassurance. She did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never contacted me after that. I joined college and went abroad for my further studies. I always made sure that she knew what I was doing and where I was through our common friends, hoping against hope that someday she would realize the love for me hidden in the deep cavities of her heart, and she would say those words which I longed to hear for years. But it never happened. She finished her education and later she joined a reputed software company. I slowly started accepting the fact that I was not the kind of guy she would like to spend her life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, I met a girl who fell deeply in love with me. Knowing the pain of an unfulfilled love, I accepted her proposal, and our marriage got fixed. But, I wanted to see my angel at least once again in my life. I asked my mother to pass on the invitation to her; somehow I strongly felt that she would surely turn up for my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a thud sound and I came back to reality. She was still sitting there and laughing, maybe to one of the jokes cracked by my friends. I knew at that moment, mine was not a lost love; it will always be there in my heart. If it was there for eight years, it will last forever, till I reach my grave. Just that we had to move ahead in life, in different directions. My wife put her hands around mine, and I walked her towards my friends and there, my angel. I was ready, to face my reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-6316163812157430234?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/6316163812157430234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=6316163812157430234&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6316163812157430234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6316163812157430234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-shy-to-ask-too-proud-to-lose.html' title='Too Shy To Ask, Too Proud To Lose'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-6443415198237566961</id><published>2009-03-19T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:34:10.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Noob Case</title><content type='html'>LOlz. I shall begin this post with.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BODY COMBAT CLASS IS NOT FOR A NOOB LIKE ME!&lt;/span&gt; Lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as usual.. I went for Gym in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Celebrity Fitness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I was planning to spend like an hour for Cardio and 1 hour for Sauna including baths and etc. But fate said otherwise, I bumped into a friend and she promptly invited me to join her for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Body Combat&lt;/span&gt;. I was hesitating at first but she said it was the first launching with the theme &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK TO SCHOOL,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how my noobness begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet her outside the class at 8.30 p.m but when I reached at 8.25 p.m Everyone was ready inside there, door was closed. Lolz. And I thought it was a good chance for me to slip away. I wasn't ready for it anyways. But again.. FATE SAID OTHERWISE, she saw me and waved me to come in. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I positioned myself in the least attractive place in the class. Far to the corner of the class :P And the music started, the trainers got up to the stage.. only to find that my "eye candy" was coaching it! :O He's not local. He looks like a hybrid of Christiano Ronaldo + Fabregas and I knew there were distractions LOLz! I have no idea why it's themed as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BACK TO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but the trainers were dressed in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCHOOL UNIFORMS. YES! BAD BOYS LOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz. There's only one word for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Body Combat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELL! &lt;/span&gt;I was stuck in there for an hour. Imagine that crap. I DON'T LIKE IT AT ALL. It's just like, you are supposed to follow their guide and seriously, it's very hard to keep up with them. There are so god damn fast in their moves. It would seriously help if they would just face to the mirror than facing the learners, because people get so confused with LEft and Right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my story.. I guess I'm the worst in the class. LOLz! Everyone was good on their own except me that the trainer came and guided me LOlz! He gave me hand signals how to turn and jump and kick and punch but I was still darn lost in space.. and he eventually gave up! LOLS! Yeah, I'm a noob :P ONLY IN &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BODY COMBAT&lt;/span&gt; I HOPE :P (Apong, shhh... dun mention bout the treadmill okay?) Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of cuz, it's good to look at other people doing it. Very swift but heck, I can't! It made me felt like I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mike Tyson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;or smth Lolz! Nope, not my cup of tea. I won't do it again. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the climax of the story was....... I LOST MY LOCKER KEYS! Ultimately, according to a Bobo behind me.. she told me that she saw some fuckface pulled his towels and my keys flew along with it.. And she said it dropped into some boxes or some holes or something! And I couldn't find it at all... ARGHH!!!!! It was so close to 10 p.m. and where on Earth I could manage to get a locksmith???!! Even calling the locksmith is a hassle itself, no guys supposed to be in the locker room where girls are only with towels and bras. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I was suffering severe dehydration as I left my water bottle in my locker and I absolutely need a towel to wipe off my flowing sweats. I looked HIDEOUS! LOLZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when it led me a chance to approach my "eye candy" LOLS! I thought of many ways to start a conversation with him but I never would have thought that it would be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I lost my locker keys. Can you please turn on the white lights?"&lt;/span&gt; while I looked the worst in my life at that moment. LOLLOLOLS x 1000 million times. NOOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he went to dig the boxes, the other trainers joined him.. I felt like a complete noob losing her keys that caused by some fuckface trying to pull his towels. He should be the one that supposed to look for it!!!! And I swear, the scene of 3 muscular men finding for some keys in small loops and holes of the box was damn FUNNY! LOLOLOLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he found a weird object, something looked like dried onion bulb inside the box and and asked if it were mine, FUNNY IT IS but I was more horrified of the thought of losing my keys :S We looked for a while and I just kept my cool until he said, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Nope, there are no keys here."&lt;/span&gt; And my vocab was so fantastic under stress I replied, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fuck!"&lt;/span&gt; LOLz... *Sigh* It's so not decent :S Not impressive at all :S *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when another trainer popped up and say, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Don't worry. I've got good news for you. We can cut the lock for you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#%$%$$^^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%$##@!!!!&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^%%%"&gt;#%$%$$^^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%$##@!!!!&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^%%%&lt;/a&gt;!!!! SHOULDN'T HE SAID THAT EARLIER AND SAVE ALL OUR TIME??!!! The word FUCK COULD HAVE BEEN WAIVED IN THIS CONTEXT! :P HE JUST MADE ME FELT LIKE A COMPLETE NOOB LOSING HER KEYS FOR 10 MINUTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the counter, waited damn long for a Female coming with a huge iron cutter and she followed me to my locker with every girls looking at us and she said. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Awww.. Your lock is so new. I cut it okay?"&lt;/span&gt; Lolz.. I told her,&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; "I know. I'm damn new too"&lt;/span&gt; Lolz! So she asked how the incident happened and she suggested that I pinned my keys to my towels next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my torn keypad. I looked at my sweat drenched outfit. I looked at my locker again. Good Game! I couldn't bathe at all cuz I couldn't just leave things there unlocked... and for sure, I would have to get into my Vios with the stinky tinky smell. ARGHH!!! I HATE THAT FUCKFACE!!! I threw all my stuff into the bag and stormed out another second. Worst day had in Gym! Nothing would happen if I hadn't joined the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Body Combat.&lt;/span&gt; Grrr! I was NOOB THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE CLASS. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Should you lose your keys in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Celebrity Fitness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and even if it is close to 10 p.m., you don't need to worry for 1 second. They can cut it for you. And you won't happen to slip the word FUCK to your "eye candy". That is so uncool and... I'm not returning to the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Body Combat&lt;/span&gt; class ever in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for spending 3 minutes on this crap. ARGHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-6443415198237566961?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/6443415198237566961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=6443415198237566961&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6443415198237566961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6443415198237566961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/03/noob-case.html' title='Noob Case'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1356015136727203134</id><published>2009-03-09T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:17:52.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Marley and Me Reviews</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation from last night's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; post. Sorry for I was too emotional last night that I couldn't really write a good review. And man, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a great show based on a true story of the writer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;John Grogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with his love and hate best friend, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marley&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there wasn't any movie at all in my mind that I wanted to watch. Looking at the latest movie list, nothing seemed appealing to me. All I'm waiting for is &lt;strong&gt;Little Ashes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;picked me up at 8.00 p.m. and we spent at least 1/2 hour on the road, deciding where to dine. Jam here and there, at last we headed to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Waterfall Lil' Cottage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As usual, had my favourite Grilled Almond Fish. Then we gossipped bout my sister the rest of the dinner :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was movie time and we had no idea which movie to watch. Too late for early shows and too early for late shows. In the end, we picked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and thank God I did not insist to watch &lt;strong&gt;Watchmen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kah Whai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told me after that it was a stupid movie. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SbS869gGlMI/AAAAAAAACHw/GsWp5QMyBmc/s1600-h/marley-and-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311077581704303810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SbS869gGlMI/AAAAAAAACHw/GsWp5QMyBmc/s320/marley-and-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Marley is a Labrador, the world worst Labrador :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all, I think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Owen Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Jennifer Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; look pretty good together :) Honestly, looking from left to right, up and down, inside out.. I still think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looks way hotter than the &lt;em&gt;si chipung bin&lt;/em&gt;, Angelina Jolie :P No pouty lips and steamy gaze. Yays for that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So far, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the first movie in 2009 that have really touched my heart. It's not like any other romance comedy where man-woman waiting for one another to fall in the lovetrap instead, it depicts a realistic married life of a couple. Circumstances that bring both joy and despair. It's so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SbS86hycxhI/AAAAAAAACHo/LDM1uyVpptI/s1600-h/marley3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311077574265062930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SbS86hycxhI/AAAAAAAACHo/LDM1uyVpptI/s320/marley3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; John and Jenny Grogan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I find that the movie relates so much to me, not just because I'm a dog lover myself but then the perspective of having children, it's really a pretty big responsibility and so much hectic changes we have to adapt to. In this case, I'm definitely relating to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;John Grogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more as he's the one with no-kids-theory :) but unfortunately..... he leaked.. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it's when all these problem arise, when responsibilities and commitment get out of control, when a happy married life suddenly goes stale and kids become the only topic. Zzz! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;decided to dismiss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley-the-Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the Grogan Family as she couldn't put up to so much crap anymore and is soon suffering from post natal syndrome. Of course, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;John Grogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wouldn't do it by all means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, as they finally able hit the patch-up button and able to adapt to the new life, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is ready to go. People say that, when a dog knows that he's dying, he'll run away from home and spend his last minutes and seconds of life alone. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was lost and found.. but in the end, he was lost forever. Putting him to sleep was the last thing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;John Grogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would do, but that was the only thing he could do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dying bed,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; John Grogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whispered to him, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Of all the times when we said you're the world worst dog, don't ever believe it for even one second of that. We have always loved you, and you know it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that was the life of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311077553595339602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SbS85UyZ01I/AAAAAAAACHY/LCsSMUYYvFM/s320/2w1v71d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the Clearance Puppy... T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311077566764898754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SbS86F2RWcI/AAAAAAAACHg/rQ-hccco4A4/s320/marley1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his." -John Grogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I asked Brian to drop me at Pei Wen's place. I got too absorbed into the movie and I was pretty quiet the whole journey there. Reaching the place, there were some happening issues and I stayed till 3 a.m. pestering Pei Wen for an answer while the adults drank their time away :P And I've yet to get the answer *tapping fingers* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for now, I got to change my bedsheet already. And lastly, I give&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Marley and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a grade of, GREAT A!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-1356015136727203134?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1356015136727203134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1356015136727203134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1356015136727203134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1356015136727203134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/03/marley-and-me-reviews.html' title='Marley and Me Reviews'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SbS869gGlMI/AAAAAAAACHw/GsWp5QMyBmc/s72-c/marley-and-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3888919362548655315</id><published>2009-03-09T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:50:27.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits Of Love'/><title type='text'>Marley and Me</title><content type='html'>I tot it was a romance comedy. I mean.. it is, a romance comedy but only with a sad ending :( I'm a sad ending kinda freak anyways.. but that was too much to bear. Marley... I couldn't hold back my tears and they started streaming out at the last 30 minutes of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Heaven. A gateway to hope. Just like a feeling I need, it's no joke.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish the world would just stop moving so fast. That the Sun is not rising in a couple of hours from now. Watching how peaceful is Mikey, sleeping like a little baby under my blanket now :) He loves the air cond :) Just like Marley, Mikey will leave me someday. I try not to think of it right now. I shouldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3888919362548655315?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3888919362548655315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3888919362548655315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3888919362548655315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3888919362548655315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/03/marley-and-me.html' title='Marley and Me'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-6718711000578108049</id><published>2009-03-02T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:50:48.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Charitable Choya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ArrrRRRRRR!!! My whole body is aching!... My back, my arms, my thighs, my feet aaarrrRRR.. practically the whole body!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*peeping left* *peeping right*... pheeeW~ Thank God the &lt;strong&gt;dead blog announcer&lt;/strong&gt; is not around the cornet yet! :P I know I know, there are spider webs everywhere in my blog since I last updated like Feb 18? Actually, it's not too long oso lerr :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rights, back to my story. The story of how did I get my whole body so worked up this weekend (Sat-Sun). And it begins with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not hitting the Gym but making up for 100 over kids in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dewan Sri Pinang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a charity organised ballet dance performance by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green Apple Ballet School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 100 over kids with just 5 make-up artists! :O I took it as a voluntary work, another experience :P Something I decided to do, out of school actually :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251672825109186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SaqyxakdGsI/AAAAAAAACHQ/cicKlZdiX7s/s320/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Us, at the corridor of the dressing room! Too early :) Nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I mentioned, it was a charity so we didn't expect much in return. But then I was surprised the organiser gave us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ang pao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which was a 3 figure. As I said, it was voluntary work you see. But whatever :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you might think that it's as simple as ABC 123 to make up for kids but SHEET! Noway! You need high level of tolerance and patience to do that! Bending down all the time, stabilising the arms while doing the make-up is a physical training to me. That's where my muscle aches came from :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And here I applied the lipstick nicely, next moment they went to eat and came back.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"che che, che che... lipstick no more." "Che che, che che, I want glitter." "Che che, che che, what is this, what is that..."&lt;/span&gt; Lolz.. And some even call me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Auntie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay? KIDS :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SaqyxQ-8ydI/AAAAAAAACHI/2nvZsUEsqYU/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251670251882962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SaqyxQ-8ydI/AAAAAAAACHI/2nvZsUEsqYU/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;very packed dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And let me tell you what, kids nowadays are such gossip queens. They even know how to use the word emo. Lolz. I only learnt the word emo when I was 18. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SaqyxM75cZI/AAAAAAAACHA/kIAXT20iW7w/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251669165339026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SaqyxM75cZI/AAAAAAAACHA/kIAXT20iW7w/s320/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; a bunch of them warming up with their instructress, so preeety!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually this group is not really my favourite one, I prefer the younger ones with their lovely ballet dresses.. So cute! But I was too busy to snap photos of them. It was really a very colourful backstage scene :) Alot of costumesss....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other than the kids, there were actually a group of adults performing Belly Dancing (nice body) :D and some performing Mamma Mia ala ABBA. My God! I couldn't tolerate the guys with the retro outfit. HIDEOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Saqyw2XIRaI/AAAAAAAACG4/ZJWpM5mMXnY/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308251663105541538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/Saqyw2XIRaI/AAAAAAAACG4/ZJWpM5mMXnY/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;why not they have someone like Channing Tatum in Step Up. Aih LOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the midst of practising, the principal of Green Apple, Ms. Grace popped up to thank everyone in the dressing room. I swear she is gorgeous! I mean... she's such a graceful figure, by the way she talks and walks... you'll tell she's a dancer. She was complimenting their dance and I find it so hillarious the way she said it, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Sui.. chin chia si sui, sui ka wa eh sim pun kui hua"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lols! Only artistic people would say this man! So CHIM! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ANyhow, it was really a great experience at the backstage. Though it was tiring, but the effort was all worth it :) For the first time, my skills and knowledge came handy. But the thing is... I'm going to skip my morning class tomoro... And I just want to end this post with..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AiyErrrRrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~ LOLS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-6718711000578108049?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/6718711000578108049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=6718711000578108049&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6718711000578108049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6718711000578108049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/03/charitable-choya.html' title='Charitable Choya'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SaqyxakdGsI/AAAAAAAACHQ/cicKlZdiX7s/s72-c/DSC00954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1488477350303647080</id><published>2009-02-18T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:19:58.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><title type='text'>WoOooO~</title><content type='html'>At this very moment of time, as I am typing this piece of crapshit, I hear a very pitiful yet eerie cry of a female voice from somewhere out there around my balcony. I don't know, perhaps my neighbour from a unit below, side or above is crying in her balcony and the sound travels through my balcony. If isn't, this sounds utterly creepy. I think I should go sleep now :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mikey's responsive barking isn't helping much :S What's this man??? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-1488477350303647080?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1488477350303647080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1488477350303647080&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1488477350303647080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1488477350303647080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/02/wooooo.html' title='WoOooO~'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3221964462600298162</id><published>2009-02-15T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:58:25.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirits Of Love'/><title type='text'>Some Words Best Kept Unsaid</title><content type='html'>There's a question that will never have an answer,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't because there is none,&lt;br /&gt;But how can one answer to a question when.. either way,&lt;br /&gt;It kills at least one life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep running, keep chasing,&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the shoe that I fear tearing,&lt;br /&gt;Nor the burn in my lungs I fear feeling,&lt;br /&gt;But it is the gap I fail filling,&lt;br /&gt;A speed I fail catching,&lt;br /&gt;Look back~ I am already falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times,&lt;br /&gt;I wish it never started,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there are times,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it once happened... but either way,&lt;br /&gt;There's one heart remained unopened.&lt;br /&gt;Yours or mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;There's one life to kill- let it be mine,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;There's a race to go- I choose to see you win,&lt;br /&gt;But I plead this time- it's my heart to be left unopened,&lt;br /&gt;For I am too modest to show you,&lt;br /&gt;My no where near to perfection,&lt;br /&gt;A bleeding heart with cuts and wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tung hing-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3221964462600298162?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3221964462600298162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3221964462600298162&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3221964462600298162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3221964462600298162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-words-best-kept-unsaid.html' title='Some Words Best Kept Unsaid'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-2858969281444484454</id><published>2009-02-06T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:56:24.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Little Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dum dum dum.. I.am.back... TraLalalLAla... Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for having my blog dead for a couple of weeks.. I was just busy collecting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"ang paosssS"&lt;/span&gt; :P Now that I'd made sure everyone in the list had given me, I shall rest relax and start blogging again.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Little Ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyways? Erm... It's actually a movie, official release in March 27 2009, based on the real life stories of 3 young but gifted gentlemen, a formidable trio that formed the most ultra modern group in Madrid in 1920's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) The eccentric and unusually imaginative artist, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546610739923538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqkyo6SlI/AAAAAAAACDE/jHMO_15Kk90/s320/Salvador_Dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aura of an artist has to be this:- :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546281770275442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqRpIb0nI/AAAAAAAACCs/Oqp8l6DRA0M/s320/lgst4028%2Bdandelion-salvador-dali-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is... well yea.. eccentric teramat sungguh sekali.. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now is the interesting part. Who is starring as Dali?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it myself either... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546280737899090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqRlSTAlI/AAAAAAAACCc/K7An2-jVOog/s320/425_little_ashes2_103008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;ROB PATTINSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols! I really have to put my hats off to him. Just before this, he was portraying as the sexy good bad boy vampire, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he had manufactured a swarm of girl fans out of the blue and now what? Carrying another total.. totally... unusual character of the legendary artist, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Haha! Such a contrast than in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Twilight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :P But so what? I admire his flexibility in portraying different different characters :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) A charismatic but controversial young poet,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Federico Garcia Lorca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whom was murdered near an olive tree :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546277670648642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqRZ3Ae0I/AAAAAAAACCU/QvYF8rt_iJg/s320/41WY0XHM4JL__SL500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's gay though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starring by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Javier Beltran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546274233755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqRNDlp_I/AAAAAAAACCM/8ckiuYAohog/s320/19-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) A legendary Spanish film-maker, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Luis Bunuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546279691402050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqRhYyu0I/AAAAAAAACCk/znP2TH-9YHM/s320/bunuel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wuthering Heights was one of his production :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starring by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Matthew McNulty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546606244733202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqkh5LIRI/AAAAAAAACC0/qh2qa7VGxgY/s320/t2_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As interesting as it may sound to the fellow lovers of art, history &amp;amp; literature, I feel so sorry to inform you that... This movie is banned from Lembaga Perfileman Malaysia. LOLS! Stupid as it is but WHy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not just because our beloved&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ROb Pattinson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is swimming naked in the water :P but it's because of the scandalous affair he has in the movie Lols.. With his good friend... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaa... Yes, gay elements :P And you know it well, how narrow minded is our country so.. :( but I'm going to get it by hook or by crook!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the synopsis of the movie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In 1922, Madrid is wavering on the edge of change as traditional values are challenged by the dangerous new influences of Jazz, Freud and the avant-garde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Salvador Dali arrives at the university; 18 years old and determined to become a great artist. His bizarre blend of shyness and rampant exhibitionism attracts the attention of two of the university's social elite - Federico Garcia Lorca and Luis Bunuel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Salvador is absorbed into their decadent group and for a time Salvador, Luis and Federico become a formidable trio, the most ultra-modern group in Madrid. However as time passes, Salvador feels and increasingly strong pull towards the charismatic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Federico - who is himself oblivious of the attentions he is getting from his beautiful writer friends, Margarita. Finaly, in the face of his friends' preoccupations - and Federico's growing renown as a poet - Luis sets off for Paris in search of his own artistic success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Federico and Salvador spend the holiday in the sea-side town of Cadaques. Both the idyllic surroundings and the warmth of the Dali family sweep Federico off his feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Salvador and he draw closer, sharing their deepest beliefs, inspirations and secrets, convinced that they have found a kind of friendship undreamt of by others. It is more that a meeting of the minds; it is a fusion of souls. And then one night, in the phosphorescent water, it becomes something else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watch this thriller to complete your suspense :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cb8yul5vQhc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cb8yul5vQhc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No rules, no regrets, no return...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Little Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqk5eJE3I/AAAAAAAACC8/MyBFkR-o_CQ/s1600-h/LittleAshes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297546612573803378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqk5eJE3I/AAAAAAAACC8/MyBFkR-o_CQ/s320/LittleAshes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-2858969281444484454?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/2858969281444484454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=2858969281444484454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2858969281444484454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2858969281444484454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-ashes.html' title='Little Ashes'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SYSqkyo6SlI/AAAAAAAACDE/jHMO_15Kk90/s72-c/Salvador_Dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-8283352887974088522</id><published>2009-01-22T11:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:12:31.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Us Against The World by Christina Milian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I would still have you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll be fighting with you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuz I know if I'm falling, you won't let me hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If the boat is sinking, I know you won't let me drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No matter what anyone could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is the only place for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And no one could ever take that away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nothing could come between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Because it's us against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The world, the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know it's us against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The world, the world, ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now if I'm lost at sea 7 days I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If I'm holding you, you, you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And if it all end's; everybody in the world is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be standing with you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And if it's the last breath I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll leave my kiss my with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If there's a wall between us, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know I'll break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No matter what anyone could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the only place for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And no one could ever take that away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nothing could come between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;f the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because it's us against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nothing's stronger now than you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cuz your love is all I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And this ain't never gon' stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No, whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's no distance here when we're apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Come on in from the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lay your head on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ride like a soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'ma stay right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Because it's us against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The world, the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know it's us against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The world, the world, ohh (Repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my GOD! I'd been looking for this song hi and low after listening to it the first time on radio. But I always missed the title or caught up at the middle or end of the song! But I finally found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing along with the song, it reminds me of the world a girl chooses to live and believe in... when she's in love. Doesn't matter what anyone could say, it's just us against the world not just for a man, but for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-8283352887974088522?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8283352887974088522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=8283352887974088522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8283352887974088522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8283352887974088522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/01/us-against-world-by-christina-milian.html' title='Us Against The World by Christina Milian'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-4268664885265859140</id><published>2009-01-18T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:52:19.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Queer Eye For The Straight Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm about to write up on one of the most controversial issues of all time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People talk about them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People make fun of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People avoid them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Of people and them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People choose not to understand them, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They are not one of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292522945036010514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SXLRk9h5xBI/AAAAAAAACBk/oDvO6mq4T8s/s320/Queer%2520Eye%2520for%2520the%2520Straight%2520Guy%2520Cast-SGG-063590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the Gays ;)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I miss this show :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It may not be necessary for us to give serious thoughts about the gays, so we thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, have you guys (and girls too) ever give a thought to how would you guys respond to a confession of a friend, that he is a gay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh okay, I see. (Backing off) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Really? Good for you! (Stay as friends) or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't be silly... (GASP*!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After much survey, I strongly conclude that, guys and girls think very differently of a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gay bestfriend :) Be it a manly gay or a girly-man. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Man man man man man girly man man!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girls often find their gay bestfriends very interesting and intriguing, that we merely notice the "invisible" competition, you know... we like boys, and they want boys too :P Instead, we commiserate with the idea of WHAT A WASTE!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha! It's true... Our reflex action response very quickly&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; "HAR SI MEH? PAK SENG NIA..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :P Cuz 9 out of 10 times, manly gays are.... irresistably attractive :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another point is that, girls have been struggling for millenia to try to make their boys understand them better. But often, it's a shrug-off matter for them. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girls &amp;amp; their PMS.&lt;/span&gt; For this, it's an amazing feeling that we finally have a "boy" that shares an equal or at least almost at the same wavelengths as us :P&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292550551422875938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SXLqr3VbuSI/AAAAAAAACBs/CMOv8s3OSnk/s320/feat_gwlb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the straight guys, I'd come across comments like&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..."Actually, it's not that they are bad, but I just think it's gili."&lt;/span&gt; Well, it's only gili when you try to imagine their sexual preferences. But then it's just love &amp;amp; affection after all. Who has anything to say, right? Maybe your preferences for the girls creep them out too :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I had also come across guys that said, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I totally despise gays... as they are a big joke &amp;amp; a shame to our community."&lt;/span&gt; Urmm... for those of you that think this way, kindly define the phrase "a big joke &amp;amp; a shame". As I really don't get it, what is so funny and shameful for them to live lives the way they want and should? :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll prepare some joke-o-meter or shame-0-meter to measure the level of fun then, if only there's any :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some extremists go to the lengths that promise, a hell at the end of a gay's life. Quote, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because anyone willfully living that kind of lifestyle without ending it and putting it behind them is purposely sinning in God's eyes and undeserving of any kind of reward of eternal life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the word of the extremists? Or the word of God??? As far as I'm concerned or rather, brought up to believe that God created us, each so special that none the same. Then why do we end up here speculating His creation is a sin? Not like being born gay is a crime, it's nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But of course, each person has the right to cast their own thoughts and opinions about something. There's no right or wrong to that. After all, we are born different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In a nutshell, most girls love their gay bestfriends :) If you guys think making fun of their gay bestfriends will make you look cooler, then you're wrong. You will just end up looking like a &lt;em&gt;pathetic sang pepatung&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (random)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So if you guys happen to date a girl who has gay bestfriends, errr.. try not to insult them and instead, you should consider bringing them a fruit basket :D HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And maybe, you should stop feeling afraid that they'll hit on you because hitting on a straight guy to them is like climbing a fruitless tree :P End!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-4268664885265859140?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4268664885265859140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=4268664885265859140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4268664885265859140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4268664885265859140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/01/queer-eye-for-straight-guys.html' title='Queer Eye For The Straight Guys'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SXLRk9h5xBI/AAAAAAAACBk/oDvO6mq4T8s/s72-c/Queer%2520Eye%2520for%2520the%2520Straight%2520Guy%2520Cast-SGG-063590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-4842867588982261265</id><published>2009-01-16T22:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:22:39.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><title type='text'>Golden Globe Freaks</title><content type='html'>I know, I know~ News &amp;amp; gossips about the recent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Golden Globe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; swirl around Yahoo and you guys don't need this kaypo post from me to get you guys updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to copy and paste the big chunk of news here for the sake of keeping my blog alive and kicking, after all... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Apong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will not accept a copy and paste job. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just... want to express my point of views and some... constructive opinions. Lols! Your comments are most welcome, then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, I'd like to touch on the hit, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORST &amp;amp; BEST DRESSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's do some little comparison :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heidi Klum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was one of the best dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290779313464344562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyfwPwG__I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZNjJxvZBsFU/s320/2106778129_6464326867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just wondering... did she custom-made that gigantic red rose just to fit with her bulb dress or it comes with it as a piece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz it looks too exaggerating and honestly, I don't know why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heidi Klum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could get in to best dressed when a dress like this couldn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290781907329709746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyiHOpzdrI/AAAAAAAACA0/1TdmrsINk54/s320/1357745189_1858030633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know who she is but hell, what's wrong with her dress? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looks so amazingly sweet in it and yet... WORST DRESSED. WTF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess, when you're a supermodel like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heidi Klum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, whatever you wear, even a gigantic sized sunflower on your head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the crowd still think it's IN FASHION :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next-o, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the WORST DRESSED colony too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290781908251215650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyiHSFghyI/AAAAAAAACA8/RwkrusasjSs/s320/1443044464_866713240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tell me, how the hell could they finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; off with WORST DRESSED celebrity when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could get away from it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyjER6dA2I/AAAAAAAACBU/MZ8zjSTdWlc/s1600-h/1545198229_2201639008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290782956176868194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyjER6dA2I/AAAAAAAACBU/MZ8zjSTdWlc/s320/1545198229_2201639008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the dress, it's fine actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so fine that I don't even see anything extraordinary in it to be labelled as BEST DRESSED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all, what is there can be wrong for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you know? Mrs. Smith in shoots then Mrs. Pitt off shoots?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She with her pouty lips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She and the multi adopted children with 31st century names :)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She and her commercial kindness :)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mother Theresa of Holywood??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Puhlezz, give a shit to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;See her chi pung bin oso sien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eva Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with her.. leftover cloth? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290780216392764466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWygkzbBTDI/AAAAAAAACAk/l8OBZWC2M1c/s320/1858117578_5575421231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, she was one of the Best Dressed too and all I think is...&lt;br /&gt;her designer didn't want to waste away the material so...&lt;br /&gt;there it pops! the extended white cloth :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the Critics Board did not miss their attention on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Renee Zellweger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a goood? or baad way??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290781909311379778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyiHWCRWUI/AAAAAAAACBE/vAdhpriSIFE/s320/1707205443_8245122862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not so good actually... :O! WORST DRESSED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To me, it's quite a daring move but I don't think it looks that bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I find it pretty classy in a way...but the Critic Board said she looked crappy in the mermaid-looking train :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tot it looks like Ursula's more... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SXHYo1NUgPI/AAAAAAAACBc/VNBT0hE2V2U/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292249233126359282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SXHYo1NUgPI/AAAAAAAACBc/VNBT0hE2V2U/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the BEST DRESSED that I don't get it at all is this one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290779316319969938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyfwaY8YpI/AAAAAAAACAM/qLcsfBkjUXk/s320/1950882920_6377143111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, which part of it looks good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the colour and the design, nothing captivates me :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks like some designer had stolen the monk's robe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FASHION POLICE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the Worst &amp;amp; Best Dressed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we shall proceed to the hit,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Cutest Couple&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heidi Klum &amp;amp; Seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were one of them :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290779321055157762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyfwsB5ngI/AAAAAAAACAc/hEU0Cmayts0/s320/5512_831380640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyiY7O79KI/AAAAAAAACBM/cieA5wLdPIo/s1600-h/NOJE-18s34-seal-700_368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290782211354391714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyiY7O79KI/AAAAAAAACBM/cieA5wLdPIo/s320/NOJE-18s34-seal-700_368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea.. this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;upclose :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He looks abit scary actually if he weren't a Celebrity. Lols! I might think that he's some kinda black mafia dealing with drugs :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then guess which couple is next??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aih... Them again :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290779316158949234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyfwZyjZ3I/AAAAAAAACAU/xZK9Dc0jf3Y/s320/6624_3329333893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BranGeLiNaaaaaaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Nanana nanana nana.. Nananana na nana&lt;br /&gt;The most ultimate attention seekerS of the century, I'd say for the both of them :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you guys know that they ignored&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Ryan Seacrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the red carpet??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take a look...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/macYSPOl3dM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/macYSPOl3dM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't agree more that this couple looks really cute together ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWygk9DVdZI/AAAAAAAACAs/w9Ll2ZlNW8M/s1600-h/9861_10779924529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290780218977777042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWygk9DVdZI/AAAAAAAACAs/w9Ll2ZlNW8M/s320/9861_10779924529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Bagai Pinang dibelah Dua :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-4842867588982261265?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4842867588982261265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=4842867588982261265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4842867588982261265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4842867588982261265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/01/golden-globe-freaks.html' title='Golden Globe Freaks'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWyfwPwG__I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZNjJxvZBsFU/s72-c/2106778129_6464326867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-5385402365593704485</id><published>2009-01-14T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:28:21.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Lis</title><content type='html'>1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes. I hate the smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How about drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once in a while, it's healthy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you liked someone you can’t have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I always like people that I can't have! Haha.. Rob Pattinson?? YES! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If someone liked you right now,would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No, not really. I'm pretty busy right now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whats your favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Swimming perhaps ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Its saturday night,you’re homealone..what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blogging, Surfing &amp;amp; Reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stop liking it since.... I watched Final Destination 3 :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When’s the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Err... the time when I truly know what I want in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity,who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lols..... who else? Titi wanna remind me nia :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shopping for CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Whats is your favourite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anywhere.. but not Miraku, G-Hotel :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren’t attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes? No? Maybe??? I don't know~~ Can you repeat the question?? LOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ideally.... nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Their hair :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which do you prefer,beach or mountains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sony Ericsson Z610i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Computer or laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laptop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Jeans or sweats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jeans I guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which year has been the best so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2007 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Twenty 2 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Studying :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What is your favourite tv show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What’s been your last purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Skin Food Seaweed Emulsion Cleanser :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I fell down during hiking on the tar road. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you do when you’re at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I read alot.... not coursebook but entertainment stuff :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favourite subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What’s the best things happened on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends &amp;amp; Family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 5 person to tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(1) ApongBalik&lt;br /&gt;(2) Abura&lt;br /&gt;(3) Pinkbag&lt;br /&gt;(4) Noc&lt;br /&gt;(5) Spontaneous Bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-5385402365593704485?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/5385402365593704485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=5385402365593704485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/5385402365593704485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/5385402365593704485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-lis.html' title='Tagged by Lis'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-8137675122036658068</id><published>2009-01-04T15:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:49:19.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Another Day Has Gone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(imagine you were reading this from a week ago. HEE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rights, another day has gone and I'm drawing closer to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; 5th January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as every minute passes by and as every second ticks away. I'm going to turn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; officially 0~s0~soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeks before, it made me felt very nervous and anxious, you know.. the thought of growing up. But now, it feels pretty much the same as before like, just the same old me :) Talkative. Reckless. Noob. Crazy. Indecisive. Senseless. Full of shits. Yea, nothing has changed much, especially my height :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my lovely friends, this year's birthday experience was by far, the best I ever had :) I've been celebrating my birthday from 1st Dec 2009 till the 4th. Yeah, tonight my family is celebrating my b'day dinner in Miraku, G-Hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I'd mentioned about the New Year bash in my previous post :)&lt;br /&gt;So last night, initially my birthday plan was to have a small dinner treat in Yu Mong (Jejala Ikan) Lolz! I chose that area based on a few reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) One of my friend/ "chi mui" wants to see Ms. Yu Mong :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The place is open-air and by the seaside, and we can have good time talking out loud :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) It's near to Queensbay, can roll on movie plan anytime after dinner :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) It's nearer to Hock's house, since he has to be back by 2.00 a.m. Aihs "kong-yee-pek-ling-yee-pak-0-1-8-kosong-satu-lapan-leng-yat-pat-zeroNEH-oneNEH-eightNEH-interpolenGEH- :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Cuz I want to eat Kerang Bakar. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seems like the rain god wasn't that cooperative with me. You see, I forgot to talk to see &lt;strong&gt;Mokgobja&lt;/strong&gt;. LOLS! Remember who is he? :P So I had to drop that plan at the very last minute :( Sorry for the friends who had to travel down so far to FETTISH PARK :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yerps, I ended up treating them to a Chinese Chu-Char Restaurant. Come on, 21 already you know, koh chiak McD, A&amp;amp;W, KFC meh? LOLS! Must act like adults dee okay? Must go restaurant and gao gao tiam chai dee okay? Hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols, I must say that it was my first honourable time to tiam chai. HAHA! And you know what? Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kah Whai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I SARK. Hahaha! I ended up ordering too much dishes with prawns... :P Take a bow at my dishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) Supreme Seaweed Soup -Uber nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) Sour Plum Spare Ribs - Yum zzh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) Nestum Prawn - Forgot to eat :P&lt;br /&gt;4) Signature Tofu - Yum zzh!&lt;br /&gt;5) Indonesian Curry King Prawn - U SARK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6) Fried Porridge - mmm... noob pun ler.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;7) Seafood Broccoli - Yum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;zzh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, that was all :P I hope you guys enjoyed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, let's take a peek at my prezieez okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288977874503880370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY5Wsq0TrI/AAAAAAAAB-8/KFDYoRb9c-M/s320/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979267976361538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY6nzwi9kI/AAAAAAAAB_s/zfNdHkagcI0/s320/DSC00888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288978501582019218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY57Mt5WpI/AAAAAAAAB_c/2pcyrqpf3c8/s320/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, everybody loves presents and gifts. So do I. But you know what I don't like about them? Unwrapping in front of people :P Cuz I just can't figure out what's the ideal expression. Lolz. Overjoyed may seem I'm greedy for the presents :P Often I'd try to suppress my excitement :P so that I don't look silly greedy bitch. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the dinner, we hopped to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Coffee Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... a new hangout place situated somewhere along the stretch of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gurney Drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And my-my... there were just peopleS and more peopleS.. But the ambiance was not too bad, as compared to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jacquelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s green tea. Ha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets take a look at some of the pictures taken there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GirlfriendssS for LifE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976940700317970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY4gV-suRI/AAAAAAAAB90/E2mICv_3bIs/s320/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boy(S)friendssS for Life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976945792901314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY4go83YMI/AAAAAAAAB98/ChS57GAOkGA/s320/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camwhore for Life! Ala~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288977847082118322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY5VGg9bLI/AAAAAAAAB-k/jC6rd7khc2g/s320/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tsu Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Me &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Baldy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976947798395234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY4gwbAyWI/AAAAAAAAB-M/1YxoxTqQA-E/s320/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pissed off for Life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288977856670425874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY5VqO_YxI/AAAAAAAAB-s/P6gxWokD1YU/s320/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Side shot for Life! LOLS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288977834372831058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY5UXK1F1I/AAAAAAAAB-c/j4KL17HRop8/s320/DSC00869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Noob face for Life! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976954688234242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY4hKFrYwI/AAAAAAAAB-U/k9wHH8TFSHE/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please stop that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Khar Wai&lt;/span&gt;.. Lols!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976944478138370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY4gkDZsAI/AAAAAAAAB-E/PbY1mspTLj8/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally a decent pic.. Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288977862827308514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY5WBK59eI/AAAAAAAAB-0/acr4dDaOsSk/s320/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I looked damn sleepy in this pic.. Lolz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So basically, that was my 21st birthday celebration. Simple? Yes! Enjoyed myself? Bingo! :) And thank you so much for all of you that had shared for my presents. They are going to be my treasures for Life! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A White &amp;amp; Pink Gold Diamond Pendant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288978490590327682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY56jxRc4I/AAAAAAAAB_E/79FxyXU_YWE/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a pretty floral dress :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288978492432970162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY56qol8bI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Grk4b1OYfFM/s320/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SKIN FOOD!!!!!! ROARRRRR!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288978507089946034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY57hPFpbI/AAAAAAAAB_k/oxEjolRJAqw/s320/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fragrant stiCKs??? They smell GREAT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288979276964156562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY6oVPZ1JI/AAAAAAAAB_0/sacW31y2Nf4/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't believe I took a week to complete my birthday post! Lols! I have more juicy posts coming up soon so keep checking okays? It's just my schedule is abit tight lately so forgive me okayS? I haven't even finished Breaking Dawn.. stuck at the same page since last week! Now, it's already almost 2 a.m. I need to pack my stuff! x.o.x.o :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-8137675122036658068?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8137675122036658068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=8137675122036658068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8137675122036658068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8137675122036658068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-has-gone.html' title='Another Day Has Gone....'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SWY5Wsq0TrI/AAAAAAAAB-8/KFDYoRb9c-M/s72-c/DSC00886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3225249418727540173</id><published>2009-01-02T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T04:10:12.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><title type='text'>F@rk U K@h W#@!, U $@rK</title><content type='html'>Lolz! I'm outta idea of what to put as my blog title this time, so let just put it as this.. Lols.. Do you feel honoured you si chao lok Khar Wai? LOls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols... Basically, I'm outta words tonight. Really outta words.... So outta words that it makes me... out of words. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate surprises, I really do. Hahaha. Cuz it freezes my mind, ties my tongue, locks my muscles.. burns my soul. Yeah, it is that freaking bad. Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, had been the freakiest night I ever had. Lols. The story begins with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Yu Yu at my house at 8.30 p.m. and then my sister called earlier in the afternoon, saying that she would touch down in Penang at 8.00 p.m. So my mum asked me to fetch my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sms-ed Yu Yu, apologising for the potong news. Would have to meet her up slightly later or tomorrow then :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the blue~ after I hung up the phone with Yu Yu not too long ago, my mum called me from the room and said that she would go herself to fetch my sis since Yu Yu was coming to find me. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I heed her advice and stayed home then. Some catching up stuff is good for the soul :) Actually I heard some noises from the stairs already. Thought my neighbour was having some kinda party :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So around 9.00 p.m., Yu Yu turned up while I was feeding Mikey his dog food. She had a bottle of Sparkling Juice in her hands. Lols. So funny. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent less than 1/2 hour of talk in my room and Yu Yu suddenly decided to go up to the rooftop to enjoy the view. Well, I made 2 glasses of Sparkling Juice and walked our way up to the rooftop then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drew closer to the entrance, I realised there were these candles litted up on the floor, flickering an odd number-21. Lolz. I knew then what was going to happen. Swt! Yu Yu betrayed me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately turned my head down and there! I saw ZX and the other boys coming up and daa daa boom! The door across me opened and I saw Ai Phing, Yi Ling then Jay Lin holding a birthday cake and CRASH! Nadialisa &amp;amp; Jane were there too! I mean, Lols NADIALISA, JANE &amp;amp; HOLY CRAP.. CONNIE CHENG WY KIN!!!!!! If Connie wasn't a surprise then I really don't know what else surprise could mean now. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. I had known her for 10 years and she had never once turned up for my birthday even she was cordially invited. And now, out of the freaking purple moon.. SHE WAS THERE~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they began to sing a birthday song to me which that was really the first time I felt birthday song was too long. ZzzZ.. :P And I Made a wish.. as simple as.. shhh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outta words, speechless and I really didn't know what to say. It was as if I was raised up and only taught of the words: My God, Thank you, Surprised. Crazy. I just didn't know how to act. What am I supposed to do next. Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I looked stunningly stupid and totally crappy with my hair simply tied up, with ragged short pants and a torn Coca Cola tees :P I looked like I just finished painting my house :P Never to forget my pink Bata slippers. Crap that! And the last time I bathed was like 2 p.m. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there several minutes with the cake in my hand. Thanking and laughing and that was all I knew. Then Ai Phing reminded me that I should cut my cake, well thanks girl. I was dumb struck HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck was not on our side as it started drizzling. Oh noes, we just had to move back into my house. My house. Lolz.. I admit, it's a pathetic small tau kua sized nest, with my brother's kiki kak kak all around the place. Lols, I just want to say SoRRy FriEnDS for stuffing you guys in a small room :P It was better than the rain right- at least :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go for dinner but we ended up staying in the small room talking for a while till some of them had to make a move. It was pretty late then at 11.00 p.m. we finally thought of going somewhere else for supper :) We went Northam Beach in the end. We finished off around at 1.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my birthday bash in advance :D 1st Dec 2009. I said I expected something great to happen this year but never thought that it was this soon. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have some messages here, dedicated to each and everyone of you here who made my night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Yu- Thank you so much for being part of the organiser. Lolz. I'll always remember this and you owe me a big deal for it. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Ling- LOLS! I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT YOU DIDN'T END UP CALLING THE WHOLE 5 Sc 1 HERE! Hahahhaha! Ling!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Phing- Well, thank you for the cake. I know it's not your idea but Tsu Hong's :P So thoughtful of him. Appreciate it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq- You cheeky little corporate girl. LOLS! I really appreciate your time here, I know you are one busy personnel now. HAHAHA! Catch up soon.. and lets lose our weight HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Lin- Lolz. I regretted didn't smash that cake onto your face :P since it was in your hands! HAHA! But really thank you for coming up all the way here for this crazy thing :P I love that fragrant sticks. But not going to stick them into any holes in my body HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadialisa- Lolz You are one of the surprise itself. I would really want to catch up with you on another date. I mean, tonight was so surprising I just didn't know what else to say :) Thanks for coming and the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane- This time you were not seen flying like you were seen in Yu Yu's birthday last time huh? Lolz. Got some skills already I see. HAHAHA! Thank you thank you for your gift. When I reached home, my mum already stole it and placed it in her room. Swt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie- You chau lok! Lols.... How dare you berkomplot with them to do this to me! Haha. One day you'll know the consequences :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huo Kit- Baldy, grow your hair! Lols. Thanks for coming. I don't have anything to say to you since you're bald now. LOLS.. Joking! Yeng la yeng la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Whai- Fark U! U sark!!! Actually.. I know who is that Cam Gigandet. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Lay- U suck even more cuz you weren't here. Kononnya Chibi Maruko live. Lan got la you! LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hock- I decided to end this friendship with you as soon as the clock struck 12 am last night actually. Lolz! You know what's the reason, don't you.? VV! Hhahaa! But since you drove all the way from Tesco Xtra to here. I give you double credit. Now you're no longer WCF.. You are... BFITEU, Decipher tht! :P You left your bookmark in my room :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZX- Wah down. Tonight you were haunted by Jagung Muar Chee I see.. HAHA! Maybe jagung would be the key to your weight gaining? Lols. Random I am. I wasn't that random until I got to know you years back. HAHA! And I notice something bout you. You can't take Sparkling Juice at all. You get uncontrollable :P HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prashant- Thanks for being part of this. Appreciate it. AHAHA but I'm jealous that you're hair is trendier than mine. Lols! Sorry for all the shortage :P My unit is not so spacious as yours :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't miss out anyone rite? Hee! O-yea. I din know you guys brought 2 extra bottles of Sparkling Juice. I just realised it :S Sorry. SHud have shared them with you guys instead of plain water :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Though I hate surprises, I will always adore you guys and girls for making my 21st year on Earth a truly memorable experience :) Lolz. Now I understand why Bella hates surprises. HAHA! It really caught me off guard and I don't like being... a helpless noob :P Well unless... Rob Pattinson is part of it. LOLS! I'd die 1 million times for this surprise HAHAH! JK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you lu lang! LOLS. Love you guys and girls.. LOTS! Nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3225249418727540173?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3225249418727540173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3225249418727540173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3225249418727540173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3225249418727540173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/01/frk-u-kh-w-u-rk.html' title='F@rk U K@h W#@!, U $@rK'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3528607787983829431</id><published>2009-01-01T02:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:13:13.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;elc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story snipped short,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 2008&lt;/span&gt; wasn't a very good year for me though I picked up alot of new experiences along the way :) Nevertheless, I still feel thankful to God that everyone that is dear to me-family &amp;amp; friends, lived through &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2008 &lt;/span&gt;together with me, safe and sound :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 2009&lt;/span&gt;! Don't you feel blessed of the chance given to you? So, stop whining and moping bout the past. A past is always a past, and it will continue to haunt you if you keep staying in that dark room. Walk out, leave them but never to forget them of course. So that you will not fall into the same trap again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's easier said than done but guess what? I'm not born an adult and I had been thru what exactly some of you are going thru and trust me, time heals and you're the only antidote. No one can help you if you refuse to help yourself. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm too proud at times and yes, I'm proud of myself :P Haha! In some ways.. not like what you're thinking but heaven, it's enough that I know myself :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286022023929562930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVu5BjM2hzI/AAAAAAAAB9k/L8tbfl2xoaA/s320/Cover-Snap-New-Year%27s_article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;New Year's Resolutions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sure everyone has something they want to share. Here's a piece of mine! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Getting my body back in shape. LOls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) Sleep earlier, even a minute counts! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3) NOT TO BE LATE ANYMORE :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4) Learn to say "No, I don't want to"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5) Level up my confidence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6) Complete Cibtac &amp;amp; Cidesco (My UK + Swiss Diplomas) with Honours- this is abit hard LOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;7) Be cool &amp;amp; chic LOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;8) Be a more patient Mum ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9) Be patient for New Moon :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10) Still unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Rob Pattinson HHAHAHHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of at the moment. Haha! Really, this year's feeling is amazing. Not because I'm getting older but it's just a feeling of... excitement Haha. Like I can sense some interesting stuff coming up, not too sure what those are anyways :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thank you for the few minutes of your precious time spent here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVu5BpSqsfI/AAAAAAAAB9s/-IZKHYz0znI/s1600-h/HappyNewYear_MD.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286022025564566002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVu5BpSqsfI/AAAAAAAAB9s/-IZKHYz0znI/s320/HappyNewYear_MD.gif" 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/7701616101078624764-3528607787983829431?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3528607787983829431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3528607787983829431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3528607787983829431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3528607787983829431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year, New Resolutions'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVu5BjM2hzI/AAAAAAAAB9k/L8tbfl2xoaA/s72-c/Cover-Snap-New-Year%27s_article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3966563974243644299</id><published>2008-12-28T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:14:43.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><title type='text'>Tang Yuan</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since my mum last&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"soh yee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :P Cuz none of us at home is a fan of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"yee".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lolz! I wonder what's&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "yee"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; called in English. Mmm.. let me see &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*thinking hard*&lt;/span&gt;. Could it be... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;glutinous rice flour balls? &lt;/span&gt;That's one heck of a long name :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my noob bro that suddenly developed cravings for&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "yee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so my mum took the hassle to make some this year, though it was way pass the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "yee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; season :P My mum doesn't really fancy colourings in her cooking so she only made yellow ones for us :P Nope, not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.. ah ah.. not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nangka/ cempedak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; either :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BorinG bUt TaStY HuaN ChU fLaVouRed BaLLs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcil_gbi4I/AAAAAAAAB9c/7_0owYz1bYY/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284730723840527234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcil_gbi4I/AAAAAAAAB9c/7_0owYz1bYY/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; sweet sweet potatoeS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got very excited when my mum asked us to help her in the kitchen, the feeling was like.. getting kiddy all over again :P But a good daughter like me would obviously help her right from the start till the end ler.. LOLS! Unlike my noob bro! He offered to help us but after 4-5 &lt;em&gt;biji&lt;/em&gt; he complained&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; "Sien lo, bo ho ee eh. Mai cho liao"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *&amp;amp;^$#%&amp;amp;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Chiak toh gao, cho toh mm cho ho ho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I snapped :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But after a while, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; joined us and my bro came again. Luckily before he set his hands on the dough again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was quick enough to urge him to go wash his hands. She saw him scratching his pants (butt!) just seconds ago~ LOLz! YuCkS.... lucky US :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The usual him, after another 4-5&lt;em&gt; biji&lt;/em&gt;. He started to get bored again and he was seen making funny funny shapes of&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "yee".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pillow shaped, pig shaped and hell lots more but was flattened by my mum after each and every, asked him not to play play. Lolz! Well, only one cute one survived, made by&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TaDaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728233463424402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcgVCIQpZI/AAAAAAAAB9E/X8-Myxjd7Gc/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;PiGgY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back view!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcillTtn2I/AAAAAAAAB9U/4YH6Nt74F_o/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284730716807864162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcillTtn2I/AAAAAAAAB9U/4YH6Nt74F_o/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chubi neeh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then it was time to dump them into boiling water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcgUwmaVhI/AAAAAAAAB88/S9yH0ZJAWa4/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728228758050322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcgUwmaVhI/AAAAAAAAB88/S9yH0ZJAWa4/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;looking like fish balls... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcgUv0TO-I/AAAAAAAAB80/O9W4790Ti3o/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728228547869666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcgUv0TO-I/AAAAAAAAB80/O9W4790Ti3o/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; piggy so alone :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was thinking of keeping that cute piggy for several days in the fridge. And then my phone rang and I went to pick it up in my room. The next thing I knew was... my noob bro munch it down his stomach already %^&amp;amp;*!#$%%%!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And have you guys seen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mikey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in clothes before??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's my Baby :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcgUEdwJVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/k9-sHN7qo3U/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284728216910570834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcgUEdwJVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/k9-sHN7qo3U/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; mai siao siao.. HOTTIE ok his shirt. Lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3966563974243644299?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3966563974243644299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3966563974243644299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3966563974243644299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3966563974243644299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/12/tang-yuan.html' title='Tang Yuan'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVcil_gbi4I/AAAAAAAAB9c/7_0owYz1bYY/s72-c/DSC00847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1701377596434781902</id><published>2008-12-25T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:51:37.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><title type='text'>ChoP ChOP cHoP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How are my holidays doing so far? Mmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very, very productive indeed :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh huh~ It's this productive! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283732373288938850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmV4ebWI/AAAAAAAAB8c/ZWxkJkv1Ls8/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;done reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's only one last book to go: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Breaking Dawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmx2AcxI/AAAAAAAAB8k/vczmMIlEsP4/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283732380794778386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmx2AcxI/AAAAAAAAB8k/vczmMIlEsP4/s320/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; e-book is for savers like me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Robert Pattinson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cut his hair a day ago and the news spread through the internet like a deadly viral infection. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that made it a headnews :P Let us have a quick look of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Rob Pattinson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before and after haircut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Icy lips~*~*cold chest*~*~ Lolz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmNVSA_I/AAAAAAAAB8E/KyRAmdWCTrc/s1600-h/robertp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283732370993841138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmNVSA_I/AAAAAAAAB8E/KyRAmdWCTrc/s320/robertp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, so he traded in his trademark tousled locks for a no-muss, Marine-style crew cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmFQ4phI/AAAAAAAAB8U/ApYevSW4f3E/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-short-cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283732368827917842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmFQ4phI/AAAAAAAAB8U/ApYevSW4f3E/s320/robert-pattinson-short-cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i can imagine him saying : &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"yea, i just got a haircut, what bout it?.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exactly. It's just a haircut and I don't understand why this causes an uproar among his pool of fans. I have come across a few stupid press statements like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hecklerspray noted that Pattinson has "the world's dreamiest hair... so if Robert Pattinson ever had a haircut, we'd probably kill ourselves." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~*I'm anticipating for another Yahoo headnews of these noobs that seriously already had themselves killed by now*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"But that doesn't stop his fans from feelling a slight betrayal in the change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://offtherack.peoplestylewatch.com/2008/12/22/robert-pattinson-cuts-his-hair-love-it-or-hate-it/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;People.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; has helpfully added a poll to its website for opinionated hair-istas to vote on how they feel about the shorter, unfussy look."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~*So much of calling themselves Robert Pattinson's fans, stupid*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Yes, would someone please think of the fans? As many pointed out, filming for the sequel is three months away -- and opinions ranged about whether this is enough time for his hair to grow back for the role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/news/twilights-robert-pattinson-chops-his-trademark-locks/16844;_ylt=Avwj5n4RBbUSzmKK04.0KuTWn414"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; suggested that to reprise the signature 'do, Pattinson may be forced to don hair extensions. Would fans buy Pattinson in a wig?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~*Duh~! As if his hair will not grow again.. and damn right, would someone then please think of him*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come on, Twilight Saga has 4 sequels altogether or maybe 5 if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stephenie Meyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finally decided to complete her Midnight Sun (narrated from Edward's P.O.V). Do they really expect him to keep his hair un-cut for the next 4 or 5 years, growing like wild ferns or going all drapy like&lt;strong&gt; Jacob Black's&lt;/strong&gt; hair, hmmm? Would that be the most ideal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then? NOOB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh*.. Guess it's really not that easy to be all swirled in fame overnight, only just after one movie and a cold chested, icy lips-&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P Sometimes I wonder, is it&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Rob Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that brings out&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or is it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that brings out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rob Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Or maybe, both of them co-exist. LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To me, the first 3 sequels of Twilight Saga are really good. Of course, it depicts a very typical sweet teenage romance, well maybe not that typical since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is no ordinary boy but a vampire :P Though vampire stories are superficial but the way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; projected it sounds somewhat, existing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's why you have a seven year old who ran into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and said, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Please. Bite. Me....."&lt;/span&gt; through her teeth :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And came the 4th sequel: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Err.. I don't know what to say but... in short, it's no longer the sweet teenage romance, it has turned into... adult romance overnight and I wonder if it's really that suitable for young teens. Or maybe it's just me this auntie soon-to-be that is still stuck behind the old school of thoughts :P! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I even wonder how is the director going to film some parts in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; without changing much of the real story :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another thing, I don't know why my reading passion has dropped by 50% as I came into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I, still am.. looking forward to what will happen but it doesn't feel like the previous sequels that I religiously devoted all my time to :P It's not that it isn't good. Maybe I just feel, the sooner I finish it, the sooner it will come to an end. Or maybe... I don't like its ending at all. LOLS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't like endings with... AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER. Cause it's not... it's not.. Well, cause it's not.. erm.. it's not.. sad ending? :O Lolz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't have a fetish for pain-motions but... well, it's just to me that sad ending seems to have a greater emotional impact on me. That's why people still talk about&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyways :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I'd appreciate something like,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was killed, leaving &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (who wanted so much to become a vampire back then and lets just grant her wish) to live through the dark times without &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anymore. Haha! And then found herself fallen for &lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt; once more but this time &lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't give 2 shits about it and falls for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reneesmee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;instead. WALALALLALALA! My perfect ending :P!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess I just heard some growlings from the fairytale lovers :P ROAR!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I should come up with my own, personal version of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Breaking Dawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think, I've thought of the perfect casts too for the motion picture! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There! Presenting to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmB0TGtI/AAAAAAAAB8M/2pF_UedVKE0/s1600-h/pecah+subuh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283732367902710482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmB0TGtI/AAAAAAAAB8M/2pF_UedVKE0/s320/pecah+subuh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;definitely cost saving on the make-up wise, cuz you see, Michael Jackson is naturally WHITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chrissy can play 2 characters (Girl-Boy-Girl-Boy) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and Mikey works for free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha! I'm random. Goodnights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-1701377596434781902?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1701377596434781902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1701377596434781902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1701377596434781902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1701377596434781902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/12/chop-chop-chop.html' title='ChoP ChOP cHoP!!!'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SVOWmV4ebWI/AAAAAAAAB8c/ZWxkJkv1Ls8/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3010896614594976889</id><published>2008-12-25T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:43:02.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><title type='text'>Messy Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas 2008, another great night spent with my cool buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special in this post. Just dropping by to wish everyone Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes with love from me to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cHix!* I feel good tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3010896614594976889?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3010896614594976889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3010896614594976889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3010896614594976889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3010896614594976889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/12/messy-christmas.html' title='Messy Christmas'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-917370040571349144</id><published>2008-12-20T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:25:38.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Dear Santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*~*Ho h&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; Ho&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~*&lt;/span&gt;~* C&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hr&lt;/span&gt;ist&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;s i&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; ar&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oun&lt;/span&gt;d th&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;co&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rn&lt;/span&gt;er again&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is indeed a very lovely festive season. Everywhere you go, you see amazing decorations of christmas trees with presents, paints and sprays of merry wishes to banners everywhere in the streets- welcoming almost everyone, regardless of race and religion to celebrate&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Though, there's always something missing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :) and I mean... the real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not just a crafted cotton snow nor those sad bits of styrofoam mimicking the snowflakes. No to the foamy sprays too. I wish I could have the chance to spend a real, living &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; someday. I have no problem with chills ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without coldness in life, will we ever be able to feel the warmth we long for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HiP hiP HurRay~! I hereby announce that my holidays have now officially started, 2 weeks off from classes ;) Which yesterday was the last one, well it wasn't really a class but a 3 in 1 party :P &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Sem break-Christmas-New Year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; combo thing :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we had a &lt;em&gt;vondutch&lt;/em&gt;... oooPs! I mean POTLUCK party :P So, each and everyone of us cooked and brought something to share and as usual, I only know how to make Potato Salad. LOLS! I know what are you thinking (it's boring~)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but like what?? People do like it... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281553257983820850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvYtIxuxDI/AAAAAAAAB5c/gp4MGAtdvWk/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the cheesecake is real good i'm telling you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You guys know which category of eater I am so it explains fairly that why the food pictures I had taken are all mostly finished :P I was busy eating when they were hot &amp;amp; steamy :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281553266925215618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvYtqFhn4I/AAAAAAAAB5s/FQXttw4qwnE/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;teriyaki chicken, white sauce pasta, filipino potatoes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281553262801505378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvYtauWzGI/AAAAAAAAB5k/hrp_u_5enm0/s320/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wholemeal sandwiches, awesome sambal popia, squid kerabu, My Potato Salad, cheesy cake &amp;amp; fruit platter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And whole lots more at the other side which I didn't have a chance to snap all :P There were like 30 odds of us including tutors, staff and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Madam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Before the party started, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Madam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shared with us her inspiring stories, living legends of her successful students and promoting her new campus in &lt;strong&gt;Petaling Jaya-KL&lt;/strong&gt;. We listened.. but we were hungry :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Madam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;surprised us with some gifts from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Xie Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281553272249584338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvYt969CtI/AAAAAAAAB50/xS5i8NHQe44/s320/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i got a very cute voodoo looking rabbit. Lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for the students, we organised our very own gift exchange too. Everyone brought a gift and we had a table of happiness displayed :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281554923799030530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvaOGbBqwI/AAAAAAAAB6M/vvINtKUaV_E/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;aWwW~! it's cute, isn't it?? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like any other ordinary party. We had games too. Simple games which were really... simple. Yea.. Simple. LOls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jumping with balloons should be very simple... LOls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281554918713205122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvaNzeeIYI/AAAAAAAAB6E/StC78iEk9FA/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yea we had to hold the balloons that way and jumped 2 ways back :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had about 4 games then later, it was close to the end of the party so it was time to redeem our presents! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281554928686081890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvaOYoMJ2I/AAAAAAAAB6U/yibQBpW9d8s/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;up for grabs, up for grabs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my receiver was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from Bandar Perai Campus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281554932886897346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvaOoRvgsI/AAAAAAAAB6k/ir2k0zN9ins/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;cute ayy?? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I was the receiver of....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281557447318853042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvcg_RCVbI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Cjlb8eGazAY/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ms. Hong Han Yie's Prezzie~! We're both from GP Campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I should introduce a few of my recent friends and coursemates to you guys ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281553275531277698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvYuKJXtYI/AAAAAAAAB58/sSz5VkerS1U/s320/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;From bottom left: Han Yie, Ying Sing, Ginny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;From upper left: Choya &amp;amp; Melissa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is me &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ginny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the mini&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Christmas Tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281554928281885906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvaOXH0nNI/AAAAAAAAB6c/FUFsMzGfe8A/s320/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually I wanted to grab more pictures of others but they were seen busy packing and cleaning their stuff outside so basically there were just a few of us who stayed back in the lecture room and found some toys... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is this???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281557459894849154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvchuHYzoI/AAAAAAAAB60/vLRT5irz1wU/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's Santa Barbara not Claus :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281557462492103234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvch3ynwkI/AAAAAAAAB68/YsLqVKxz87s/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's so christmas-yyyy~~! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep it low, chicks~ :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281557467652852914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvciLBCjLI/AAAAAAAAB7E/RhS4KbW3b8s/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it was just quite a simple party actually. But yea, we enjoyed ourselves- tremendously :P It's pretty interesting to meet new friends and discover new interests in them. Come to think about it, I only have about a year in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stella-In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and maybe this could be the one and only time I got to celebrate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here as a student :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I'd like to wish everyone of you here a very,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas &amp;amp; A Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-ditch the unhappiness &amp;amp; despair of 2008 &amp;amp; bring along your dreams and visions to 2009!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvciC48l7I/AAAAAAAAB7M/7Ck9ZfLFxz8/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281557465471424434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvciC48l7I/AAAAAAAAB7M/7Ck9ZfLFxz8/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JuSt Let It rOck~!~ LEt It RocK~!~!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-917370040571349144?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/917370040571349144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=917370040571349144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/917370040571349144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/917370040571349144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa...'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SUvYtIxuxDI/AAAAAAAAB5c/gp4MGAtdvWk/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-348834686395516707</id><published>2008-12-15T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:02:19.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Therapy</title><content type='html'>Writing has always been a therapy to me.&lt;br /&gt;Particularly blogging, find it very therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;Someway, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never lie about my emotions in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I feel euphoric and high bout something or even someone, I'll hoo-haa bout it. And then I move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If I feel mad and angry about something or even someone, I'll bitch about them and at most, give 2 shits about it and then I move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I feel sad or down, I'll pour all my heart and soul into my words and then, I move on :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling euphoric tonight. Nor mad at someone too. And yes, I'm feeling sad. So sad that I feel like crying suddenly. There's no reason to how and why am I feeling like this. I guess it should be the.. sudden hormonal attacks. You can google it. No joke :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are no wasted tears here. All to the greatest reservoir- my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an emo kid but there's no one to be blamed for fluctuating hormones, I'm aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just too happy and excited that I am finally able to fix my wireless connection and get to cosily surfing the internet on my beloved chamber of ..... whatever. I mean my bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's about what someone had told me earlier this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just nervous of the idea of growing up. Facing life. Challenges ahead. I guess I'm just over excited? I was chatting with my sister and she said something that made me feel teary but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: So what do you feel like or wish to do for your 21st birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: I don't know. Physically or emotionally??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: For the moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: &lt;em&gt;(New Moon? Hee!)&lt;/em&gt; I just want to spend quality time with loved ones and close friends :) Nothing particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Girl: That's all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: Maybe too gain more freedom and can drive my own life without parental supervision anymore?? Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: HAHA! You can have that. Not a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: I'm not so sure about it. You know your mum, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: Yea. Actually....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: Yea that's true. When I think of that... We still thought that you were a little kid n child that haven't grown up n just a glimpse of eye u r now 21 d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: In our eyes n mind u r always a little gurl or rather we rather choose to c that u will never grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: But that's very very selfish of us! HEHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: sigh* It's time I need to be really responsible for my acts rite? No more fooling around and don't give a damn attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: So tell me, what do you really want? Anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: &lt;em&gt;(yat sat chor mou fong kor- ngek ngek*)&lt;/em&gt; I want a platinum necklace with a key pendant. I want new sunshade. I want a new leather bag. LOLS! You ask for it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: Got it! A Bata brand bag for you. That's all I can think of for you if you want a bag. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: &lt;em&gt;(Ba-lan la :P)&lt;/em&gt; YOU!!! Nvm.. Lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: Can I ask you smth really serious??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson:&lt;em&gt; (!!!???)&lt;/em&gt; Har? What? So serious?? &lt;em&gt;(I don't have a boyfriend yet :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: Do you think Haresh is handsome??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Choya Pattinson: LolS! I don't know who is Haresh, I only know who's Rob Pattinson and he's very handsome for sure!!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Match Stick's Gurl: haHa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was part of MSN convo with my sis. Tell me. Shouldn't I feel sad over some parts of it when she said about me growing up? I just feel emo when the words keep flashing across my mind. Time flies. I'm 21 one, soon 31, 41, 51!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BITE ME &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CARLISLE&lt;/span&gt;!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;~*~Time is ticking, blood is racing, out of control. I feel like chasing you to date me is a race of its own~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 coming to an end, very quickly... Everything will remain as history, once more. To think about it, for nearly the past of 20 years, I haven't really done anything memorable and adventurous. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Something solid enough for me to feel, my life is a worthwhile one though I got some wear and tear, here and there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have something in mind. And I'm going to do it. For sure I will. No hesitation this time. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it's something about me vanishing in Penang for a while, far far away. To somewhere that the day &amp;amp; night, remain a contrast :P&lt;/span&gt; It might take years for it to be accomplished but good things worth all the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should just stop right here. It's not healthy to let emotions overpower me for a long time. Like I said. Whatever it is, I move on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-348834686395516707?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/348834686395516707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=348834686395516707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/348834686395516707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/348834686395516707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/12/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-4170918126996566502</id><published>2008-12-08T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:55:02.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><title type='text'>Flightless Bird~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*~~~Have I found you??? Flightless bird~~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RiteZ, if you guys still remember this song, it was actually the song from the prom scene in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Where&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Edward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; danced with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bella,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; leaned towards her and pressed his sexy-icy lips on her neck :P Nah.. he didn't bite her. LOLS. She wished he did :P &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He bit Tyra Banks instead in The Tyra Bank's Show.. HEcKK~!~ :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm still not over him Lols! It's really not so much about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (he's just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; imaginery boyfriend), it's about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rob Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LOLS! It's like now, whenever I'm reading the story... my mind just can't stop picturing that godlike face of him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note that I used the term godlike, not pretty boy. Lols. He doesn't belong to the pretty boy category. It's just another level. No one has achieved before. Well, at least in my collection LOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ST1B75ffk1I/AAAAAAAAB20/zdK3qbCpCnk/s1600-h/edward2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277446835649090386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ST1B75ffk1I/AAAAAAAAB20/zdK3qbCpCnk/s320/edward2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; the gaze that melts~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously, having all added up together- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Takuya Kimura + Lam Fung + Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or even whoever I once &lt;em&gt;"heng",&lt;/em&gt; the effect is nothing compared to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rob Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Lolz! Guess my TITLE in MSN is going to stay for A WHILE~~ HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very, very rarely... I'm saying very rarely.. I find myself attracted to a young man. He's only 22. HAHAHAHA! Watever~~ Why didn't I watch&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Hmm? LOlz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But watch also it's going to be a waste of time. That kiddy look will not be much of an appeal to me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455044531955426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ST1JZt9rpuI/AAAAAAAAB28/hzSbCzg6rTE/s320/ICONATOR_5493a5bb05bb6de193b4428453e06e97.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;how boys grow~~ LOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, today I feel very &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sedated and uplifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Lols! Whatever that means~ I learn new sentence from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poh Jeen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; assessment paper. Haha! I mentioned that Monday was my Practical and Theory Assessment on Facials ryte? But I know I definitely didn't mention that I spent my 2 days, Sat-Sun reading 500 odd pages of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;instead of my notes. I thought I was going to doom today... but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahahahha! When you pay attention in class, you can actually spend your time at home playing, jumping on the bed, throwing confetti :P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cheh wah cheh wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Choya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ini, sungguh menyampah... &lt;/em&gt;Lolz.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W-A-T-E-V-E-R~~&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHHA! I'm not myself lately, so just forgive me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, so my Assessment went really well except that I almost twisted my wrist while doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Swedish Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cuz I caught the wrong angle.. Damn~ Thank god &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poh Jeen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't notice HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; down and there's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go~ I'm at the 1st chapter, on par with the pancake boy.. who else.. but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apongbalik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:P But I know he's a lil pissed with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bella's LAN-CHARACTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that he doubts if he should continue on reading tonight. So am I :S But Apong, didn't you advise me that I needed to be a professional fan when I almost quit&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Lols.. due to.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J_L__SY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455042974153474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ST1JZoKRewI/AAAAAAAAB3E/diyPSaeRGBU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;once I start, I'll finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, hope you guys enjoy the song. It's really nice. A few of us now can't stop playing it over and over again. Call us whatever, it's still a nice song and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rob Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rocks ;) NiTo NiTo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-4170918126996566502?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4170918126996566502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=4170918126996566502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4170918126996566502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4170918126996566502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/12/flightless-bird.html' title='Flightless Bird~'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/ST1B75ffk1I/AAAAAAAAB20/zdK3qbCpCnk/s72-c/edward2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-8461002719224291990</id><published>2008-12-03T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:19:14.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Time After Time</title><content type='html'>It's exactly 4 months now, since I started my course in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Stella-In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Time flies, indeed! I still remember the first few weeks of my freshie days in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Stella-In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damn blur + damn noob + damn punctual + damn obedient.&lt;/span&gt; Lols! Packed up every night before I went to sleep and sorted out all notes and prepared for lessons the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later, which is now.. I pack up, I still do... Lols.. But not the night before but while I'm holding a glass of milk and a biscuit in my mouth every morning. HAHA! 10 minutes before I leave the doorstep :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the morning class lasts from 10.30 a.m. to bout like 12.30 p.m. and noon class takes place from 2.00 p.m. to 5.00 p.m. So in the mean time while waiting for noon class to start, we sometimes have ample time to go for shopping :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've paid frequent visits to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; Skin Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I find their products very interesting! I don't know.. I just feel happy whenever I enter the shop.. LOLS! You know, I'm getting really sick of make-up these days and I just want to treat my skin with more nutritious food! I'm going to have a break from 19 Dec onwards till 4th Jan. In this 2 weeks break, I'm darn sure I just want to spend the days without make-up at all, be it anywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not that I have natural beauty. I wish I do, but I just want to feel comfortable in my own skin and not a... painting :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I last felt so... in control of time :P I'm not sure why but it seems that tonight, my time seems to last longer than as usual. I feel like I had done pretty a lot of stuff compared to the other nights and it's just 10 p.m. now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's because I had an early shower right after my mum dropped me home. Feeling all refreshed than as usual where I'd laze around but instead I got to my books and did an amazing 3 hours revision tonight. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Syabas! Tahniah!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've packed up for class tomorrow, too. I've trimmed my nails. I've filed my expenditures for today and... what else did I do... oh, blogging perhaps. I had dinner and then supper too! Lols! It seems like I'd done so many things already and it's still so early! Maybe it's just my imagination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*~Maybe we're friends, maybe we're more, maybe it's just my imagination~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; book from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Going to read it before I go to bed tonight. I feel excited! Hahahaha! And tomorrow&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Yu Yu's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; going to pass me &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;New Moon! New Moon! New Moon! New Moon!!!!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good when you think it is ;) NightS.. I'm going to brush Mikey's teeth-y! BuAiZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-8461002719224291990?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8461002719224291990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=8461002719224291990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8461002719224291990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8461002719224291990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-after-time.html' title='Time After Time'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-5575660982951897545</id><published>2008-12-01T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:29:58.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><title type='text'>Dun Sked, Dun Sked!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lolz.. Dun sked, dun sked~! It's not about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in this post Lolz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share with you guys a joke my friend sent to me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 husbands were sitting at the waiting room in a hospital while waiting for their wives birth giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then a nurse came out and said to the first daddy, "Congratulations Mr. Lee, you got twins!".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Ohh.. maybe its a coincident!" said the daddy. "I am working with the Petronas Twin Towers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then another nurse came out and said to the second daddy, "Congratulations Mr. Bill, your wife just gave way to triplets!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Wooow, this is a coincident too!" the second daddy exclaimed. "I am working for 3M Corporation!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Later, another nurse came out and said to the third daddy, "Tahniah Encik Faizal! Isteri you dapat kembar empat lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Alhamdulillah! Mungkin ini kebetulan juga kot, I kerja di Four Season Hotel!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, the&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; fourth daddy-to-be were in uncontrolled worry.&lt;/span&gt; All the 3 daddies asked him, why did he seem to worry so much? He then answered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I am working in Seven-Eleven!" &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/7701616101078624764-5575660982951897545?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/5575660982951897545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=5575660982951897545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/5575660982951897545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/5575660982951897545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/12/dun-sked-dun-sked.html' title='Dun Sked, Dun Sked!!!'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-2504959188094747346</id><published>2008-11-29T18:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:08:56.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>@#$%!^&amp;*&amp;^%!!@#**!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;~*~Oh baby dont you know I suffer? Oh baby can you hear me moan? You caught me under false pretenses. How long before you let me go?~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know my blog song now is a bit -not-choya-like but...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you'll know why at the end of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lolz! For those of you who haven't watched&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm saying please just go watch it, ignore all reviews whether it sucks or not you judge it yourself after the movie! For me it worths all the RM10 just for &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;one special 2 minutes scene.&lt;/span&gt; Again.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;you'll know why at the end of the post&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looks freakingly sexy and hot as&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Like what, vampires are sexy~ LOLS! It's like practically the entire "vegetarian" family of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cullens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are DARN irresistible. Once more...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you'll know why at the end of my post&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Yuyu said and I quote, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"If one asked me how's Twilight, I'm not so sure if I'd bring myself to say the story is indeed nice but for sure I'd say HE IS NICE!"&lt;/span&gt; Lolz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274023167688226690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEYIMc8t4I/AAAAAAAAB18/ASyYzvSZITQ/s320/11026238_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUCKING AGREE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;*minus the visual of his face being squashed in mud under Voldemort's shoes in Harry Potter. Lolz!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But who else you think would be better&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than him??! My GOD!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274023168800328482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEYIQmGCyI/AAAAAAAAB2E/xdIY_UQuytY/s320/11341196_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that mysterious look of his.. ahh~ It makes me feel like screming...&lt;br /&gt;*I'm the food! I'm the food!!!* Lolz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274023164189995106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEYH_a58GI/AAAAAAAAB10/fz8ORQChrTs/s320/11026232_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Behold~! The Sexy Vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I do not think he's very good looking but there's just that peculiar and mysterious look of him that draws the attention!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274023173674326882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEYIiwJW2I/AAAAAAAAB2U/ZEl4CEvaPUg/s320/11355566_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Glacier is melting, supermassive black hole~*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think the girl, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bella Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is pretty but.. I don't quite like her character. Like the whatever kind of attitude. Maybe I'm just jealous.. LOlz! Seeing how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gets so protective and always having her around his arms...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%%^^%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;!@#$%%^^%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp;*!!@#!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274023174043906562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEYIkIQsgI/AAAAAAAAB2M/7b4QimXz090/s320/11343026_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a definition of a perfect date to Prom to me is... this! Lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alrights, enough about him. Now it's time for him.. Hhahaa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025378180916594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEaI3LeZXI/AAAAAAAAB2c/mcEVnCYKXQs/s320/2280932394_a79d4ee7ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dr. Carlisle Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I couldn't agree further that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a success not entirely based on the story itself but the perfect casting of the characters! Seriously, this kind of vampire story is very typical indeed. They are almost the same even from different writers. I love vampire stories, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yi Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for introducing me &lt;strong&gt;The Vampire's Diaries by L.J Smith.&lt;/strong&gt; The book I read before my F5 trials was &lt;strong&gt;The Awakening&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As usual, the typical vampire stories depict how good looking are the vampires, how they fall in love with the mortals and of the foes long for the same mortal.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; The venum, the risk, the red apple, crystal apple and more apples&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not sure why they always have apples in vampire stories thou-Lolz) One vegetarian the other carnivorous! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ya know, things like that and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But this story is a lil bit different in the sense that normally, vampires vanish when exposed to the sunlight but instead the vampires in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Twilight's Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have sparkling bodies when exposed to sunlight. Hahaha! Watever, the baseball scene is A DIE FOR SCENE :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025385173550402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEaJROphUI/AAAAAAAAB2k/KMXQ7M1k6uE/s320/102020081736457619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;whenever there's thunder now, I guess I'll start to imagine the vampires playing baseball! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, the cast that I find to be extremely entertaining is.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Charlie Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Bella's dad! He's funny with the pepper spray thing! Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEaJcKKq8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/Dud71m577Pw/s1600-h/burke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025388107541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEaJcKKq8I/AAAAAAAAB2s/Dud71m577Pw/s320/burke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it doesn't look like him in the movie itself. anyhow, still my fave :P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And since most of you are anxious about what is in the end of my post.. let me tell you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's nothing greater than &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;VAMPIRES PLAYING BASEBALL DURING THUNDERSTORM!!!&lt;/span&gt; Lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7N-VRmgSz3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7N-VRmgSz3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now.. go watch the MOVIE! :P I'm in for 2nd round!! HAHAHA...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-2504959188094747346?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/2504959188094747346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=2504959188094747346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2504959188094747346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2504959188094747346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='@#$%!^&amp;*&amp;^%!!@#**!!!'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/STEYIMc8t4I/AAAAAAAAB18/ASyYzvSZITQ/s72-c/11026238_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-4094012312921949761</id><published>2008-11-24T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:37:06.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Kelas Seni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*RrrriiinnnnGgggG~!*&lt;br /&gt;*Thank you, teacher~!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classroom went from a controllable state to an uncontrollable mini night market. Excited students were busy packing for art classes, while some still seen sitting around chit chatting/ gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fish Bone Gang (LOLz! Head: Jacq Soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we obviously belong to the group that were still seen sitting around, taking our own sweet time to get ready :P A slow walk to the art classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic routine was usually us, sitting in the same group, again.. chit chatting and gossiping away while painting. A painting was not a painting until the paper was fully soaked wet in poster colours and seemingly thinning in the process, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jacq Soon-Yi Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; weekly argument. Lolz! They could be arguing over the simplest matter like the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;poster colours, paint brushes, drawing block, the table or pencil&lt;/span&gt;.. LOlz! They just had to argue over something and got over it during recess :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my art was just average, PERIOD! Sometimes below average too. Lols. But you see, considering I hadn't attended any art lessons outside school.. I give myself a rating of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. okay, maybe&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lerr... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay la okay la... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la okay?!~~! LOLZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271899179635435954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmMX0XX6bI/AAAAAAAAB0c/QsTQMOT99oA/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got 2/5 for this "mastersheet". LOLs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was actually inspired by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Bug's Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but a picture says a thousand words.. I FAILED TERRIBLY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I took approximately 2 periods to complete this period, that sums up about 1 1/2 hours for this "mastersheet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSwBrw6C-ZI/AAAAAAAAB1s/MEqU0xbBt9U/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272591115118377362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSwBrw6C-ZI/AAAAAAAAB1s/MEqU0xbBt9U/s320/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; that includes the time i spent in talking and laughing away :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the art exam comes around, I'd be most clueless about what I wanted to portray. And this picture says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271899190657713938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmMYdbShxI/AAAAAAAAB0s/7XENUe304mM/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a very very random imagination Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, my paintings were not always that bad okay?~ Actually it kinda depends on my mood......... and I do really have a few that I'm proud of.. Lols.. for myself la.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vase of flowers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmNhnTp0uI/AAAAAAAAB1k/2LSh6JDmNWE/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271900447440491234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmNhnTp0uI/AAAAAAAAB1k/2LSh6JDmNWE/s320/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; tssk tssk.. not bad ma hor?! wa zai wa zai~!.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blink blink Hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmNL3wtfPI/AAAAAAAAB1c/LTPQFPB8lfo/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271900073900211442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmNL3wtfPI/AAAAAAAAB1c/LTPQFPB8lfo/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; it's not a painting.. it's a Collage whereby I patiently glued the itsy bitsy sequins and labucis to construct the whole thing up! :P It was up in the classroom okay~! First time! LOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life's a Brief Candle by William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bb..but!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmNLeUcDFI/AAAAAAAAB1U/MUoyoPxIVmI/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271900067070741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmNLeUcDFI/AAAAAAAAB1U/MUoyoPxIVmI/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRAMED BY TUNG HING&lt;/strong&gt; :P! You know, I really like this artwork of mine. It's a simple piece of artwork but with delicate touch to it. I'm going to frame this up and display it in my house next time.. I'm serious ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;cetakan&lt;/em&gt; method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmNLFV1_ZI/AAAAAAAAB1E/_xaHPPCHuFU/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271900060365749650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmNLFV1_ZI/AAAAAAAAB1E/_xaHPPCHuFU/s320/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; i find it kinda.. artistic? LOLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a traditional WAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmMYzBHW_I/AAAAAAAAB08/ZZ_4oFSQP4o/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271899196453510130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmMYzBHW_I/AAAAAAAAB08/ZZ_4oFSQP4o/s320/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Now, go fly kite mates~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Negara Aman Tanpa Dadah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271899188750090642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmMYWUegZI/AAAAAAAAB0k/g5MEpZa-73s/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;how do you like the &lt;em&gt;bungkus&lt;/em&gt;? LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some nightmare themed painting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmMYvreRHI/AAAAAAAAB00/iB_-hc6Imyk/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271899195557430386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmMYvreRHI/AAAAAAAAB00/iB_-hc6Imyk/s320/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; the human was illustrated by Pn. Koay, the coolest art teacher I'd ever met :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha! SO that was part of the reminiscence of my lower secondary school life in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CPT&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Aman all the away :P Life was simpler back then, minus the time my friends and I were sitting outside the class corridor revising while reminding one another: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"It's okay, next semester we study earlier okay?"&lt;/span&gt; Lolz! Or said things like&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; "Humans don't sleep"&lt;/span&gt; when rushing for folios and projects. Lolz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Corrections could be made, there were ample spaces for mistakes and rooms for readjustments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm glad I made it through each stages of my life, to experience the excitement and wonders of each phases of my life and meet a bunch of great people along the way. Teenage life knocks only once in a lifetime. It's really not about the rave parties and shaking in bikinis... it's all about, the crazy things you did with your bestest buddies :)The friends who jumped with joy with you when you score with flying colours, and the friends who cried with you just before and after you accept your failures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-4094012312921949761?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4094012312921949761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=4094012312921949761&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4094012312921949761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4094012312921949761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/11/kelas-seni.html' title='Kelas Seni'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SSmMX0XX6bI/AAAAAAAAB0c/QsTQMOT99oA/s72-c/DSC00463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-4586166188787389305</id><published>2008-11-16T03:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:42:24.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Just A Moment Before I Sleep</title><content type='html'>*yawnS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm feeling quite sleepy and blur while typing this. I'd been sleeping quite early these days though sometimes I find it hard to fall asleep soon as I sometimes need to toss and turn for a couple of hours before embarking on my sea cruise to.. dreamland :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment before I sleep, I'd just like to say that... I notice a difference in myself lately. Last time, the second before I fell asleep, I used to think about alot of unnecessary stuff and then I felt very monotonous about the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, I must say that... I had been given alot of opportunities to meet new experiences and they have really widened my perspective towards life. I begin to realise that, happiness is really just a hairflip away.. :) I used to have this thought that, there was a missing piece inside me which is causing me to feel so crappy but then I realise that, the missing piece is actually... my peace and freedom. And I feel so silly that it took me one hell of a crazy time and journey to find that missing piece. I had enough of dramas in life that left me with no peace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't mean the peace like in the monastery but just you know, a peace of mind and like what Jason Mraz sings: there's no need to complicate, our time is short~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freedom doesn't necessarily always means a space that only others can grant you. It's up to your level of commitment that how much space you want to give yourself and it's up to your level of comfortability that how much space you allow other people to have influence over you. Don't you think that it's very miserable when we constantly rely our happiness on other people and we get so upset when they don't take the effort to note our feelings or if they don't meet our expectations? We can create a vibe of happiness for ourselves if we know how to treasure and note our merit values in us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome wasn't built in a day so obviously it takes time to do so. For me, I'm just taking baby steps to change my bad day to day habit and ditch all those self-proclaimed-sadness-and-miseries-of-my-past-like-how-i-was-being-mistreated-and-who-and-who-so-on-that-had-left-such-a-huge-impact-or-whatever-scar-in-me. Like what's the point of living in other peoples' mistakes. It's not as if I deserved it but it just happened so I have to move on anyway. But if I continue to feel miserable about what others had and had not done for me then the foolish person to be in the losing end will not be them... but me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ssSiPppp!* Yumz! I just drank a bottle of Yakult. Yes, my morning now begins with a glass of milk and my day ends with a bottle of Yakult. No~ it's not a secret recipe to happiness :P but my brother stocked up those for me before he left on Monday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion would be.. I'm feeling really sleepy now and all that I want to say is, instead of feeling monotonous about the next day, I'm beginning to feel excited bout it because I finally know.. where's the direction I am going. What really matters in reality and when to let go somethings that had let me go... so long ago. These small pieces of things are what I consider important to start building me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now repeat after me, happiness.is.JUST! a hairflip away.... *tWinnKk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-4586166188787389305?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4586166188787389305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=4586166188787389305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4586166188787389305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4586166188787389305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-moment-before-i-sleep.html' title='Just A Moment Before I Sleep'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-3058514318228570869</id><published>2008-11-14T22:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:05:30.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Beauty On A Budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hi Ladies~ Wassup Ladies~, Yes Ladies~ You are right, Ladies~ We are in the Ladies' Room today~! (CC's Style :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. What a busy day for me today~! Mall hopping from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gurney Plaza to Prangin Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just to get some&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;stuff- ya know, like beauty on a budget stuff. It's cute and stuff~ (CC's Style again :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But it was an enjoyable day too, met up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;VelvetPhing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Prangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for her new haircut :P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She's like cute and and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with her new hair cut. LolS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(notice that the italics in pink are CC's style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for her, I went to shop for my&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; beauty on a budget stuff&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; All my course necessities &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Let me just give you a sneak preview of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my cute and stuff&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are these??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268528872035858130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2TGGKWNtI/AAAAAAAABWs/hd89FQw7li8/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does it look like to you then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268528879514025554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2TGiBR_lI/AAAAAAAABW8/KobT9ht0CiA/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's actually a cutting-edge technology on the horizon now: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;World Sharpest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Razor Blade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268528895992987282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2THfaK_pI/AAAAAAAABXE/_sicdPDCT9U/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;wrist cutting *ngek ngek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it's for the brows actually :P But tips to all the girls out there who haven't tried using a razor blade personally on yourself, try seeking professional advise before launching your blades. It's really dangerous without proper handling and angle. But it's really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;clean-cut brows and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268528892707325074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2THTKzxJI/AAAAAAAABXM/taVQY4wWjn4/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's so sharp that you feel the cut even at just a glance~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, is a dozen of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; pink sponges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268542150541436258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2fLAcx5WI/AAAAAAAABXk/sTC7bbzYjxQ/s320/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;didn't i say they are so cute and stuff? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the size is as big as...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2fLc_zz8I/AAAAAAAABXs/s1IzWQJ36QQ/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268542158204555202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2fLc_zz8I/AAAAAAAABXs/s1IzWQJ36QQ/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; Hock's face LOLS! That's what he says~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, I got the wrong size. I tried to do the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;flipping thing and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at home just now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it's way too thick and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So need to change tomoro.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hopefully can and stuff~ :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2fK4YWixI/AAAAAAAABXc/oqPHv2TLyko/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268542148375382802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2fK4YWixI/AAAAAAAABXc/oqPHv2TLyko/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; disposable hair cap! hehe.. it's compressed by the way :P safe my space and stuff in luggage bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2edtQZOrI/AAAAAAAABXU/QkMyMQmDZVI/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268541372295101106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2edtQZOrI/AAAAAAAABXU/QkMyMQmDZVI/s320/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; tweety loves my stuff :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post with a video by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chris Crocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if ya all haven't watched this yet. Check it out! Hugs and kissEs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/REXS7cFJvJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/REXS7cFJvJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's where the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;comes from :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-3058514318228570869?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/3058514318228570869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=3058514318228570869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3058514318228570869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/3058514318228570869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-on-budget.html' title='Beauty On A Budget'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SR2TGGKWNtI/AAAAAAAABWs/hd89FQw7li8/s72-c/DSC00764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-6189970792620455635</id><published>2008-11-12T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:10:36.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Tung Hing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267786666610406626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SRrwEDfaNOI/AAAAAAAABVM/v1Fxzsdz9OI/s320/560042535_07d86edfa7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm not a fishmonger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone of you ever observed a moment of silence and asked yourself, what is the story behind your names? Are you proud of your names? Or you think that it's so unfair that we get to choose everything to anything in the entire universe that we favour but not our names since it's fixed by our parents at the moment of our births?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure bout others but... I'm definitely proud of my name :) I know it's not some kinda sweet and seductive ladylike names, infact it sounds so much like a guy's name! Lols! Erm.. for those of you that don't really know me that well, let me just highlight this point to you. My fullname is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Tung Hing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and my name is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Tung Hing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just two words and that's&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Tung Hing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once again (that's right ladies~ CC's style) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Balitung, Tong Sampah or Tung Tung Chiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in any matter but then. never. call. me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tung Tung or Hing Hing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (ROARRRRRRS) but it's absolutely alright if you call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yu Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HahHHAHAHAHHAHHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger. I despised my name. Because I thought I was weird to have only 2 characters in my name when everybody else had at least 3! Or maybe 4, including the english name. And silly me once I was, I tried to create an english name for myself and hell it sucks I don't wanna mention or hear it ever again. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings and I were named by our paternal grandfather whom was originated from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so I think that's how it influenced our names to sound so oriental :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's name: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tung Fung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (aka: Tung Fong Pat Pai)&lt;br /&gt;My brother's name: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tung Oon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (aka: Tang Hoon)&lt;br /&gt;Me name: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tung Hing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (aka: Tong Sampah) Hahaha! That was what my friends called me in primary :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably one confusion in my name which is the pronounciation of the surname, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually, it goes either way. Can pronounce as &lt;em&gt;toong&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;tang&lt;/em&gt;, depending on the accent. Because mostly Caucasians pronounce my name as &lt;em&gt;tang &lt;/em&gt;since it can be derived from the english word&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tung&lt;/em&gt;sten. I'm not offended in anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just randomly surfing through the internet by googling my own name. And I found this which I think looks pretty historical :P.. It gives me a very weird feeling like... how many&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Tung Hingsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are there in this world :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SRrwET_yf_I/AAAAAAAABVU/c1CB1sC72bc/s1600-h/tung_hing_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267786671041183730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SRrwET_yf_I/AAAAAAAABVU/c1CB1sC72bc/s320/tung_hing_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, if you happen to google the name &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tung Hing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll end up in the eatery business, mostly! Lols! There's actually a building in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is named: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bangunan Tung Hing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. Lols. You often pass along that area it's just that you don't realise cuz it's quite a run down 80s building, beside &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chew Thean Yeang Petshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I was checking my hotmail inboxes. Actually, I'm not quite active in hotmail (except MSN Messenger), in fact I don't check my mails there and that's why when I logged in the other day.. there was a whopping figure of 300 messages pending for my acknowledgement :P To my surprise, I received something very extraordinary, not any forwarded messages or mails.. something that's so customized that's only for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SRrwEE-Sz-I/AAAAAAAABVE/joUBGm0xeB4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267786667008380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SRrwEE-Sz-I/AAAAAAAABVE/joUBGm0xeB4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a rabbit according to Chinese Calender ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lolz! That was actually done by my youngest Uncle, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah Cheong Khu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; specially for me. I'm not sure why he did that out of the blue, I thought hi and low and the only reason could be... I'm cute. *~Twink ;)~*! HahahHHAhhahAHAHahhahHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He probably got that from my one of blogpost. The thing is, this mail was actually sent to me last year &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;November 22nd, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and here I am, receiving it almost a year later &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;November 11th, 2008!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA! So thanks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah Cheong Khu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. Last year this moment, I remember I was crazy over&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Takuya Kimura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and was driven nuts by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And this year. Everything starts anew and so much about me that has changed. Everything for the better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and p/s: Choya is a type of Japanese health wine that I randomly pick as my virtual name. So mates, drink Choya for good health ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-6189970792620455635?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/6189970792620455635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=6189970792620455635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6189970792620455635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6189970792620455635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/11/tung-hing.html' title='Tung Hing'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SRrwEDfaNOI/AAAAAAAABVM/v1Fxzsdz9OI/s72-c/560042535_07d86edfa7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-6912755338628135566</id><published>2008-11-09T07:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:44:03.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Nobody Knows It But Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(talking)...&lt;br /&gt;Wish I told her how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'd be here right now&lt;br /&gt;but instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(singing)...&lt;br /&gt;I pretend that I'm glad you went away&lt;br /&gt;These four walls closing more every day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a clown I put on a show&lt;br /&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I say the things I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;How could I let my angel get away&lt;br /&gt;Now my world is just a-tumblin' down&lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly but you're nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are so lonely the days are so sad and&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking about the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry smile when I'm broken in two&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nobody without someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm trembling inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie awake, it's a quarter past three&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at night if I thought you'd hear me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my heart is calling you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me (well, well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blue can I get?&lt;br /&gt;You could ask my heart&lt;br /&gt;But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;Billion words couldn't say just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;A million years from now you know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are so lonely the days are so sad and&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking about the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but meoooo oohhhhh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, I'm a hit a dusty road&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find you, where ever, ever you might go&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna unload my heart and hope you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Say whent the nights are lonely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are so lonely the days are so sad and&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking about the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mmm~ Nice song isn't it? Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns*.. It's 7 am in the morning now and my eyes were wider than the goldfish for the entire night. Just didn't want to take the cough medicine... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling grumpy and crappy earlier the in midnight but waking up early is not too bad a feeling, now :P Enjoying a glass of fresh milk while listening to such a nice song while surfing while .... blogging?? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I won't stay for long.. Gotta get ready for Bak Kut Teh ;) I'll be back for more so just stay tune. I got 6 days of holidays next week, CIDESCO exams ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-6912755338628135566?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/6912755338628135566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=6912755338628135566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6912755338628135566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/6912755338628135566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobody-knows-it-but-me.html' title='Nobody Knows It But Me'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-8298056636278156099</id><published>2008-11-02T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:32:50.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Candy'/><title type='text'>It's Chris Crocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lolz... xXxXx Does my blog title send a chill down your spine? If it does, I advise you to shut the window right away :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..cuz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....it's.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQ1MhQFJonI/AAAAAAAABU8/A0A-X7GFcb4/s1600-h/2880922857_183fdeac6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263947673601942130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQ1MhQFJonI/AAAAAAAABU8/A0A-X7GFcb4/s320/2880922857_183fdeac6e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He's crazy, he's mentally unsound and yes he's a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt; but so what? Lolz.. I think he ROCKS :P Maybe some of you may think thay I'm crazy too and mentally unsound three for idolizing him but... I'm definitely not a&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; GAY&lt;/span&gt; :P He's weird and acting all psychotic but at least he doesn't deny his trueself ;) I must say that he's born for all this craziness and that's what makes him&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chris Crocker- CC Queen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some people are just born as the way they are. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GaYs, LesBianS, HomO-s, Bi-S&lt;/span&gt;.. They are still humans with gushing emotions inside them, just like any other StraightS for that matter :) Why judge them differently? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;orMal is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;orM... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nNormAl is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nIqUe XoXo.. but don't be ABNORMAL. Lolz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LolS... I think I shud stop right here. HahHA. I bet some of you must be having some back thoughts and doubts whether or not.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHOYA IS STRAIGHT??&lt;/span&gt; LolZ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He can definitely shake better than any ordinary girl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXiouCrEnG0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXiouCrEnG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So DamAgEd and toO mUch to Handle! Lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And lastly, enjoy him...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; MIND IN THE GUTTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-8298056636278156099?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/8298056636278156099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=8298056636278156099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8298056636278156099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/8298056636278156099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-chris-crocker.html' title='It&apos;s Chris Crocker'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQ1MhQFJonI/AAAAAAAABU8/A0A-X7GFcb4/s72-c/2880922857_183fdeac6e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-4369679751710148611</id><published>2008-10-26T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:53:33.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dum dum dum~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another week, time flies indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So fast, it's coming to the end of the month again. Very soon, year 2008 will come to an end too and everything remains... as history once more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just yesterday, my coursemate,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fadilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; held an open house and invited a few of us over to her place. Who's&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Fadilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? :P A typical bobo SHE IS NOT! In fact, a very warm and friendly girl, most importantly.. a modern chick ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261344371087300898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQQM1Geo2SI/AAAAAAAABUk/cpGNtSRMSH0/s320/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;From left: CHoYa, GinnY, SoO LyN &amp;amp; BeTtY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and where's Fadilah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voice from the room, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Wait for Me, wait fOr mE!!! I need my blusher!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ai sui ka beh si Err&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261344374290851154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQQM1SabJVI/AAAAAAAABUs/Lpasvf21GCg/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quiz: Which is Fadilah? Lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so not used to seeing her wearing a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kebaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so traditional :P Hehehe.. But maybe I'd have to bid another farewell to her soon as she might be moving back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soon after her husband's contract expires end of this year :S Year 2008- a farewell year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, there were alot of food served and I just love the biscuits and cookies :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261344366582223394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQQM01si0iI/AAAAAAAABUc/PP57tpqKr_0/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the highlight of the day was... Lolz.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Soo Lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was erm.. being matched with another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guy out of no where :P LolZ.. We made two of them to take a picture together and suddenly there was this random but cute little boy that climbed up to the sofa and joined them for the picture and the result was....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A happY FaMilY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQQNPURKVYI/AAAAAAAABU0/Vwrjahsmodc/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261344821465470338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQQNPURKVYI/AAAAAAAABU0/Vwrjahsmodc/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahAhA! November is around the corner d! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's about all the pictures I have with me. The rest are with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Betty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I find myself falling in love with&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fadilah's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house. Simple and elegant, just fits my taste perfectly ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261344353939327026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQQM0GmPiDI/AAAAAAAABUM/uzWaG8sno2k/s320/DSC00669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Simplicity is a style :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And a perfect view of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Penang Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261344363404528130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQQM0p27CgI/AAAAAAAABUU/GyduCAj5T2E/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; BaySwaTer of IJM :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, a day I could finally own a space of my own would come as reality ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-4369679751710148611?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/4369679751710148611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=4369679751710148611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4369679751710148611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/4369679751710148611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SQQM1Geo2SI/AAAAAAAABUk/cpGNtSRMSH0/s72-c/DSC00450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1103256591585309563</id><published>2008-10-21T02:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:38:53.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Counting Sheeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259307825025643538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPzQmhMV9BI/AAAAAAAABUE/-_pwJpb2YK0/s320/insomnia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was that a good start to my post? I think so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For these past few months, I realise that I'm having some problems falling asleep at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Question: What do I do when I can't fall asleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Answer: Yes, I think about alot of stuff from the past and once again or maybe over again, I'd turn ulti-emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's true that sometimes I doze off very quickly, usually when I'm really tired. Other times.... nope! Thinking that a goodnight wish from me is the last word you are going to hear from me before I set sail to dreamland? Actually no :P I do alot of &lt;em&gt;roti canai&lt;/em&gt; stunts before I officially.... ZzZzzz... :o~ During a slumber party, I'm always the last to doze off and obviously the soonest to drop would be our beloved lady, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ms. Teh Yu Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes, it's really frustrating to toss and turn around, patiently waiting for the auto shut moment to strike. And it makes me wonder that, does cough syrup really work? Here's my piece of experience :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPzQmXnU7-I/AAAAAAAABT8/4_rNlE1bc3g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259307822454468578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPzQmXnU7-I/AAAAAAAABT8/4_rNlE1bc3g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was this night when I was feeling really really down and blue. My body was feeling tired and fatigue yet I could not get my mind off from... something perhaps. I told myself, if there's only something that can end this misery of mine tonight.. I will not give a second thought trying. I'm not talking bout suicides here, just desperate for some sleep :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, and there was it. In the fridge.. the chocolate-vanilla flavoured cough syrup. I reached for it and gulped down 5 mls of it.. or was it 10 I barely remembered and the effect was... a couple of sms-es and I started feeling dizzy and it all went dark ;) It worked so well that the next morning......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up, looked at my LCD- 12.30 p.m, found that my room door was wide opened. I called for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; Mikey, Mikey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... he never came. I walked to my mum's room, found no one there. That was weird. My mum had never left the house without telling me first, moreover with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mikey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When she reached home, the first thing she said to me as she stepped into the house was.. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aiyo, lu cha ki cho hami kio lu kio an chua pun kun beh cheh.. kio ka lu ah neh cheh sia liao pun boh tin tang, liao mai chap lu liao wa kaki ki ban san&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;" She was actually trying to wake me up to the market and I didn't move a single beat! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now you know the effectiveness of cough syrup! I said to myself that, I definitely will not turn it into an addiction despite its &lt;em&gt;sempoi &lt;/em&gt;effect! Obviously, I keep my feet to the ground and did not touch it at all after that :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But... tonight, I really had to. At a even higher dosage of.. 15 mls. Don't worry, 60 mls is the limit. It's so distal from.. err... becoming a sleeping beauty forever. LOLz I timed it, approximately 30 minutes to take effect and I'm so off to bed now. Nights :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(ps: I'm not crazy, I'm just tired... So tired that.. I don't want to think anymore. It sucks.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-1103256591585309563?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1103256591585309563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1103256591585309563&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1103256591585309563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1103256591585309563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/10/counting-sheeps.html' title='Counting Sheeps'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPzQmhMV9BI/AAAAAAAABUE/-_pwJpb2YK0/s72-c/insomnia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1650777890695581189</id><published>2008-10-19T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:38:34.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FunQuiz'/><title type='text'>B for Black</title><content type='html'>Lolz Kitty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially made for you. You remember the colour personality thing and you chose black? Lolz. Sorry I took a while to reveal your colour personality. Alot of things going on and I just remembered.. Haha! It's never too late, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your fetish I owe you:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is one of the most beautiful of colors and yet is the void of color too. It is the color of detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black personalities want every thing done in detail. They are statistical and make good accountants. Internal Revenue Service agents probably like this color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a job needs finishing, these are the people to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;These personalities need leaders, though, to tell them what needs to be done. Under guidance, they are able to get to the crux of the matter and solve very large problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When put in a place to find the mistakes of others, they are right at home. Loving puzzles, and finding others' mistakes brings out their tenacious spirits. Black personalities sometimes intentionally find mistakes so that they can repair them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This color is one of holding things inside. When one wears black, they do not want to be touched. Putting a barrier between themselves and others is the purpose of this color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping their strength inside so that they can better protect their emotions is the effectiveness of this color. Although they want to be part of the world around them, they want no one to tug at their sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black is a relief color for most people, like "Mom's apple pie". It makes them feel comfortable and even, in some cases, makes them feel smaller, allowing them to hide from the sometimes cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of your sexuality:-&lt;br /&gt;Black color preferences point to black sex (not necessarily meaning black partners). These people are the misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are usually masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people and often perform at their peak when under stress or during unhappy times. Police psychiatrists claim that sex offenders prefer the color black. And it is no coincidence that the uniform of mobsters and teenage gangs is black attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.. so now tell us.. IS BLACK THE RIGHT CHOICE FOR YOU? Haha! Thtz all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-1650777890695581189?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1650777890695581189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1650777890695581189&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1650777890695581189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1650777890695581189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/10/b-for-black.html' title='B for Black'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-943443810940672751</id><published>2008-10-17T21:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:18:31.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><title type='text'>Blissful</title><content type='html'>Oh My God!!! I'm having 4 days off in a row from&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Stella-In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Sat-Sun-Mon-Tues... Hmm~ Thanks to all the candidates sitting for their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cibtac Exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; next week! ~!YaYS!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I got tonnes of assignments in hand.. there's really no reason for me to celebrate at all :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it does not stop me from feeling blissful at all~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've finally decided to sign up for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258147298307229602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPixG-RIR6I/AAAAAAAABSM/C6Sn-BhyWDI/s320/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;......??..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lets take a closer look, shall we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258147306605603954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPixHdLnbHI/AAAAAAAABSU/l5mrqbWrx9s/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a bridal studio?!!! *!*GASP*!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, I'm not getting married.. YET :P What I've signed up for is the Package for Personal Studio Shots! LalAllalAla~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258147310466448434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPixHrkHPDI/AAAAAAAABSc/GkN7qEpI_DU/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a RM388 worth promotional package + a free facial worth RM168 in Blissful Spa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, it isn't just me alone who has signed up for the photography but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AiAi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well!! LolZ! So most probably I'll be giving the free facial to her as I'm having free facials almost daily at&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Stella-In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I find that, this is too nutritious until my skin is turning&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; PINKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking about the photography, the package I took comprises of&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt; 3 traditional costumes and 1 casual wear!&lt;/span&gt; Actually, I bargained hi &amp;amp; low for that deal as the real package comes with 3 casual wear and one evening gown. To me, what is it for by spending hundreds to shoot photographs of casual wear? I might as well just do that at home, right? And evening gown.. almost like a bridal gown is a No-No for me too as I'm not ready for that bridal look :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's how I ended up with traditional costumes! Hee! I mean how often do we get to wear traditional costumes in our lives right? And it's definitely a very pricey hobby if I were to have a collection of them :P So, I would really love to see myself in those costumes, at least once in a lifetime... a pose-y&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Choya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in another dimension. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Costumes must costumes~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi-diqtRrI/AAAAAAAABTs/vPPUQzo_5K0/s1600-h/4025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258161979686471346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi-diqtRrI/AAAAAAAABTs/vPPUQzo_5K0/s320/4025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; HAHA! Fetish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since I was little, I always had the interest of dressing up in traditional costumes. I still remember the childhood times when my cousins would play dressing up with me and we would pull off all the blankets from each and every bed and started coating ourselves with those then trying to walk like a&lt;em&gt; niang niang&lt;/em&gt;~ Haha.. Those were the days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since there's a limit to my choices, only 3 costumes. I made up my mind and selected my really preferred ones. A hard time deciding as I want to dress up in so many! I have no choice but to let go of.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SAREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Because I wanted so much to dress in a...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kimono :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258159966924093714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi8oYiwuRI/AAAAAAAABSs/lDv_wQPvcGA/s320/k06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my all time favourite! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi975ly2hI/AAAAAAAABTE/g0HrleWTbFA/s1600-h/wedding_kimono_19th_century.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258161401724328466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi975ly2hI/AAAAAAAABTE/g0HrleWTbFA/s320/wedding_kimono_19th_century.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; ahhh~ exquisite! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lolz! Maybe I shud start practicing this pose! Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258159959649388882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi8n9cViVI/AAAAAAAABSk/tRCJ7BVrXik/s320/geisha_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next one would probaby be a...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;French Court Dress! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258159970702352290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi8omnkX6I/AAAAAAAABS0/xpD3yNHIUQw/s320/PortraitofMarquisedePompadourfranco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just wanna feel like a royalty even just for a couple of minutes :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I know. Sure saying my oriental look boh suit this kinda outfit la hor but what to do.. Haha! Just for one time and we shall see what's the effect later on~ :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next, next is a...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of course a Cheongsam laa! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258159970071042626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi8okRDWkI/AAAAAAAABS8/gLD0wPn5Y4A/s320/zhang-zilin-cheongsam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a body to kill... and I certainly do not have it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The most anxiety I have is for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheongsam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lolz. You see, not everyone can fit nicely into a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheongsam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha! But I still wanna&lt;em&gt; tiao zhan wo zhi chi neeh&lt;/em&gt;~ Hee! My legs aren't growing any longer for sure as for other aspects.. erm, I think I can work on it.. ?? Haha.. I foresee myself sucking in my stomach and holding a long long breath for this shot LOLZ! Wish me luck.. if not once exhale &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PRACCKKKKK! OoooPs~&lt;/span&gt; Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm saying in case! Lolz.. Just in case that I failed in the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Cheongsam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fitting.. Haha.. I have another option to fall on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was thinking long enough either having this or a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Saree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;actually...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A HanFu.. (Costume of the Han Dynasty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258161412134009986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi98gXp_II/AAAAAAAABTU/7SkjE-K0UQQ/s320/hanfu22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's pretty niang niang actually~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually, this costume looks pretty sweet IF ONLY they do really offer the very very very classy type! Lolz.. Cuz if the fashion goes a little bit out of the mainstream.. the effect will bring a total disaster.. Lolz.. Might end up not looking like a Fair Lady but... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Legendary Prostitute of Ancient China (tn'g lang keh) Lolz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi98eTL2oI/AAAAAAAABTM/W7JD_q5hs4c/s1600-h/hanfutang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258161411578387074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi98eTL2oI/AAAAAAAABTM/W7JD_q5hs4c/s320/hanfutang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm so not gonna do this by all means! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I adore&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Sarees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPjUicRtdrI/AAAAAAAABT0/chEo8QQGVVc/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258186253126170290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPjUicRtdrI/AAAAAAAABT0/chEo8QQGVVc/s320/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I do not possibly have to wear them all one shot :P Maybe next time.. Haha! I still have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nyonya Kebaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go too (lazy to find pics d) but errrrR... not baju kurung toh correct dee Haha! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But a noob pic will always be the best ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi99F3VuwI/AAAAAAAABTk/NKfRK3Gv-G0/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258161422199012098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPi99F3VuwI/AAAAAAAABTk/NKfRK3Gv-G0/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and it's free neeh~ Haha! and kindly note that: I DID NOT MAKE-UP FOR MYSELF IN THIS PIC! Ask my artist what happened~ LOLz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-943443810940672751?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/943443810940672751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=943443810940672751&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/943443810940672751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/943443810940672751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/10/blissful.html' title='Blissful'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SPixG-RIR6I/AAAAAAAABSM/C6Sn-BhyWDI/s72-c/DSC00710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-2899143770618699947</id><published>2008-10-12T04:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:46:19.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Just Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's 4.18 a.m. Feeling crappy. Feeling sleepy. In serious pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to think. There's so much to care. Which comes first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do. I don't. I did. I did not! I wished if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always random. In the blue. Outta the blue. But not deliberate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A simple dream. A long journey. A rocky way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another life. An ordinary person. Vulnerabilities. Insecurities. Not a Superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm tired. But sleep is not what I need. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wished to see myself through the eyes of others. But see the world through the eyes of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A mirror. A reflection. And it tells nothing more than just a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know more... in Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-2899143770618699947?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/2899143770618699947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=2899143770618699947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2899143770618699947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/2899143770618699947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-random.html' title='Just Random'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1947640163230419538</id><published>2008-10-06T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:56:03.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noobshitz'/><title type='text'>Hysterical Dun Hysterical</title><content type='html'>You know, I really have enough of this crap. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;INVATION OF ANTS FROM THE NEIGHBOURHOOD'S&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"HANGING GARDEN OF BABYLON"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, this is an apartment and even though you love plants, there's a limit to it!!! You can do some small and simple gardening obviously but try not to bring in a forest please???!!!! Damn it. It's not just the stems that grow and the flowers that bloom, the colony of ants multiplying along too. Black, Red, Small or Big.. you have it all. And where do travel for holidays??....&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; INTO THE HOUSE OF THE INNOCENCE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I had a problem with this ants invasion issue from a unit above my floor. If you have paid a visit to my apartment's rooftop, yes... it's that unit that is directly facing the staircase and YES YES YES.. it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pinkbag's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;neighbour!!!! :P I had not notice where the ants came from until one day when I parked my car at the 8th floor carpark and when I passed through the miniature forest... MY GOD! I noticed there were these... stretches of ants.. marching everywhere. And the actually found their ways down to my house through one of the side windows, somehow. Sometimes you'll see them loitering in the ceiling. And I feel itchy at the sight of it, what more to say if it bites!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first time that this happens. Each time we send the old batch to heaven using the anti-pest powder, the new batch will come visitting us in less than 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, there's this new badge that acts rather differently. They don't bite, surprisingly and march in a row but... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THEY WALK ALL OVER THE HOUSE SO COMFORTABLY AS THOUGH IT WERE THEIRS AND WORSE STILL, THEY ARE NOT ATTRACTED TO THE ANTI-PEST POWDER!!!! HOW TO SEND THEM AWAY??!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh* I really had enough of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kayangan Puri Mutiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I feel, it's a very bad feng shui here. I can't wait to work my ass off and get enough money to move away from here and start anew. Eventhough it has a nice view from the rooftop but.. everything is just very wrong over here. The people and the management itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that my mum's car was once vandalised so badly that the repair cost nearly 2K? Inside the private carpark itself??? The lid of the petrol tank was dug out and the stud was stolen??? Not forgetting the artistic scratches "finely engraved" on my mum's car. An X at the front and some horizontal lines at the side doors ;) And just recently, her plate number was pulled off and guess where we found it?? Hehe.. Haha.. Hoo Hoo... At one of the drains near the carpark. My uncle found it during his walks... IN LEH~ Actually, it was not only my mum's car was vandalised... there's a list to go... LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a bombing case on the 8th floor carpark... that blew off Pinkbag's father's motorcycle :) What actually happened, I was not sure as it happened around 4 a.m when my uncle.. lols again him, heard a loud BOMB. All I knew was the next morning, I saw a few &lt;em&gt;bangkai motorsikal&lt;/em&gt; and a blackened carpark-a portion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols Next.. Haha.. This is interesting! I still remember that night my brother invited his friend over to our house and they were playing football on the XBox. My uncle, mum and I were just hanging out in the living room with the windows wide opened that clearly overlooked the block directly opposite mine. Suddenly my brother got excited and exclaimed...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; "oo lang ai tiao lao!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (someone's jumping from the rooftop) Then I quickly reached for my phone.. toot toot... toot toot... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Hello, Wei Lian ah.. oo lang ai tiao lao.. kameh chut lai kua.. tui bin nia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHHAHA! You think I was calling&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; 999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Nah, I did not.. lols.. cuz my brother did.. Haha! The show lasted for about 10 minutes where the lady was saved by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah Boy, the Guard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lols Soon, we learned the story that she was dumped by her boyfriend but guess what... she's a &lt;em&gt;kok kok kai&lt;/em&gt;~~~ LOls Sometime after the incident, I met her at another incident, a unit got on fire and this time, she was the kaypo on-looker. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite one goes to this couple that stayed on the 5th floor but now moved. Sad for me.. no more shows.. Haha! This couple, they frequently argued and most of the time.. it was in the midnight. The story was, this girl.. she had alot of boyfriends and this guy she happened to be with then was her bestfriend's husband. How did I know? Cuz there was once the wife came and screwed her mah.. And I watched it all from my brother's room... I'm on 7th floor.. the view is just nice.. can see abit into the house also Lols And.. it was loud. I think the entire floor heard too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the couple.. Then there was a night, this girl was seen making out in the car with another guy, caught red handed by the guy she cohabited with then. Erm.. I did not spy on her but the guy blurted out so loudly in the argument. Lols! Then... the next obscene thing I heard he said was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angry Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lu si mm si chin chia sukak ho bo siang lang kan??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Is it that you like to be fucked by different guys all the time???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shameful Girl: ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angry Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Ho!&lt;/span&gt; (Okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.. He then walked out from the house. Shut the woodened door and closed the grill gate and then he stood outside by the window and started knocking it very hardly and shouted very loudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angry Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hello, Hello! Wa eh sai kan lu boh??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Hello, Hello! Can I fuck you??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS... I couldnt control myself and blasted a laugh. He heard and he looked up and very quickly I retrieved... Guess he didn't see me.. LOLS!!! But it was damn funny and I just couldn't hold back my emotions :D Arguments are normal but this couple is definitely random HAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'd also seen a resident being hit my a helmet on his head during a fight and was bleeding badly from his head but I barely knew what was the real story. I was just outside hanging the clothes suddenly I heard some shoutings and pop.. Ahhh~ Then like that lo.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihs... LOLS! (I'm not sure what am I feeling, aih or LOLS actually-haha!) What a crazy world right? That's why I said... There's no peace staying here even though it looks like it for most visitors. It's not just the carpark now that is painted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Park at your own risk"&lt;/span&gt; but soon, painted on every unit is the phrase &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Stay at your own risk"&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701616101078624764-1947640163230419538?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1947640163230419538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1947640163230419538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1947640163230419538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1947640163230419538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/10/hysterical-dun-hysterical.html' title='Hysterical Dun Hysterical'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-1675552779457271316</id><published>2008-10-02T13:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:11:44.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Janji Tinggal Janji</title><content type='html'>Nope, not any fancy post this time but just sharing a song with you guys. My all time favourite malay song by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KRU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a very very old song, at least 14 years old :P I used to listen to it along with my sister back then. I was about six or five back then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this song does not just bring back childhood memories in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jalan Bunga Rampai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but also, some both memorable and sad memories of the times when I was...&lt;br /&gt;not myself perhaps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tibalah kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Di penghujung persimpangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Di penghujung jalan cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kita berdua... oh yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Terpaksa ku relakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tak daya ku halangkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kerna ku tahu cintamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bukan lagi dimilikku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Menanti hatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kembali padaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Menanti purnama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jatuh ke riba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beratnya dimata, sebaknya didada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Melihat kau bersama dirinya... ohh ohhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gadisku... yang ku pinta hanyalah satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Semadikanlah kenanganmu bersamaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Walau ditakdirkan tak bersama lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kau gadis pertama yang ku cintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh kasih... sebelum kau melangkah pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ke pangkuan teman baru yang kau sanjungi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lihat ke mataku, lihatlah padaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lihatlah airmata di mataku... kerna mu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kau pernah berkata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cintamu adalah selamanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rambulan menjadi saksi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Janji tinggal janji...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kata pada diri ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Di mana kan ku cari ganti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gadis seistimewa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Senyumanmu penawar... hati duka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Takkan ku rayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kembali padaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Walau dihatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Terasa rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beratnya dimata, sebaknya didada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Melihat kau bersama dirinya... dirinya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gadisku... yang ku pinta hanyalah satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Semadikanlah kenanganmu bersamaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Walau ditakdirkan tak bersama lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kau gadis pertama yang ku cintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh kasih... sebelum kau melangkah pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ke pangkuan teman baru yang kau sanjungi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lihat ke mataku, lihatlah padaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lihatlah airmata di mataku... kerna mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;False promises, are sometimes the best jokes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It makes you wanna laugh... with pain :)&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/7701616101078624764-1675552779457271316?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/1675552779457271316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=1675552779457271316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1675552779457271316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/1675552779457271316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/10/janji-tinggal-janji.html' title='Janji Tinggal Janji'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-550827361538314513</id><published>2008-09-30T18:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:38:24.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Another Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's holiday season again ;) Though not long for me, just 2 days off from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stella In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but it's better than none too :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The reason I've been a little bit inactive in blogging lately is not because of anything but basically is because of my streamyx connection that has gone haywire! First, dialed 100 and lodged a complain, nothing happened. Second, dialed 1oo again and lodged a more detailed complain yet, nothing happened again. Third, dialed 100 with a furious mode and the sneak preview of the conversation was as below:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Choya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, this is Ms. Tung here again and I've called several times in regards to my streamyx connection with the username &lt;a href="mailto:dotdot@streamyx"&gt;dotdot@streamyx&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Technical assistant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Alright Ms. Tung, I've checked your connection and there seems to be no problem from our port here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Choya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What do you mean no problem? I keep getting disconnected and can't seem to browse anything nor successfully load any page online. And what am I paying for monthly with the RM88? For this kind of connection????!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Technical Assistant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry Ms. Tung for keeping you waiting but all I can do is to lodge your case report to our technical service department for attention and shall call you soon for updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Choya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (HmmmPh...) Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like few days later, they sent me a technician to check my streamyx connection on site. Lolz....... after about 30 minutes of diagnosis, with a very friendly look, the technician said to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hot technician:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Miss, &lt;em&gt;cable kamu semua sudah terbakar lah. Kena tukar semua, modem juga sudah rosak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(............. LOLS!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Moral of the story: Don't get over excited over a matter that the root cause is not identified accurately :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I'd most probably wait till my bro is back to get everything back on track :P At the moment now, I'd just stay dc from the virtual world :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aihz.. It's end of September, the day has finally arrived. Another farewell for me this year. A farewell for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ms. Peh Su Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252063371437238690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOMTz0hbaaI/AAAAAAAABRs/C8CfvzPoE7M/s320/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;our beloved tutor, the one in black :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As things got a little bit comfortable in there, I was notified not too long ago that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Su Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is leaving &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stella In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by end of the month. All of us are going to miss her lessons, her jokes, her nagging and so much more :) Suddenly, there's a saying that rings the bell in my head &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Setiap pertemuan mesti ada perpisahannya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An upclose picture with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Su Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOMUmro7_LI/AAAAAAAABR0/AHC2vRno9Hk/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252064245226142898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOMUmro7_LI/AAAAAAAABR0/AHC2vRno9Hk/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the lecture room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, the times in class today passed so quickly with some fun and jokes while we were doing water manicure for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOIIoZCidmI/AAAAAAAABRk/Am_3Zrsm4xg/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251769605476742754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOIIoZCidmI/AAAAAAAABRk/Am_3Zrsm4xg/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;colour code: Russian Navy by OPI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While being free, I snapped a few photos of the lecture room out of boredom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOIHVuXMVjI/AAAAAAAABRc/RiqMXg5bWQU/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251768185271375410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOIHVuXMVjI/AAAAAAAABRc/RiqMXg5bWQU/s320/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; the entrance and exit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOIGzzoPfqI/AAAAAAAABRU/mPt0JM_lC14/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251767602569510562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOIGzzoPfqI/AAAAAAAABRU/mPt0JM_lC14/s320/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;empty empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OOooPs! I got to go now! And&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll update your colour personality some time soon alright? :P ByeS everyone :)&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/7701616101078624764-550827361538314513?l=cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/feeds/550827361538314513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701616101078624764&amp;postID=550827361538314513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/550827361538314513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701616101078624764/posts/default/550827361538314513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulchoya.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-farewell.html' title='Another Farewell'/><author><name>Choya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16562562088135668999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SmNrVfl_aeI/AAAAAAAACP4/g29mKmL9OPo/S220/DSC00633.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SOMTz0hbaaI/AAAAAAAABRs/C8CfvzPoE7M/s72-c/DSC00672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701616101078624764.post-2235631204555025999</id><published>2008-09-24T01:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:14:29.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FunQuiz'/><title type='text'>True Colours</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....... LOLZ!&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing I can say to defend myself this time... Lolz! My blog is &lt;em&gt;chau chi&lt;/em&gt; dead for the past week and more :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry neeeh~ ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SNkut4ZvjrI/AAAAAAAABRM/nnha7X2AwN8/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249278206446374578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O--FHiEtseg/SNkut4ZvjrI/AAAAAAAABRM/nnha7X2AwN8/s400/sorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;awww...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnywayS, as promised, I'm going to reveal the answers of your colour personality LOlz! Seems like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is very very very eager to find out his so called.. erm.. &lt;em&gt;sook &lt;/em&gt;side of himself. Okayla~ Since he's so excited horr so, I shall start with him first la! Hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready, Apong? Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who favour&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Apong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Noc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, here's your piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Blue is an emotional color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People with a&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; personality stay within themselves and do not trust people very easily. They quietly observe the moves of others and analyse them thoroughly before engaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pale shades of blue&lt;/span&gt; show someone who wants everything in order. Their closet is immaculate. They know where any piece of clothing is and most likely how long it will take them to get it out of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue moves to the deeper end of color&lt;/span&gt;, it becomes more moody and shows it. With &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;royal blue,&lt;/span&gt; one can be on a high or in the deepest of wells. This color would probably be worn by one who is deciding to lanch a very important matter which means one needed to make a quick decision. When looking back on that decision though, the person pulling the ripcord would not be so sure they made the correct decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;navy colors&lt;/span&gt; are very emotional but also want to hide it. It's almost as if they are wallowing in the fact that they are emotional. Some women, with a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;navy&lt;/span&gt; personality, go on cleaning binges, others go shopping to overcome their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your house has too much&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; in it, you may find yourself depressed most&lt;br /&gt;of the time. A baby put in a totally&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; room cries all the time, but when taken into another room, it is a happy baby. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; is a good color but it needs other shades to balance it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; people think with their emotions. They are either way up or way down; feeling all the emotions they can experience on their way to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying when they are happy or sad, they are feelers. Having a need to feel every thing, they leave themselves open to others. Quickly they take the mood of any person they are around whether they are upset or elated. Feelers don't even know why their emotions run the gambit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are products of their environment. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; people are no fun to be around when they expect you to be down with them. Showing signs of co-dependency, they need you to be by their side feeling with them as they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the interesting part.. Lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the sexuality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lovers of blue are wonderful sex partners. They are affectionate and sensitive to their partner's needs. They consider love making a fine art and their approach is elegant. Men who love blue are like concert pianists, delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in the blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. They are exciting partners but their passion may be compared to a tidal wave rather than firery aggression. Both women and men enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of lovemaking, as much as the sex act itself. In marriage a blue person is a wonderful mate -- never seeking outside interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apong and Noc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: WooisayyY~ Never seeking outside interests lo... wonderful mate lo.. &lt;em&gt;sook lo&lt;/em&gt;~~ HAHAHA! Now I know your beanS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;APong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, erm.. we go with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kah Whai's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pick, shall we? :P&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.. Smell any kinkyness? :P Lolz...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have fetish for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Whites like Kah Whai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, check this out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;White is the color of purity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The color of new snow or light from above. What we fail to see is that snow and light has impurities in it but looks as if it is the most pure of all sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This personality sees themselves as very special because of this color, sort of above it all. Watching others with interest, they blend in with their surroundings well but not quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyness comes with this color but it is not a true shyness. Waiting patiently for others to notice them before they make their thoughts known, they tend to appear shy but in truth, they are very outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginal attitudes abound with these people. They feel pure no matter what they do. The virtue of purity is attributed to them by others as well, whether they deserve this characteristic or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sober sight, they tend to look others over with a very critical eye. Even while this is happening the person they are appraising does not feel they are being criticized but analyzed instead. If they win the approval of the white personality, these analyzed people act as if they have just won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White &lt;/span&gt;personalities feel they are right in their belief structures although they are not sure they want to discuss those beliefs with others. The fact that they know they are right is enough for them. It is not uncommon, however, to notice a slight smile cross a white personality's face, when another acknowledges their belief is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-importance is a part of their personality but does not interfere with their higher motives unless they are a negative white personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the sexuality:&lt;br /&gt;Whipping, chains, ropes and handcuffs...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No laa no laa, joking nee.. Lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, short and sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If a person is infatuated with white, sex often seems filthy. These people are puritanical in nature. French kissing is obscene and to make love in the daylight is unheard of. Women who love white will undress beneath the covers. Men will shower before and after the sex act. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These people still use pet names for their genitals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kah Whai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Wth? Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My goodness &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ching Terk Zhi&lt;/span&gt;, how long haven't heard of you dee!! :P Here's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Purple is the color of spirituality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; personalities are always striving to be better than they consider themselves to be, both on aspiritual, emotional and a mental plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing more knowledge, they become avid readers. Trying to become what they think they should be, they search their own lives and the lives of others to find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study of religions make them feel as if they are accomplishing something bigger than themselves in life. A good theological discussion is right up their alley. Wanting to help as many souls as they can, they are more than willing to give you the benefit of their education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to achieve perfection, they struggle with themselves because they tend to be s
