<?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-14179178</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:12:21.359+08:00</updated><category term='Pubs'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Fine Dining'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Experiences'/><category term='Make Money Online'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Manicure'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Meredith-Induced-Moments'/><category term='Sponsored post'/><category term='Freelance Vacancy'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Gender'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='It&apos;s just talks..'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Recommendation'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Services'/><category term='Special Occassion'/><title type='text'>Christinessy - A Place That Is Mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3214415751006519213</id><published>2010-02-23T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:57:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Update: Right the moment I posted this blog entry, my phone line was barred and so is my BlackBerry service! Damn it~ Maxis did not even send me the 80% notification reminding me. Yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest single purchase I made on my own thus far was probably the BlackBerry Bold 9000 that cost me approximately RM2,400 from Maxis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was by sheer chance that I got it in the first place because the hype on BlackBerry was so great last year, almost all Blue Cube outlets were out of stock with the berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to get it from Blue Cube because, albeit me being a very loyal Maxis user since the first day I got a mobile, Celcom does offer the best BlackBerry plans. Their unlimited data plans are by far the most affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, with all the Blue Cube outlets running out of stock and I've waited for months contemplating if I should get a BlackBerry, when I finally did make up my mind there was no where else I can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Maxis and was told the same that they have run out as well. But luckily, having a friend who works in the Maxis Centre, he told me that there was still one unit of the BlackBerry Bold 9000 that a customer has ordered but has not collected, due 1 year ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some negotiations and he finally agreed to let me have it. Bless him for it as now I am totally addicted to it. It gets to you, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of course there's the BlackBerry Messenger (BBM) where you can message your friends (who must also be BlackBerry users) for FREE! It's like IM but limited to BlackBerry users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then with the unlimited data plan, you are connected 24/7 which I just lovesss! I can be constantly updated to my Facebook, connected to MSN, and now I got myself hooked on Twitter too. And of course the instant push emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ask me what are the few things I cannot live without, my BlackBerry Bold 9000 made it to the list the moment I got it. I am always on it, the first thing in the morning, while I am driving, eating, shopping, walking, anywhere anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even paid to write this post so it just goes to show how truly in love I am with my BlackBerry. The best purchase so far, no regrets whatsoever. Apart from that fact that the unlimited data plan from Maxis is a tad too expensive, comparably to Celcom. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3214415751006519213?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3214415751006519213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3214415751006519213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3214415751006519213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3214415751006519213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2010/02/blackberry-addiction.html' title='Blackberry Addiction'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1047310898343062988</id><published>2010-01-27T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:59:57.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>A lot has changed since the last blog post on 30 October 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I don't really remember much of the events and/or incidents that happened over the past 1 year plus when it's not really published permanently on this tiny space on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still read blogs religiously and it amazes me how these bloggers can do it over the course of time. I've slacked in blogging so much I'm not even sure if I know how to do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward from the last blog post, a lot have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian and I ended our 4 years relationship close to a year ago. The break up was not as dramatic as it was suppose to be considering the events that led to it. But I have people to thank for pulling me through the period in an amazingly short time. To my lovely colleagues and friends who comforted me and kept me company, I recovered fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single for the past 10 months, I must say it has been a great 10 months! I traveled to places with friends, Labuan and Langkawi was wonderful! I meet new people and make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, traveling will be my main focus this year, apart from growth in career of course. I'll be leaving for Bangkok next week, Hong Kong scheduled in September and hopefully a trip to UK by end of the year. And if circumstances allow, I may be going to Labuan in May too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in Pavilion, from being in the Events &amp;amp; Promotions division, I switched to doing PR &amp;amp; Events. From there, I see and learn new things and of course widen my networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the opportunity to emcee for many events held in Pavilion and from the first time I emcee-ed, I have managed to learn and improved. It was a great opportunity to develop myself and friends or rather event company are already getting my contact for freelance emcee-ing in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this exact moment I'm having a serious case of withdrawal symptoms. I'm sitting at my desk slowly clearing out my work station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 1 year and 3 months of my time here at Pavilion and come Friday I will be making a move forward leaving only memories in my mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great 1 year and 3 months filled with a lot of fun and of course a lot of hard work. The colleagues are the best that I can ever ask for as we work together as a close-knitted family. We fought, argued and laugh together. I will miss them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the saying goes, the only thing constant in life is change and I'm sure this will be a good change as I move forward to another phase of new challenges in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1047310898343062988?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1047310898343062988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1047310898343062988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1047310898343062988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1047310898343062988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2884780607432071310</id><published>2008-10-30T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:07:53.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meredith-Induced-Moments'/><title type='text'>The Effects Of Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>Season 5 of Grey's Anatomy is currently showing on Channel 711, Astro.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a few and then some of the episodes whenever I remember the days and time.&lt;br /&gt;So I cannot exactly say I know the entire story of Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;Although undeniably, I do LOVE the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in order to catch up with the story,&lt;br /&gt;Being the cheapskate and lazy bum that I am,&lt;br /&gt;I refused to search for the DVDs, and even if I do find them I don't think I'll buy them.&lt;br /&gt;So I watched it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed Season 1 after two nights,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm episode 7 into Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I like Addison, and poor Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all the narrations/quotes from Meredith at the beginning and at the end of the show,&lt;br /&gt;It gives me this special jolt to my brain whenever I encounter something different.&lt;br /&gt;I'll call it a "Meredith-Induced-Moment", aka MIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I say, with the new chapter starting 3rd November,&lt;br /&gt;I had to go and get my recent passport pictures taken for the HR Department.&lt;br /&gt;With that, I spent quite a while in front of the mirror doing my make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in extra effort this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;As my usual rituals only involves moisturizer, press powders, blusher and then the rest with the eyes area i.e. eyebrow, eyeliner and mascara.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, do not be too surprised to know that I do not use foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to but after a while I realized that my skin condition deteriorates,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me look like as though I used the whole tube of foundation in one go.&lt;br /&gt;Too much going on, hence no foundation on normal days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was different.&lt;br /&gt;Taking photos under studio lighting requires extra coverage.&lt;br /&gt;So I had on moisturizer, correction fluid in purple to give my face the extra glow, liquid foundation followed by powder dusted on with a big brush.&lt;br /&gt;I even spent time trimming my brows the night before.&lt;br /&gt;I even put on my most natural pair of falsies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ONLY natural pair actually.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few others really dramatic ones with Shu Uemura feathers look-alike sans the brand.&lt;br /&gt;So I looked dressed up today as I put on a white blouse with my blazer on together with my perfectly made up face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started on my "Meredith-Induced-Moment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people go about their lives with a judgmental mindset.&lt;br /&gt;We judge everything and everybody within our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see a young pretty looking girl walking with a upper-middle-aged man, we pre-judged her as the mistress.&lt;br /&gt;When we see a young girl dressed sloppily carrying a Louis Vuitton Galliera GM, we pre-judged it as a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same in retail as well.&lt;br /&gt;When customers walk in,&lt;br /&gt;We see 3 things. The bag they carry, the watch they wear and the shoes they put on.&lt;br /&gt;There we decides the potentiality.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean we don't deliver good customer service.&lt;br /&gt;We do, with a lower level of expectation that they will purchase it today, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;But we also hope they will come back when they do have the extra cash flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we judge people with their appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like I said, I looked quite dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;After I had the photos taken, I detoured to Sunway Pyramid to just say hi to some friends.&lt;br /&gt;I went into Polo Haus for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;The lady who clearly recognizes me from the time I worked at Guess,&lt;br /&gt;Actually walked up to see if I needed assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was walking out from the ladies,&lt;br /&gt;A security guard walked past,&lt;br /&gt;And he actually smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, we all are judgmental, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;Saying inner beauty is the utmost important criterion in a person is quite foolish.&lt;br /&gt;Will you know a person's inner beauty if you hadn't judged and decided that he/she looked OK enough for you to go one step further?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when and how do we decides if the person passes through the judging process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice that the lady at Polo Haus assisted me.&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to have the money to go shopping,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't really bother to dress up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in my simplest top and a skirt so that I can get in and out of clothes as quickly as I can in the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in my most comfortable slippers so that I can try on that faux snakeskin square-headed heels by just wiggling my slippers off with a shake of the leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all dressed up today.&lt;br /&gt;But little did the Sales Assistant at Polo Haus know that all I had in my wallet was RM10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2884780607432071310?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2884780607432071310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2884780607432071310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2884780607432071310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2884780607432071310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2008/10/effects-of-greys-anatomy.html' title='The Effects Of Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1394254653050265177</id><published>2008-10-27T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:47:35.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Embarking On A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>Endang, thank you for checking in all the time until finally you see my new post again =)&lt;br /&gt;FuWei, isn't it scary to see how time flies. 1 year eh? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;SS, I can't be sure how long I can keep it alive but I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;Cely, Zoe and Mark, thanks for the comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel that I've grown up since I'll be REALLY getting into the life of a working adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've completed my internship at 1 Utama,&lt;br /&gt;and it has been a great time working with them.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely lovable colleagues and a great exposure into media liason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I like it very much calling and trying to get hold of media when I first started.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tough job to do because they usually don't bother talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;How busy they are.&lt;br /&gt;But I've managed to learned and practiced to be better with guidance from very supportive and encouraging supervisors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity that they do not have any permanent vacancies to offer.&lt;br /&gt;I'd so love to stay and work for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in September when I completed my internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I spend another month working in Guess to get some much needed pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, how can you say no to your ex-working friends when they requested your help during the Raya holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was procrastinating to looking for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to rest after studying and the internship.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a break to some much wanted vacation.&lt;br /&gt;To a nice quiet beach, get a dip and maybe come back looking healthily tanned too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn, no money. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month at Guess went pass really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Then I can't give myself any excuse anymore to not start looking for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach needs food.&lt;br /&gt;And my car need petrol.&lt;br /&gt;Then I secretly pray one day car can run on water + salt.&lt;br /&gt;But bloody hell petrol price went up. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally edited my resume on Jobstreet and sent my resumes to all major shopping centres in PJ and Klang Valley.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I won't get lucky,&lt;br /&gt;Since what they say getting job near year end is tough with people wanting to hold on to their jobs hoping for the year end bonus and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;And of course with the recent state of the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the call from Pavilion =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be embarking on a new chapter in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Ended the phase as a student at College/University/ University College/University College Sedaya International University (UCSI University) - if you get what I mean. Stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Ended the phase of one part time job after another.&lt;br /&gt;Ended the phase of doing freelance modeling and some reallly reaaally minor part in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Ended the phase where I constantly have to worry about money and getting days by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting this new chapter from 3rd November.&lt;br /&gt;Christine Chua - Events &amp;amp; Promotions Executive, Pavilion-KL.&lt;br /&gt;And with what YingHan says, consistent supply of moolah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, I'm liking the sound of that already!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1394254653050265177?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1394254653050265177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1394254653050265177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1394254653050265177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1394254653050265177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2008/10/embarking-on-new-chapter.html' title='Embarking On A New Chapter'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2813717041936311069</id><published>2008-09-03T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:06:43.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s just talks..'/><title type='text'>I want to blog again</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this now, thank you for checking in regularly although I've not updated anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I closed my blog for the past 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;In another 4 days it would be exactly 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not really kept in mind on how long I've closed it.&lt;br /&gt;It shocked me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been constantly coming back to check and all you saw was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"This blog is open for invited readers only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get all messed up with me.&lt;br /&gt;You were not excluded from my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was ever in the invited list.&lt;br /&gt;Except myself, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 1 year, I've only read people's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I felt as though I want to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how I'll fair but it was something I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change how I do my blog from now on.&lt;br /&gt;No obligations whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;No trying too hard to write an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's my blog - A place that is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2813717041936311069?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2813717041936311069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2813717041936311069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2813717041936311069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2813717041936311069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-blog-again.html' title='I want to blog again'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3975395436077349186</id><published>2007-09-07T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:33:44.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s just talks..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>And so I was told that my blog is dead, or perhaps, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dead.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't deny that.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating since 2nd August,&lt;br /&gt;And that's a month of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spider-web growing and dust collecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my extremely humble amount of readers have lost interest,&lt;br /&gt;Or have lost the urge to even click on to read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Much apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been extremely busy for the past month,&lt;br /&gt;With piled up assignments and examinations,&lt;br /&gt;Alongside with part-time work,&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*totally*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; swamped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even blogged asking for help in one of my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;I also expressed my worries over the subjects that I was taking the previous semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that the lecturer said during the first lesson was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"50% of the students failed this subject last semester, are you afraid yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Media Law &amp; Ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How difficult can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Well. For Media Law, you learn about Printing, Press and Publication Act (PPPA), Internal Security Act (ISA), Official Secret Act (OSA), Sedition Act (SA) and Defamation Act (DA) all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;within 2 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's easy? With all the sections and cases to remember,&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the final exam, it's either &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you know or you don't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to &lt;em&gt;"tembak"&lt;/em&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God I had experience with Law when I did Contract Law, English Legal System and Tort Law in A Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worse for Ethics.&lt;br /&gt;How do you even answer to Ethical questions?&lt;br /&gt;It's not &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; nor white, it's full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you study when what you study is all about possibilities and grey areas?&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! The frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go on about Mass Communication Research paper.&lt;br /&gt;It was only &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;worst, if not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the three subjects, much to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm onto my 3rd year and can't wait to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of graduation,&lt;br /&gt;My brother is having his convocation, today, in UK.&lt;br /&gt;So the mother, grandmother and youngest sister is there now enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I called, they were busy shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*other*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;exciting news&lt;/span&gt; from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as,&lt;br /&gt;I did my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; first major fashion show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Melaka Megamall some time when I didn't update my blog, lol. It was for their opening Fashion Week.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Manne.&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures but haven't edited nor uploaded yet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Maybe, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also landed a small tiny weenie part in an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;upcoming local featured film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shooting will start soon but the movie is not scheduled for release until May 2008.&lt;br /&gt;So stay &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tuned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Elite Model Look 2007 (EML)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Got through the first audition and currently waiting for 2nd audition.&lt;br /&gt;If I do get it, &lt;em&gt;fingers crossed&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la!&lt;br /&gt;It's a reality TV show, similiar to the concept of America's Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;So, again, stay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tuned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most exciting of all,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DarlingAd and I celebrated our 2nd Year Anniversary recently &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la, how was it possible that I wasn't busy?&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing quite a handful of stuffs while juggling with my studies and work.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm actually rather proud with myself as I was able to do well in my studies and with everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the film shooting and EML,&lt;br /&gt;It was part luck I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully luck stays on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope this time's blog resurrection will stay on too! Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3975395436077349186?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3975395436077349186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3975395436077349186&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3975395436077349186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3975395436077349186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/09/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4179396228030572846</id><published>2007-08-02T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:16:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian BLOGGERS needed urgently!!</title><content type='html'>Malaysian bloggers &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;needed urgently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to help fill in survey questionnaire for my Research Paper.&lt;br /&gt;(That's what I've been busy about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please leave your email in my comment box so I can forward you the word document.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comments are moderated so your emails will not be published&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's just for my eyes only and for this questionnaire only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please help out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks very muchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry la, sound a bit desperate. Actually I am la.. lol. I need 100 complete questionnaires mar..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-4179396228030572846?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4179396228030572846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4179396228030572846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4179396228030572846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4179396228030572846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/08/malaysian-bloggers-needed-urgently.html' title='Malaysian BLOGGERS needed urgently!!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7520072448225153325</id><published>2007-07-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:34:02.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s just talks..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been very busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still *is* very busy, probably all the way till mid August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise better blog posts soon with pictures (ahem Kenny).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7520072448225153325?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7520072448225153325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7520072448225153325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7520072448225153325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7520072448225153325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/07/been-very-busy-still-is-very-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-6954537131709612913</id><published>2007-07-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:09:40.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>How to get a green card?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a work permit or a green card in the States can be real tough.&lt;br /&gt;I once heard from my lecturer who was studying in the States before,&lt;br /&gt;He said that, one of the easiest way to get a green card to the States,&lt;br /&gt;Is to apply for a teaching position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how true is that,&lt;br /&gt;But apparently US is running low on teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's still good to know that&lt;br /&gt;There's a &lt;a href="http://www.rootlaw.com/"&gt;company&lt;/a&gt; in the States&lt;br /&gt;That specializes only in cases relating to &lt;a href="http://www.rootlaw.com/"&gt;immigration&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.rootlaw.com/"&gt;nationality Law&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They serve employment-based and family-based petitions.&lt;br /&gt;Surfing through their website,&lt;br /&gt;It seems that they have some pretty good records,&lt;br /&gt;95% approval rating in visa applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you dreaming about Big Apple yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-6954537131709612913?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/6954537131709612913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=6954537131709612913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6954537131709612913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6954537131709612913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-get-green-card.html' title='How to get a green card?'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4050203549222765681</id><published>2007-07-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:53:58.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>The first thing you do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When you enter a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I do when I enter a hotel room is to check out the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many people actually have the same habit as me,&lt;br /&gt;But I will put down my bags,&lt;br /&gt;And go straight into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll check the towels,&lt;br /&gt;The bathtub,&lt;br /&gt;The toilet bowls,&lt;br /&gt;And then the &lt;a href="http://www.taps4less.com/"&gt;taps&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diytrader.com/PI/U-X351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.diytrader.com/PI/U-X351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some hotels have really nice &lt;a href="http://www.taps4less.com/Designer-Taps.html"&gt;designer taps&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like those where you just press it down or pull it up.&lt;br /&gt;I like those traditional ones where I have to twist it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traditional yet modernized design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the name to it is very precise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taps4less.com/PP/U-X351.html"&gt;Amber Nostalgic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/14179178-4050203549222765681?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4050203549222765681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4050203549222765681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4050203549222765681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4050203549222765681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-thing-you-do.html' title='The first thing you do.'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2475017429822242133</id><published>2007-07-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:03:27.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Mel B's Newborn Has A Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan of HOT Magazine when they first launched,&lt;br /&gt;And I just got my hands on the latest issue.&lt;br /&gt;Flipping through the pages and there it was about Paris Hilton getting out of jail,&lt;br /&gt;Next is Spice Girls are reunited for they world tour,&lt;br /&gt;And then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One page that says Mel B's recent newborn's birth father has been identified.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.biosyn.com/"&gt;DNA&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*surprise*&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EDDIE MURPHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Jaw drops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who already fathered 8 children, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;But the number won't be too far, either 5 or 6, if not 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Or what he think he was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really factory meh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2475017429822242133?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2475017429822242133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2475017429822242133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2475017429822242133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2475017429822242133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/07/mel-bs-newborn-has-father.html' title='Mel B&apos;s Newborn Has A Father'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8964238960823124197</id><published>2007-07-03T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:34:08.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s just talks..'/><title type='text'>For those who care</title><content type='html'>... Still alive; not dead yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Just too busy. With work and studies; with my final year Research Paper, Media Law &amp; Ethics and Copywriting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much to handle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as of yesterday night, problem with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;A huge argument over the smallest issue.&lt;br /&gt;It's most probably my fault, but could possibly be his too.&lt;br /&gt;However, at this point of time when anger clouds the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to solve problems or even talk without hurting each other.&lt;br /&gt;But not talking at all won't do any good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship can sometimes be a pain in the ass; excuse the expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom called one day during my working hours.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out she didn't know at all where I am working,&lt;br /&gt;After having worked for 50 days,&lt;br /&gt;Coming home at 10:30pm almost every other day.&lt;br /&gt;One word.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe two..&lt;br /&gt;Wow and/or speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said my blog is very boring.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kenny [surname].&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la Kenny, I don't really remember your surname.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what it is but I rather not risk getting it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, back to that.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is boring.&lt;br /&gt;Straight at my face in Flam over cheap whisky on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how loud the music was,&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear it crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la Kenny, to let you down.&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures to blog about, it's just no time to edit, upload and blog ler..&lt;br /&gt;I'll try harder ok!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8964238960823124197?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1151605373027403889</id><published>2007-07-02T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:50:54.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>*Not* A Budget Trip To Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with my brother last night,&lt;br /&gt;And somehow between the conversation we started talking about LV bags,&lt;br /&gt;And other super-branded stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually thinking to get him to buy me a LV Speedy 30 from UK,&lt;br /&gt;The price is much cheaper even after the conversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then only my brother told me it was even cheaper when he went Italy the year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bangs head to wall and bangs it again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course when he went to Italy,&lt;br /&gt;He was under budget,&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly those trip where he spends few nights in &lt;a href="http://www.luxuryretreats.com/villas/europe/italy/tuscany/"&gt;Tuscany Villas&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;So he definitely can't have extra 300 pounds to spend,&lt;br /&gt;On a piece of printed leather sewed together added with 2 curved leather rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1151605373027403889?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1151605373027403889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2125971158138124849</id><published>2007-07-02T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:16:01.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Get It Customed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day at work,&lt;br /&gt;This pair of mother-son came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son is obviously very young,&lt;br /&gt;I'll say 16 years old or less?&lt;br /&gt;There was his mom looking at bags and sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just there,&lt;br /&gt;In front of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly checking his hair, his face, his nose and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"He's at the phase of a identity search."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants a form of identity,&lt;br /&gt;To be able to be recognized.&lt;br /&gt;And then, people even want their houses to be customized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their confidence obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"If you do not find what you are looking for on our website, We can build it for you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercerrealtyinc.com/"&gt;beaufort nc real estate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2125971158138124849?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-9183656836960499309</id><published>2007-06-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:29:38.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s just talks..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender'/><title type='text'>Who defines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Post-it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Very long post, but whatever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Hmm, is it difficult to read such post length?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Would it be better if I were to write shorter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; always complain about this particular issue whenever we go out for food.&lt;br /&gt;For example, dining in KimGary.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always order the Iced Yun Yong &lt;em&gt;(mixture of coffee and milk tea)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will go for the Iced Milk Tea because he's caffeine intolerant or the Fruit Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the orders arrived, the waiter will always serve the Fruit Milk to me;&lt;br /&gt;And the Iced Yun Yong to him.&lt;br /&gt;After which we'll switch them and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will start saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"See! Why must he serve the Fruit Milk to you? Guy cannot drink healthy drinks meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the same for food as well.&lt;br /&gt;The waiter always serve the heavier portion to him,&lt;br /&gt;Which most of the time belongs to me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should be feeling anything by all these small little actions?&lt;br /&gt;At one part I appreciate that the waiter acknowledges the differences between feminine and masculine behavioural,&lt;br /&gt;But at another point I felt stereotyped because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just because I'm a girl, I can't eat Black Pepper Beef Steak with Spaghetti???&lt;br /&gt;So what if I choose to wallop &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 Roti Canai or 4 Dunkin Donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just difficult la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all these were to happen the other way round,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll make a fuss over it too! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*HAHA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why men say women are complicated creatures, &lt;strong&gt;we are&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But you guys still &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love us&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hate the fact&lt;/span&gt; that you guys do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Jumps up and down and bounces away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it's difficult being female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah-lah have to go through menstrual every month,&lt;br /&gt;Suffers all those period cramps and PMS,&lt;br /&gt;And then have to spend so much money on buying sanitary pads, bras and panties,&lt;br /&gt;You think sanitary pads very cheap is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if you go to Watson or Guardian and look at the different types of sanitary pads,&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'll faint and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings? No wings?&lt;br /&gt;Day use; night use?&lt;br /&gt;Slim fit; Heavy?&lt;br /&gt;28cm; 35cm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we measure our sanitary pads too!&lt;br /&gt;Of course the longer, the thicker, even the better..&lt;br /&gt;For night use ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*What were you thinking?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try sleeping at night with something cotton-ish at your northern region,&lt;br /&gt;And with constant out-flow of fluid,&lt;br /&gt;You think it's comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those advertisements from Whisper and whatnot,&lt;br /&gt;Showing how the girl can turn left and right while sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;It's just puffs!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lucky if I don't get strained back when I wake up the next morning during the time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's pantyliners.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lets not even get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that,&lt;br /&gt;Ladies have to spend so much on getting &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clothes, shoes, make-up, skin care products&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know why guys cannot understand how girls can go shopping all the time and for the longest time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just because you guys have just shirts and pants.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies have top, blouse, skirt, pant, dress and etc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; including the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;different types&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; within these categories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there's the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;different designs and colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to match it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that includes the different types of SHOES - designs &amp;amp; colors,&lt;br /&gt;There's something we call the sitting-down-shoe, and the walking shoe, dinner shoe, casual shoe and &lt;em&gt;dot dot dot&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'll never finish counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of shoe ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*squint watery eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a pair of black shiny pointy heel from Vincci,&lt;br /&gt;Which I love it the first time I saw it,&lt;br /&gt;But they never have my size 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next batch of stocks came in,&lt;br /&gt;I left Vincci feeling disappointed again.&lt;br /&gt;So when I saw it again the other day and they have size 9,&lt;br /&gt;That means &lt;strong&gt;DIE DIE&lt;/strong&gt; also must get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while walking out of FOS the other day,&lt;br /&gt;The heel accidentally went into a crack,&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid damn crack &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;peeled off bits from my heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so obvious against the nice shiny black.&lt;br /&gt;Geram-ness to the max!&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;I painted that part with my black nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;What a girl would do for her shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girls are willing to do more than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Really....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try going to MNG 2 days later.&lt;br /&gt;You will not see girls walking around looking for clothes,&lt;br /&gt;Instead, you'll see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hungry hyenas fighting over a tiny rat after 10 years of starvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that's what I witnessed when I was working during MNG sales.&lt;br /&gt;These ladies actually start queueing at &lt;strong&gt;6AM&lt;/strong&gt; when the notice states that the shop will be open at 7AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-9183656836960499309?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/9183656836960499309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=9183656836960499309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/9183656836960499309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/9183656836960499309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-defines.html' title='Who defines?'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2193867808985498602</id><published>2007-06-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:49:53.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s just talks..'/><title type='text'>It doesn't work that way</title><content type='html'>Driving on Federal Highway during 4:30-8:30pm is always a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Confirm traffic jam, for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no apparent reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just has to happen on a particular stretch.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;If it's on a better day, the traffic starts from the Section 223 Bridge;&lt;br /&gt;On a bad day, it starts as soon as Hilton PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Confirm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic will crawl all the way till the LDP-Sunway turn-off and then it's smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;Why ah?&lt;br /&gt;I always use Federal Highway and I never see any accidents or what.&lt;br /&gt;The cars &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just have to drive slower than usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; along this stretch.&lt;br /&gt;Bengang betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some impatient drivers will start using the emergency lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; get caught by the traffic polices.&lt;br /&gt;Already know will get caught, especially during this hour, yet still wanna use that lane.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time still can escape if your driving skills, can lah.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;far far&lt;/em&gt;, once you see the car in front got hailed, you &lt;em&gt;fast fast&lt;/em&gt; cut into the right lane and then maneuver to the middle lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..like that can escape la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that BUT! up there?&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;old time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Police officers now work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;double-dose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after the recent pay rise.&lt;br /&gt;Now they don't stand at the emergency lane waiting for you to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stand &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in between the middle lane and right lane to catch you when you try to escape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Applause*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efficient kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they be that efficient when there're faulty traffic lights??&lt;br /&gt;And they always like to set up road blocks on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;busiest streets during busiest hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i.e. lunch hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Doink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day, I saw traffic polices with their big white bikes escorting a wedding car.&lt;br /&gt;That was a show &lt;em&gt;kay&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Headlights all on and a few lined up;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting through lanes and stopping traffic,&lt;br /&gt;Just to let the car pass through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like it was the &lt;em&gt;PM getting married&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That time &lt;strong&gt;not yet la&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The car plate also not in any special color, like the Royal yellow or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I assume it's just a &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt; wedding car with a &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt; bridegroom inside going to a &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt; bride's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FU-YOH~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how the GT babes say on Hitz.fm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHUN~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2193867808985498602?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2193867808985498602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2193867808985498602&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2193867808985498602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2193867808985498602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-doesnt-work-that-way.html' title='It doesn&apos;t work that way'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3853993168514555233</id><published>2007-06-07T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:29:50.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s just talks..'/><title type='text'>Xtra-Small</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Irrelevant note: OMG! Blogger is in Mandarin all of the sudden. I wonder if it's because of this PC I'm using at my friend's condo.. Thank goodness I can read mandarin, aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So MNG is going to have its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES... MNG's sale coming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21st June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;*Mark your calendars!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold ladies!&lt;br /&gt;Save up as much as you can from now till 21st and spend all you can on MNG's Spring/Summer collection. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They have gorgeous clothes by the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or swipe your plastics if you wish, not that I have any..&lt;br /&gt;And guys who are planning to go along with your ladies, pump up those biceps and triceps to help hold the bags =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to try on clothes the other day at MNG The Curve.&lt;br /&gt;Love the new interior and space but hate the warm environment because of the lightings!&lt;br /&gt;I used to wear L for tops from MNG because of my broad shoulders. And since I was still quite chubby that time, the clothes fit well on the body too.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm wearing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S/XS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on tops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L ---&gt; S/XS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, like &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4333/mngtopna7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But they don't have it in Black anymore the time I went. They only have it in a shade of bright purple, which I don't like. Hopefully they'll have new stock by then for the sales.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/1684/mngshoeay6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so in love with the dress!! It's so cute but I'm thinking if I'll wear it? I don't have legs like her.....I'm thinking it won't look as nice if paired with jeans. Yikes? But OH GOD I love that shoe!! It's absolutely gorgeous but hmm, they're not made for walking. Tried them and.. &lt;em&gt;*scratches head*&lt;/em&gt; How ah??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Update*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried on this dress just couple of days ago and it's a &lt;strong&gt;no-no&lt;/strong&gt; for me. The rest of the dress was really pretty but it's just the collar problem. It's round necked and so high up, even covering my collar bones. It looks extremely conversative for such lovely floral mini-dress. What a waste! The color and fabric was lovely too. No wonder I got lured into loving this dress. The model's hair totally covered the problematic area. Yikes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/6549/mnglizzyyo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Definitely getting this slim fit jeans. The washed-out color is just nice and the cutting fits nicely. I didn't know I can wear slim-fit jeans until I read June's CLEO Magazine. Keke! Just need to find a design that fits, and it's just this!! Don't you just love the details at the back pockets?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And also, it's not just jeans ok. It's called Lizzy. Puuurrrfect!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/8878/mngbagvw9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also getting this bag. It's so big and spacious that it's just puurfect for me to dump everything in it. They have so many colors! Black, white, brown, silver, gold, orange, green and maroon pink. I'm getting the maroon pink =) It's not easy to match with clothes but it's outstanding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wonder what's maroon pink? It's not as dark as maroon and not as pink as pink. It's a mixture of both and in between of both. So it's just maroon-pink. LOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/p&gt;Although it's nice to be wearing smaller sizes..&lt;br /&gt;But difficult la because my shoulders are still as broad.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lost weight, not bones ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a tough time strugggling to get the tops to pass my shoulder but it fits just nice on the body.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm not happy =D because the clothes look nicer on skinnier frame.. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't support crazy diet plans.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not suffering from anorexia alright..&lt;br /&gt;It's just stress, blame it on the stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working everyday except for Tuesdays and Thursday, and on those two days I have 8am class - Media Law &lt;em&gt;*stress madness*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress-ness makes me eat more, it does!!&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wallop-ed 4 Dunkin Donuts at one go in one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, hurrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay.. Chocolate puddings summore.&lt;br /&gt;And then immediately after that, I went la-la-land =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that day in college one Malay lady was walking with me and YingHan from the lift to ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;While on the stairs she looked at my face and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, your face very cute ya. What products you use?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all words she can think of, CUTE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please la.. No one has ever commented that I look cute, ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Poeple only tell me I look 5 years older than my age "-_-&lt;br /&gt;When I'm only 21, people guessed 26/27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOW CAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, the finance people in UCSI once asked me if I'm a part-time lecturer when I queried about the seasonal parking pass.&lt;br /&gt;Hallo?&lt;em&gt; Part-time lecturer???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of my face says I'm a part-time lecturer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm using Artistry, Oil Control Balancing series.&lt;br /&gt;My skin improved a lot after I used it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;So if any of you want to try using Artistry, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who love Pirates of The Caribbean 3: At World's End??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I love it so much I watched it twice?? Ya I did watch it again with my boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a couple of blogs and they all have bad reviews on it.&lt;br /&gt;No story line??&lt;br /&gt;Got wat...&lt;br /&gt;Got right? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Updates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On streamyx: It's still on PMS + Bitchy + Fucked-up mood. It's still not working and I'm still leeching on people's wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On PayPal: I finally can accept my payment even though I'm still furious over the bad response I was given with when I emailed the problem to them. Not forgetting the email replied from them have horrible English. I guess PayPal out-source they customer services, to wherever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Astro: It's on, alive and kicking! I have my entertainment back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3853993168514555233?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3853993168514555233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3853993168514555233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3853993168514555233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3853993168514555233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/06/xtra-small.html' title='Xtra-Small'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4254876163114449112</id><published>2007-05-25T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T03:48:03.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Money Online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Nuffnang Private Screening: Pirates of The Caribbean 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cannot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the movie so much, die die also must watch it again with boyboy..*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although POTC 3 is also somewhat a manly man movie, but all the mushy love/romantic scenes are still very much acceptable and nicely blended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Spiderman 3.. Tak masuk laa~~ Especially the ending, tak boleh pakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, better not talk further on POTC 3. Don't want to be strangled to death for spoilers but please do go watch. I guess it's one of THE most anticipated movies, along with my personal choice - Harry Potter, The Bourne Ultimatum, Shrek 3, Fantastic 4 and what else arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who came for this event tak semangat langsung!, including myself la. *lol* There was this attractive 3D2N full expense paid trip to Singapore for the best dressed blogger, as a pirate for the most obvious reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave some thoughts on it, pondering if I should join in for the fun of it. I even searched online for costume rental shops around Klang Valley! I found a few shops that offer such services but the costumes sooooo disappointing laar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All their pirate costumes look exactly like CAPTAIN HOOK!!! So 'ol school~ meaning tak boleh pakai also.. I was wondering if I were to dress like Elizabeth by Keira Knightley... But don't look like pirate also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, now talk so much also useless because I went with a white top and jeans, *kekeke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly recognized most of the faces of the people who showed up!! Except for &lt;a href="http://www.chingling.net/blog"&gt;Cely&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.hongkiat.com/blog"&gt;Hongkiat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kukujiao.com"&gt;Earl-Ku&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Can't make myself to call him kukujiao in public, how can!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://www.undebug.org"&gt;CinCauHangus&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.smashpop.net"&gt;SmashpOp&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fireangelism.com"&gt;Fireangelism&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com"&gt;Boss Stewie&lt;/a&gt; of course. The rest are just when I look at their faces.. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Ohhh...I think I've seen him/her before, maybe not, I'm not sure, don't know la!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or some that makes me go, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Ohh... I think I've seen him/her on [blogger's name] blog before. Should be friend friend la.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. &lt;strong&gt;Fulamakk!&lt;/strong&gt; Once the hall is open for entrance, the amount of people swarming through the door was like &lt;strong&gt;@_@&lt;/strong&gt; !! The seats filled up really quick too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the whole jing bang who went for this event did not take any group photos and poor Boss Stewie had to scream his lungs out for his thankiu speech before the movie; the free popcorn &amp; drink sponsored by Exabytes, putting faces behind blog URLs, and the movie itself made the night worth it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for the next event from &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;! If you have yet to join, act now and join the fun community while earning money blogging. Who says you can't make money online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-4254876163114449112?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4254876163114449112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4254876163114449112&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4254876163114449112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4254876163114449112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/nuffnang-private-screening-pirates-of.html' title='Nuffnang Private Screening: Pirates of The Caribbean 3'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2300841853350084430</id><published>2007-05-22T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:59:05.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>"I want to buy him dinner"</title><content type='html'>I went to my mom and tried my luck asking her to write a cheque to settle my semester's tuition fee which was long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;She said she doesn't have the amount I needed in her current account for now.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me when is the latest I need to pay up, and I said next Monday; which was a lie because it was due at least 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago I tried asking her and she did the few small little actions that I predicted.&lt;br /&gt;First, she ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;Second, she ignored me again.&lt;br /&gt;Third, she said she doesn't have that amount in the account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few long seconds of silence, I just stood there waiting for her to confirm if she will write me the cheque latest by next monday.&lt;br /&gt;More silence.&lt;br /&gt;I broke it by saying, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So I'll ask you again next Monday la ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she mumbled something that sounded like, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I don't have the money now la.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I wanted to step out of her room, she suddenly asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"What's Adrian's phone number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze and my mind went blank for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who's number?&lt;/em&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She repeated her question, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"What's Adrian's number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so freaky for her to suddenly ask for my boy's number so I asked her what is her intention of wanting it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Just give me his number la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Why do you need it for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I want to buy him dinner."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;[Huh?? Try harder..]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there staring at her long and hard. My brain went racing thinking of the multiple possibilities on why and what she would do with Adrian's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my sight and looked at Grace who was sitting at the desk doing her assignment. Grace lip read what I was trying to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Why she suddenly want his number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace responded and I lip read, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I also don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"So freaky wan.. Should I give or what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"No, don't bother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right at this time, mom turned and looked at me asking me once again, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Are you going to give me Adrian's number?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked in such manner as though demanding me for it. Her tone suggested that I should give it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braved myself and said to her, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"No. You're asking in such a weird manner, I won't give it to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"No? Fine then."&lt;/span&gt; She stood from her bed and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace texted me the conversation she had with mom just right after I left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Why do you want the number for? Why suddenly ask for it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"What suddenly? Just want to treat him dinner ma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Why? You're very close with him meh? You don't even talk to him, why suddenly the treat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"No reason. Why cannot treat him dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"But why suddenly want to buy him dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Why cannot? I ask for his number but she doesn't give, she ask for money I must give la?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sentence of the conversation is totally &lt;strong&gt;disturbing&lt;/strong&gt;. What relevance is there between the two??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None at all!&lt;/strong&gt; One is me asking for tution fee, for me to go one step closer to completing my degree. Another is something so outrageous and weird and freaky.&lt;br /&gt;I see &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; relevance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I should think of after this incident. Should I be worried? Should I be prepared for all the actions that she is bound to do to make life harder for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: I think she reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: I have yet to blog about how she has changed, &lt;strong&gt;for the worse&lt;/strong&gt;, after attending some &lt;strong&gt;cult-like&lt;/strong&gt; seminar call &lt;strong&gt;Asiaworks&lt;/strong&gt;. I googled it and I had bad reviews that send shivers down my spine just by reading them. If you want to know about it, just google it. I'll blog about it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2300841853350084430?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2300841853350084430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2300841853350084430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2300841853350084430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2300841853350084430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to-buy-him-dinner.html' title='&quot;I want to buy him dinner&quot;'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-813252433080184647</id><published>2007-05-21T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:30:55.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I'm A Slave</title><content type='html'>To internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streamyx is all upside down and inside out near Sunway area. I'm not too sure about this but apparently my house's connection went kaput, so I thought the maid cleaned the computer table and ter-messed up all the cables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after numerous efforts in unplugging and plugging in cables, it still didn't work. Then the sister, Grace went to her friend's house just down the road and tried to use the friend's connection. Of course la, it didn't work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been suffering from the no-internet-syndrome for so many days and it feels so horrible! So now, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*psst*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm leeching on somebody else's wireless connection to check mails and blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Such an internet slave, dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the amount of effort I put in just to trace the untitled connection. I carried the laptop from one corner of the house to the other corner and try to search for connection in that range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I found the signal at one specific corner of the living room and yet it's "very low" signal strength. &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...Noticed that blogger is having the new feature of auto-saving the blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;About time yo!&lt;br /&gt;I've been a victim of losing blog entries half way through writing and ended up pulling hair and scalp over it.&lt;br /&gt;Not only myself, I believe many people are victims of such too, at least I read many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures of my boy's birthday celebration at Yuen Steamboat restaurant as previously mentioned is still not up yet because of streamyx la ok.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Grrrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers and toes all crossed to having streamyx back on again, &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Who says modelling is easy and glamorous? Wait till you see what goes on at the backstage. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-813252433080184647?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/813252433080184647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=813252433080184647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/813252433080184647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/813252433080184647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-slave.html' title='I&apos;m A Slave'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3283452733900589224</id><published>2007-05-17T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:04:53.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Money Online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>One Eyed Champion</title><content type='html'>I've gone back to working at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Guess Accessories&lt;/span&gt; in Sunway Pyramid yesterday on a part-time basis.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to go back to work in a familiar environment and what's even better is that they can work along my extremely odd timetable this semester.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, finished work at 10:15pm last night and had a 8am class this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah-lah I take such a long time to wake up and get ready, with 8am class I ended up setting my alarm at 5:30am and another one at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Pst*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The alarm goes off &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;every 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt; during that entire 30 minutes and guess what time I finally got off bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7am!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champion to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually take one hour to shower, change and makeup and yadda yadda so waking up at 7am is totally not a really good thing. Besides I have to leave latest by 7:30am to make it to class on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Rush rush rush.. Took a cold shower in the dark, cause the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;water heater spoilt and the light in the washroom also spoilt..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champion!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the light spoilt long time la, just that I didn't go change it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing all sort of things in the washroom in the dark. God knows how I even draw my eyebrows evenly kan? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having showered in the dark and with blur vision, I went on to put my contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Insert finger into contact lens casing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Touch touch, feel feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;EH! Where is it la??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Takes contact lens case nearer to eyes and find*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The right case is empty! Shitz.. Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;Look down into the basin, oh Champion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have dropped it yesterday night when I removed it and not knowing that it ended up onto the basin instead of the case.&lt;br /&gt;I took it up and it's dried up, hard as ever. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*scoffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Soft-Lens konon-nya. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok la, I know it's hard because it's dried up ok.. Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how now? Open new one la. So now I have uneven pair of contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Grr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So the left lens for now I have to prolong it and wear it for 2 months. Not advisable ok kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was putting on my makeup I kept hearing Mission Impossible ringtone from my opposite neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;Not once, not twice, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but damn freaking a lot of times!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! Then I know, the guy &lt;em&gt;(presumed)&lt;/em&gt; must be like me, need endless times of alarm to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, he's more the champion than I am. His alarm went from 6am until 7:30am when I left house and I'm guessing it went on too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why Mission Impossible??&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it bad enough that it's already impossible for him to wake up and yet using Mission Impossible ringtone??&lt;br /&gt;At least mine was Nelly Furtado's Promiscuous Girls. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I got an email from Nuffnang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH..I'm going to the screening of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pirates of The Caribbean 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with all the other Nuffnangers and Nuffnangees. Cool thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but seriously about the costume theme thingie, need or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who else is going? &lt;a href="http://www.chingling.net/blog"&gt;Cely&lt;/a&gt;, are you? Lets go together-gather ma! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn kesian my boy though. I texted him about it and he asked me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Then how about me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Awww*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com"&gt;Boss Stewie&lt;/a&gt;, can request extra ticket ar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paypal still have not fixed the problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I still cannot accept payment. It just kept showing me the page where it requires me to add an US Bank Account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Paypal, I don't have la ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody else still experiencing the same issue or is it just me because I never alerted them about it affecting my account too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah..I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; close to breaking the USD100 mark, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if I can accept the other 2 pending payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USD100 mark is not a big deal actually since &lt;a href="http://www.chingling.net/blog"&gt;Cely &lt;/a&gt;can get a &lt;a href="http://www.chingling.net/blog/2007/05/16/how-to-earn-usd50-a-day-in-adsense/"&gt;USD50 in a single day&lt;/a&gt;! Mine was accumulated from god-knows-ages and it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; from Google Adsense alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Google Adsense is still shamefully low. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Le sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still very much excited about it. I never thought I can make money through blogging when I first started. So whatever amount that is, it's still good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*untouchable*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; money for now. Save it for future use. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3283452733900589224?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3283452733900589224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3283452733900589224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3283452733900589224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3283452733900589224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-eyed-champion.html' title='One Eyed Champion'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5235600059688391749</id><published>2007-05-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:33:55.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><title type='text'>I Must Think Positive!</title><content type='html'>My mother is planning to sell the Waja that I drive to college everyday!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to know this piece of shit important information from her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she got our neighbour who deals with all this kinda thing to sell off the car.&lt;br /&gt;So 2 days ago, Uncle Neighbour dropped by and told me to show him the 'book' that carries all the information about the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there he was whispering to himself, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh, year 2003. So this car 4 years old only lar.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood here half guessing why would he need to know what, so I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;Hur, his answer just kind of shoot me in the face kau-kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh, your mother hasn't tell you yet is it? She's planning to sell the car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dumbstruck*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the stupid silly thoughts start swamping my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darn&lt;/em&gt;, is she selling the car or changing the car?&lt;br /&gt;What if she sells it and not planning to buy another car, how am I going college?&lt;br /&gt;Shits, public transport takes about an hour to reach college. So I have to wake up at 5am to get to college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bombarded DarlingAd's handphone with all my text messages over this issue.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to confront the mother and to get an answer as soon as possible so I can plan ahead or at least be ready of the possible outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not exactly the easiest thing to do now - confronting my mother over this issue.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on speaking terms with her for the past couple of weeks over some problem which some of my friends are well aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I did try to ask her.&lt;br /&gt;I need to know anyway but the conversation ended before I even thought it had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mi, you planning to sell the Waja meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Mmm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she walks off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW LA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Sigh* Die Die Die!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody knows if banks in Malaysia provide study loan? I don't think she's even planning to pay for my tuition fee this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't fail any subjects. Fuck, the lowest grade I've gotten so far was a C+ and I was behaving like some nerd whining why I hadn't gotten a better grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at the result slip online and all the previous grades were all As and some A+. Scrolling downwards and suddenly a C+. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I almost died!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ya, the point is that I'm saying she doesn't seem to want to pay for my tuition fees this semester and it's not because I failed any subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I've already found myself a part time job to finance all those bloody expensive fuel expenses to go to college, yes I pay for my own petrol, barely surviving with the RM200 monthly allowance that my mother gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah la my monthly petrol costs about RM300+, already exceeding my monthly allowance, what's left for me to eat?? Eat wind la~ So now you know why I lost weight.. *Joking la* I'm on diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need a lot of money because I don't know when the mother strike and stop paying for my tuition fee. Damn, I need money so bad I'm disgusted with myself. *PUI*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone of you know about study loans in Malaysia, please do drop me a comment, please please please... I tried PTPTN =(  I didn't get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My Boy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; birthday yesterday!! He turned 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice steamboat buffet dinner at Yuen, the famous restaurant in Sunway Mentari. Pictures up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, love. You know I love you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-5235600059688391749?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5235600059688391749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5235600059688391749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5235600059688391749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5235600059688391749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-must-think-positive.html' title='I Must Think Positive!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3256460571502470076</id><published>2007-05-06T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:17:32.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>à la mode Christina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/6387/dsc01660lightmz0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A showcase of excellence, precision and patience from 2 top hairstylists of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presented during a hairshow at Royale Bintang Ballroom, 4th May 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3256460571502470076?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3256460571502470076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3256460571502470076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3256460571502470076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3256460571502470076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-mode-christina.html' title='à la mode Christina'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4197071083774462155</id><published>2007-05-06T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:56:20.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Bag 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I went Beijing with my family years back; I bought so many stuffs there until my luggage just wouldn't close unless I kneeled on it and tightly zipped it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went during winter and the winter clothings have already occupied much of the space and yet the stuffs in China were so so affordably cheap that I just cannot not buy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank goodness that I was using a &lt;a href="http://www.luggagesource.com/"&gt;Samsonite luggage&lt;/a&gt; that was made from good quality! I got my luggage back in one piece with all my purchases safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-4197071083774462155?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4197071083774462155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4197071083774462155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4197071083774462155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4197071083774462155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/bag-em.html' title='Bag &apos;em'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-886271404582439248</id><published>2007-05-06T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:43:06.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Prophix consolidation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial consolidation is one of the most critical processes of an organization. However, each organization is unique and has different requirements for managing their consolidation process. Effectively managing consolidations can benefit your organization in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;a href="http://www.prophix.com/solutions/consolidation/"&gt;consolidation software&lt;/a&gt; that recognizes the need of your organization to consolidate based on different requirements such as geographic region, product line, division and multiply structure versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-886271404582439248?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/886271404582439248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=886271404582439248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/886271404582439248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/886271404582439248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/prophix-consolidation.html' title='Prophix consolidation'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5453197534529555074</id><published>2007-05-06T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:10:00.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>At bullet speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh gosh, I'm so tired but I still have so much more work to be done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you must have said this before. I said it all the time! Especially when assignments due dates are near. The 'midnight oil burning' sessions that runs for nights just to get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest record I've gone on staying awake for assignments was 52 hours. It was a horrible experience! I was close to seeing double when I was driving back to college to submit the assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that 52 hours of 'battle', it would be great to have an &lt;a href="http://www.redbulletspeed.com"&gt;Energy Drink&lt;/a&gt; that can give me a boost of energy and increase my concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a word of advise, don't drive after staying awake for 52 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-5453197534529555074?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5453197534529555074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5453197534529555074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5453197534529555074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5453197534529555074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-bullet-speed.html' title='At bullet speed'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-258319011903221748</id><published>2007-05-06T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:55:59.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Be market conscious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing is by far one of the most important tool used in business. Whether you are selling furniture, apparels, food or services, you ought to know your market strength and appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being conscious of your own market, you will be able to target your business accordingly. But doing &lt;a href="http://www.synovate.com/"&gt;market research&lt;/a&gt; can sometimes be quite a hassle. It involves a great deal of time and manpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you cannot handle it, leave it to the experts. Let the world's most curious market intelligence company do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-258319011903221748?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/258319011903221748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=258319011903221748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/258319011903221748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/258319011903221748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-market-conscious.html' title='Be market conscious'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8072885084140536534</id><published>2007-05-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:50:28.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Spot the hidden Mickey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I hear all the time when Anna watches Disney Channel. Disney is like a childhood must. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Little Mermaid, Snow White and not forgetting Mickey Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Disneyland is an universal appeal to people of all age, race and ethnicity. Have you been to Disneyland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're planning to, do check out some of the &lt;a href="http://www.villadirect.com/"&gt;Disney vacation home&lt;/a&gt; available in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8072885084140536534?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8072885084140536534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8072885084140536534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8072885084140536534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8072885084140536534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/spot-hidden-mickey.html' title='Spot the hidden Mickey!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1466459181251572856</id><published>2007-05-06T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:35:42.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Is there life after death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question that most people would like to know an answer for. Even scientists today still have no solid solution to that question. Is there life after death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about the person who died and left. How about the family that has been left behind? Is there a life for them after a death of someone, maybe the breadwinner of the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something happens to you, who will take care of your family? Funeral services today cost a bomb too! Many people refuse to think of death because of superstition but it is a serious question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People buy all sorts of protection nowadays such as insurance for health, home and car; but have you thought about &lt;a href="http://onedollarglobeinsurance.com/burial.htm"&gt;funeral insurance&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1466459181251572856?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1466459181251572856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1466459181251572856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1466459181251572856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1466459181251572856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-there-life-after-death.html' title='Is there life after death?'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-729821880745384814</id><published>2007-05-05T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:48:04.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Farrey's Lighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first moved into the house we're staying now, we used to have this nice chandelier lighting for our living room. Somehow sometime later, dad just decided that it wasn't suitable enough to lit the living room and thus changed it to the normal flourescent lights we have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BORING! I know my mom secretly loves the chandelier because she fancies that even it's just for lighting purposes. Especially when she passed by shops that sells different &lt;a href="http://www.farreys.com/"&gt;lighting&lt;/a&gt; products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she would love the &lt;a href="http://www.farreys.com/lighting/maxim/index.html"&gt;Maxim lighting&lt;/a&gt; collection that has both contemporary and traditional designs. Maybe when she's in the mood for something clean and neat, she'll look at those from the Paradox Collection by &lt;a href="http://www.farreys.com/lighting/minka_lavery/index.html"&gt;Minka Lavery lighting&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as of not, I'll just stare at the long white tubes in the living room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-729821880745384814?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/729821880745384814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=729821880745384814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/729821880745384814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/729821880745384814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/farreys-lighting.html' title='Farrey&apos;s Lighting'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7985672793386265014</id><published>2007-05-02T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:51:47.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Boxey Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Yay~ Got a pressie all the way from Australia nicely wrapped up in box and ribbon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/iynihs"&gt;Shinyi&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love present that comes in a box and ribbon! It has been ages since I last received anything that comes in a box and ribbon. I was just commenting on &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/iynihs"&gt;Shinyi's blog &lt;/a&gt;that most of the 'pressies' come in red packets nowadays. LOL. True isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how it is so nicely wrapped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4175/pressieribbonmy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to collect it from the post office and the officer there told me that I have to open the package right there and then because it's insured. If there's any defect to it, then the insurance will cover and they have to see it with their own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was thinking of taking a nice picture of the whole package at home and then the process of opening it. Oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to open it at the post office. Having the plan in mind, I carefully cut the package properly so I can insert the box into the bubbles wrap and the brown outter layer when I get back home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in actual fact when I got home, the pressie was in this shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4411/pressieopenxp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tied the ribbon back to how it was, as best as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/4175/pressieribbonmy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it back into the bubbles wrap and it fits just how it used to =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/5613/pressiebubblefw8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then putting it back into the brown paper layer, and Ta-Da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7876/pressiebrowndx6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It looked like how it was just at the post office. Chun or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila &lt;em&gt;siao siao&lt;/em&gt; madness~~ Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shinyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I like it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so pretty and cute!! And I bet they're expensive too! But too bad I won't be able to use it because they're pretty and cute. I hardly use anything that's pretty and cute and pink at the same time. It's for keepers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7985672793386265014?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7985672793386265014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7985672793386265014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7985672793386265014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7985672793386265014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/boxey-surprise.html' title='Boxey Surprise!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1989330088736608841</id><published>2007-05-02T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:45:45.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Shopping for Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard this statement from a very wise man, he said, "When something drastic happen to your health, there's no one in this world who can truly offer their help as much as a &lt;a href="http://www.mozdex.com/health-insurance-shopping/"&gt;health insurance plan&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely. Most of the time when people say to you, "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know." But can they really help? Can they give you hundreds and thousands of dollars for the treatment needed to save your life? I doubt that. However, a &lt;a href="http://www.mozdex.com/health-insurance-shopping/"&gt;health insurance plan&lt;/a&gt; would be able to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the diverse range of &lt;a href="http://www.mozdex.com/health-insurance-shopping/"&gt;health insurance&lt;/a&gt; available in the market these days, it pays to do a little more than just research to find what suits best for you. It is important to find answers to some questions such as the company's history, the monthly premium, the coverage and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it the ladies way! Go for a &lt;a href="http://www.mozdex.com/health-insurance-shopping/"&gt;health insurance shopping&lt;/a&gt; spree and find the best bargain that gives you the best benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1989330088736608841?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1989330088736608841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1989330088736608841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1989330088736608841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1989330088736608841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/05/shopping-for-health.html' title='Shopping for Health'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3008355759035668671</id><published>2007-04-29T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:30:31.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why is the rum gone?"</title><content type='html'>Because there's nothing else on the ship to burn for smoke signal unless burning the ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why is the rum always gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Captain Jack Sparrow is too jealous over Chow Yun Fatt's bombastic name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chooooooow Yuuuuun Faaaaaatt, FU-YOH!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3008355759035668671?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3008355759035668671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3008355759035668671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3008355759035668671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3008355759035668671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-is-rum-gone.html' title='&quot;Why is the rum gone?&quot;'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3602601401644090563</id><published>2007-04-28T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:47:33.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>It's of needle and dresses</title><content type='html'>My right hand ring-finger is swollen to the size of a baby corn and the ring is stuck there causing pain whenever I move it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the doctor inject my ass today for the finger and now I can't sit straight.. &lt;em&gt;*Don't laugh, not funny!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to swallow at least 5 different types of pills now and heck I can't even take one panadol without breaking it into 4 small parts. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*CRY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pardon my long hiatus in blog entries. I'll blog when I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a preview of the &lt;a href="http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-all-assignments-reports-and.html"&gt;fashion show &lt;/a&gt;on 21st April 2007. Photos taken by &lt;a href="http://reons.blogspot.com"&gt;Reon&lt;/a&gt;. Dresses from Von Jolly, by Aaron George and Raymond Jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/9467/p4218291bbj6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/3928/p4218293aww0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/2343/p4218298apd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3602601401644090563?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3602601401644090563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3602601401644090563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3602601401644090563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3602601401644090563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-right-hand-ring-finger-is-swollen-to.html' title='It&apos;s of needle and dresses'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4263440946624793598</id><published>2007-04-17T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:36:45.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Q &amp; A: What's the worst time for an incoming call?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Bimbotic post ahead. Can't help it. Hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found answer to a question: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What's the worst time for an incoming call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not when you're about to put the most delicious pizza into your mouth;&lt;br /&gt;Not when you're just about to step foot outside of the house for a good night out;&lt;br /&gt;Not when you just got into the washroom and sat on the toilet bowl intended for a long mission;&lt;br /&gt;Not when you just turned off the lights, lie on the bed after a loong hard day and just SECONDS away from falling asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;halfway through a dream where the guy was just about to ask for your number!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Potong steam to the max, pst pst pst*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this series of connected dreams for the past few days and it was about this McDreamy or McSteamy guy (whichever you prefer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the dream, oh man! It was so childish-like, as if I'm back to high school. So entirely infatuated. &lt;em&gt;Wahahah.&lt;/em&gt; It felt like falling in love for the first time and it's sooooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; about it and she was laughing like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with a bunch of friends and my friend brought this guy, lets just call him McDreamy, though I prefer McSteamy in Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fast forward some of the activities we did that I don't quite remember until the time we all sat down for Yamcha in Bangsar. Woo, I clearly remembered Bangsar. &lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long table so everyone got a seat of their own comfortably. I sat at the end of the table and then McDreamy just grabbed himself a chair and sat right next to me even though there were limited space left. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;, sooo kiddddo that I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the yamcha session while I was just talking to friends and all, he just rested his head on his palm while elbow on the table and kept looking at me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See, so high school right? Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole episode of me turning to him, smiling sheepishly and asking why he was staring at me? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, you know that feeling don't you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole time he was just staring at me.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*le sigh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then finally we're done and about to leave and he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Oh this part damn funny!! I remembered so well!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Do you have Qpal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(wtf, Qpal?? This only can happen in a dream!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"What? Qpal? You mean Paypal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(For what he wants my PayPal right! Must be thinking of PayPal too often!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No No, Qpal where you have all your profile in it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Oh, no I don't have it. Well, you can call me what, since you have my number."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I genuinely thought he was my number, not trying to test water ok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Nope, I don't have your number."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Ok, nevermind. Do you have pen and paper now? I'll write it for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he passed me this paper with &lt;strong&gt;both sides already printed with words&lt;/strong&gt;. And I remembered asking him, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"What la, give me paper like this, how to write!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he gave me another piece of paper which is &lt;strong&gt;printed on one side&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*McDreamy who is sooo stupid*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Yor, don't you have a clean sheet of paper that is not printed on any side of it? Ish.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wrote my name, in &lt;strong&gt;Mandarin&lt;/strong&gt; surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Yuck, my handwriting so ugly."&lt;/span&gt; and I crossed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Omg, why still so ugly wan. Must be long time never write my mandarin name."&lt;/span&gt; and I crossed it out again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to pen it down the third time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;IN MY ENGLISH NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Promiscuous Girl ringtone..*&lt;/em&gt; The stupid phone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;RANG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid right. For what want to write my Mandarin name? Fast fast write English name then Kao-tim (settled) already lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the disturbing phone call from Fitness First, not even something important, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tried to go back to sleep and resume the dream. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fail la!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDreamy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't have my number =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-4263440946624793598?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4263440946624793598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4263440946624793598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4263440946624793598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4263440946624793598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/q-whats-worst-time-for-incoming-call.html' title='Q &amp; A: What&apos;s the worst time for an incoming call?'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7194481833437249026</id><published>2007-04-14T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:49:59.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Drink up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently attended a nutrition and diet class where the speaker stressed that water is extremely important to our body. I believe everyone knows that; I sure do especially after I just had fever that I had to down bottles of water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though consuming water is important, but we must also make sure that the water we're putting into our body is clean. Now, since water is actually a necessity, wouldn't it be good if we can spend less on water but maintain its quality? No more bad tasting tap-water or the relatively costly (if accumulated) bottled water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;a href="http://www.purewater2go.com/portable_water_filter.html"&gt;portable water filters&lt;/a&gt;, it's the perfect device for water filtration on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7194481833437249026?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7194481833437249026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7194481833437249026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7194481833437249026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7194481833437249026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/drink-up.html' title='Drink up!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-6107377303131396076</id><published>2007-04-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:37:43.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Computer problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think most guys are better comprehended with all the computer stuffs. I am definitely lousy at it. Talk to me about computer memory and I'll be lost. Only when somebody come check on the PC and only then was told that my PC needs a &lt;a href="http://www.memorystore.com"&gt;computer memory upgrade&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice when they provide services like the Memory Wizard to aid ladies like me to check on our PC? Furthermore, I can compare prices with all major brands and then make my choice that comes with free shipping and a lifetime warranty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-6107377303131396076?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/6107377303131396076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=6107377303131396076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6107377303131396076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6107377303131396076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/computer-problem.html' title='Computer problem'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4222878874134775083</id><published>2007-04-14T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:19:17.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Your one-stop meeting solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your ever expanding business across the country; but hate the process of arranging a mutually appropriate time to have a meeting with all your business associates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on to &lt;a href="http://www.megameeting.com"&gt;web conferencing&lt;/a&gt; that will immediately solve your problem. Not only that, it can also reduce any travel related costs and headaches, extend your marketing reach and also make geography inconsequential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complicated installation, just 100% desktop, browser based conferencing services that can connect you with anyone at anytime and anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-4222878874134775083?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4222878874134775083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4222878874134775083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4222878874134775083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4222878874134775083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-one-stop-meeting-solution.html' title='Your one-stop meeting solution'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1497939150045368096</id><published>2007-04-14T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:09:43.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>The cable guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. I'm not talking about Jim Carey, the cable guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about a place where you can find a solution to all your &lt;a href="http://www.cables4sure.com/products~id~97.htm"&gt;HDMI cable&lt;/a&gt; needs. With all sort of cables listed at a &lt;u&gt;discounted&lt;/u&gt; price, you seriously do not need to go through the hassle of going down the mall and get "tangled" up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the images available will provide you with the most accurate description on the cable you need. And you do not have to worry about being stalked like Jim Carey did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1497939150045368096?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1497939150045368096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1497939150045368096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1497939150045368096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1497939150045368096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/cable-guy.html' title='The cable guy'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5416540834844345889</id><published>2007-04-14T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:27:41.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Add time to your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have heard the clip titled "Korean Clock Lady"? It was one hilarious clip though it was quite cruel to play a fool on that Korean lady like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke aside, if you have a big house and have an empty spot at the living room, try considering getting a &lt;a href="http://www.1-800-4clocks.com/grandfather-clocks.html"&gt;grandfather clock&lt;/a&gt; to fill up that space. Not only does it function to show time but it adds flavor to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a great collection of different grandfather clocks by brand and they too provide free shipping on orders above $100 all over US and Canada. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-5416540834844345889?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5416540834844345889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5416540834844345889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5416540834844345889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5416540834844345889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/add-time-to-your-life.html' title='Add time to your life'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5868190784146305854</id><published>2007-04-11T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:13:13.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I'm not sick; just a little unwell</title><content type='html'>After all the assignments, reports and presentations.. When I finally have time to have some fun.. before all the final examinations paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with flu and sorethroat.. Fever soon I guess. They always come together anyway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that explained why I slept till 3 o'clock this afternoon, nevermind the heavy rain that only made sleeping extra comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a fashion show coming up in conjunction with UCSI Fashion Design School's Launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 21st April 2007 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: No. 1, Jalan Menara Gading, UCSI Heights, 56000 Kuala Lumpur. &lt;a href="http://ucsi.edu.my/location_map.html" target="_blank"&gt;(Location Map)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Buffet and refreshments will be served.&lt;br /&gt;*Fashion show by aspiring models from the UCSI Modelling Course.&lt;br /&gt;*Guest speaker: &lt;strong&gt;Norma Norell (President, Elite Model Management Malaysia).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;By invitation only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Those who are interested, please be so kind to send your &lt;strong&gt;NAME&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;CONTACT NUMBER&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;u&gt;ucsi.fashiondepartment [at] yahoo [dot] com&lt;/u&gt; for registration purposes.&lt;br /&gt;*RSVP by &lt;strong&gt;18th April 2007 (Wednesday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models and Fashion Designers from the industry are among the invited guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited seats only! I only got 30 seats to allocate. Hurry =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-5868190784146305854?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5868190784146305854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5868190784146305854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5868190784146305854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5868190784146305854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-all-assignments-reports-and.html' title='I&apos;m not sick; just a little unwell'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7268148621179628012</id><published>2007-04-07T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:20:08.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Your Perfect Honeymoon Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The acclaimed documentary, "An Inconvenient Truth" alerted us about global warming which is slowly killing the earth. More and more people are getting better educated and conscious about the environment and working towards preserving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that could be done to help save and protect our environment. You may not be able to do something huge such as coming out with a scientific solution to save our ozone layer, but you can still do your part - by choosing to go on travel destinations that are environmental friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RhemtoLljQI/AAAAAAAAACA/S7P0Fuv2FMQ/s1600-h/998875d12c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050688809929641218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RhemtoLljQI/AAAAAAAAACA/S7P0Fuv2FMQ/s320/998875d12c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How about going to Kauai, Hawaii? Perfect destination choice for a honeymoon after marrying your perfect partner in a perfect wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add on to the list, travel through &lt;a href="http://www.hawaiianbeachrentals.com/Hawaii/Kauai/rentals1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Kauai Ecotourism Vacation Rentals&lt;/a&gt; that hand-pick their properties to provide you a first-class service with a sense of personal touch, while lessing damage to the spectacles of nature on Kauai and the other Hawaiian islands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you can travel to your perfect honeymoon destination while help preserving the environment. Nothing gets better than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.LoudLaunch.Com"&gt;LoudLaunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Compensating bloggers for their unbiased opinions, reviews, and analysis. &lt;a href="http://www.loudlaunch.com/ViewMicroPressReleaseDirect.aspx?cid=191"&gt;View&lt;/a&gt; the LoudLaunch campaign release this post was based on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: none; visibility: hidden;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.loudlaunch.com/track.ashx?PostID=2654" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7268148621179628012?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7268148621179628012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7268148621179628012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7268148621179628012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7268148621179628012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-perfect-honeymoon-destination.html' title='Your Perfect Honeymoon Destination'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RhemtoLljQI/AAAAAAAAACA/S7P0Fuv2FMQ/s72-c/998875d12c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3525073850502838312</id><published>2007-04-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:25:38.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>She being she</title><content type='html'>ING Berhad is the main sponsor of the Renault team for this coming F1 Malaysian Grand Prix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother got FREE ticket to the event from 6-8th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And she gave the ticket away to a guy who plays the piano at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Grace nor I have been to any F1 races. Yet, she did not even ask if any one of us at home is interested and she just gave it away to a random guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not you just kill me before I seriously starts talking to birds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oohmmmmmm.........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3525073850502838312?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3525073850502838312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3525073850502838312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3525073850502838312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3525073850502838312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-being-she.html' title='She being she'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4271296772679580554</id><published>2007-04-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:07:12.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I secretly..</title><content type='html'>I secretly wished I can speak to birds; so I can tell them my deepest secrets and they will never be known to any other living humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly wished there would have been more excitement and good things in life for me, though I should not complain as I could have had the best as compared to the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly wished things could have been done differently so we can all be the same as we were the time before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly wished you would understand me better; so I do not have to feel guilty and ashamed to even think of speaking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly wished I do not have to grow up; so I will not be expected to do things or say things the way they think I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly wished I do not have to wish; because things will not be any different anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-4271296772679580554?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4271296772679580554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4271296772679580554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4271296772679580554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4271296772679580554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-secretly.html' title='I secretly..'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-544747545493481913</id><published>2007-04-06T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:33:53.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Thinking of buying or selling your car?</title><content type='html'>If you're staying in USA or Canada, where's the best place for a platform that you can easily sell your car or hunt for a new suitable car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/3bdwtc" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A website that provides the services of both is just right here at &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com/"&gt;LemonFree.com&lt;/a&gt;. Regardless if you're looking to purchase an &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com"&gt;Used Cars&lt;/a&gt; or buying a brand new automobile, you can easily do so by just visiting the &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can search for the car in mind, be it a &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com/map.php?make=HONDA&amp;model=CR-V"&gt;Honda CRV&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com/map.php?make=TOYOTA&amp;amp;model=RAV4"&gt;Toyota RAV4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com/map.php?make=HONDA&amp;model=ODYSSEY"&gt;Honda Odyssey&lt;/a&gt;, or luxury car like a &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com/map.php?make=BMW&amp;amp;model=325I"&gt;BMW 3 Series&lt;/a&gt;, it's all under one roof. Easy and convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detailed information such as mileage, car engine and car interior is also available on each listing, giving you all the information needed to purchase that car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car sellers, &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com/"&gt;LemonFree&lt;/a&gt; provides you with a medium where you can list your automobiles completely free and get your classifieds to reach out to a huge number of potential customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy or Sell; It's here at &lt;a href="http://www.lemonfree.com/"&gt;LemonFree&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-544747545493481913?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/544747545493481913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=544747545493481913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/544747545493481913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/544747545493481913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking-of-buying-or-selling-your-car.html' title='Thinking of buying or selling your car?'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8214089883204451785</id><published>2007-04-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:32:54.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The load of burden..</title><content type='html'>has finally been lifted off my shoulder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so 'light' before in this entire semester. Friends who have chatted with me on MSN would have know that I have been extremely busy with assignments, reports and presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has been a really crazy one! Not only the number of assignments were many, they were due back to back each week, leaving me no breathing space at all. I'm sure you couldn't agree more YingHan, right? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm freeeeeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a damn happy woman now! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing and swaying to the radio this afternoon after I submitted the final report. I couldn't stop myself from smiling =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the coming 7 days before my final examination, I am going to spend a lot of time sleeping, eating, watching TV, reading and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Happie, Happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8214089883204451785?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8214089883204451785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8214089883204451785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8214089883204451785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8214089883204451785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/load-of-burden.html' title='The load of burden..'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1696831180744703399</id><published>2007-04-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:01:17.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Put a monetary value to your writing</title><content type='html'>You are now reading a blog, my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you writing one too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - Great! Leave your address in my comment box =)&lt;br /&gt;No? - Well, never too late to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've came a long way since I started blogging 2 years ago. It was way different back then as blogging was still viewed as a digital diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how things have changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may probably have heard of it or are already doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz marketing is slowly gaining position as one of the stronger marketing tool used by advertisers today. Trend is moving towards &lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com"&gt;blog advertising&lt;/a&gt; because blogs have now gained respect and given significance as a strong and powerful media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hooked to this trend much later than the gurus who may already be earning a living through blogging alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do it for many reasons - to get a decent side income; to pay for tuition fees; to prepare for their kids' education fund or to just simply making their writing worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it because I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started late and so I am not even going to complain that I have only made a couple of dollars. I believe, and through many personal testimonials from those who have benifited from &lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;, I will be able to get what I hoped for - a decent side income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before getting what I hope, plans have already been made on how am I going to spend it. Aren't we all human the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to travel on my own expense at anytime that I want to anywhere I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Current goal - a trip to Hong Kong with my boy this year end *fingers &amp; toes all crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to buy that ZARA dress without even worrying about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*I hate it when a function is around the corner and that perfect dress *on discount* is displayed right before my eyes and I can't have it!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to buy birthday gifts promptly without the frustration that, dang! I've gone out of my budget this month, and maybe every other months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Gosh, I owed so many people so many gifts!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to enjoy the things in life that I love doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Such as shopping? If you have a female friend who does not like shopping, tell me! I'd pay to study her, hehe *jk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be countless things that I want to do &lt;strong&gt;*IF*&lt;/strong&gt; I were to have a few extra dollars to spend. I'm not there yet, but I'm closer to it today than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.payperpost.com/?utm_source=opportunity&amp;amp;utm_medium=disclosure%2Bbadge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/ysr727" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1696831180744703399?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1696831180744703399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1696831180744703399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1696831180744703399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1696831180744703399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/put-monetary-value-to-your-writing.html' title='Put a monetary value to your writing'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1555500569166295619</id><published>2007-04-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:12:59.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Handling disappointments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Edited. Scroll to read.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments are perhaps something that we hate to exprience the most but can never avoid regardless of the amount of effort we try to put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments can come in various degree of severity and how well one person handles the disappointment varies individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that the ability of one person in handling disappointment will increase along with the person's growth in terms of maturity and mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you, my&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; tiny circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of loyal readers may have read about &lt;a href="http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/06/expectations.html" target="_blank"&gt;my disappointment &lt;/a&gt;at the failure in making into the finalists of Maybelline Dream Team competition last year. It was devastating as I put in much hope and confidence thinking that I will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment that I felt at that time was so great that streams of tears literally flowed down my cheeks and I was sobbing uncontrollably alone at the corner of the house where the phone is placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried even worse after I hang up the call that diminished the slightest hope that I still carried in hope to make it into the finalists of Maybelline Dream Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courage that I gathered in entering that competition was huge as it marked the first time ever that I participated in any form of competition. But yet, the first time failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would never be able to live out of the disappointment and to gather enough courage that is left in me to participate in another competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, having to have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wildest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dream in thinking that I might stand a possible chance in realizing something that I have always wanted to do, that dream served as a strong motivation that gave me the courage to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; participated in a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a different competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a same result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for what I know of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still carry hope until a final confirmation is given to me stating loud and clear that, yes, I did not make it into the finalists for the competition. As I have just sent an email to the organizer wanting to know if the finalists anouncement has been made. At least for now I can only console myself to feel a &lt;em&gt;bit&lt;/em&gt; better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** Edited: I've got the confirmation in the morning. I called personally to the organizer requesting to know if the announcement has been made. The person at the other end of the phone said, "Yes Ms. Chua, I just read your email. Yes, the semi-finalists have been notified. If you got a call yesterday, then yes; if not, I'm sorry." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people *such as the boyfriend* will not understand the motive of me emailling and calling to confirm. I need a confirmation or else I will still think of 1001 reasons that the organizer may have NOT announced yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprisingly, I was not as devastatingly disappointed as I was the previous time. I guess it's a good thing. At least I know I tried and whether I make it or not is not in my hands anymore. Well done Christine, you're 1% more mature. ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with &lt;a href="http://www.chingling.net/blog" target="_blank"&gt;Cely&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and briefly mentioned about this result that I was waiting for; she wished me luck which was clearly not on my side, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this time. I wished her luck too for her second attempt at Amazing Race Asia. Hope what's not on my side will be at hers this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ended an hour long phone call with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ever since he started working under this new employment, he has been extremely busy and communication seemed to break down between us causing more tension, arguments and misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I last shared everything to him - what I felt, what I did and what I planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him the whole eposide on the competition and telling him the deepest feeling I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me not to feel too disappointed, like how I felt for Maybelline Dream Team. I can always try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "This is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;toughest phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of disappointment and I am going to take my own time to get over it. I am now sitting in an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;aura of grieve and disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I am going to slowly walk out of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself - Maybe when I finally do walk out of it, like how I did for Maybelline Dream Team, then I will have the courage again to do things that I want or secretly hoped to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I am going to just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;let loose and feel as disappointed as I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the only way to handle disappointment is to fully feel the disappointment until it has no effect anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, for now, I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1555500569166295619?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1555500569166295619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1555500569166295619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1555500569166295619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1555500569166295619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/handling-disappointments.html' title='Handling disappointments'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8240195692310886602</id><published>2007-04-01T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:41:30.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><title type='text'>Happy April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>How were you fooled today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this whole April Fool thing is not as widely 'celebrated' anymore since we have all grown and quit pulling pranks on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how we used to scare people about cockroaches when we were back in primary school saying, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey, there's a cockroach behind you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and all sort of lame pranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all stopped when I was in high school and even the forwarded messages on April's Fool stopped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my consciousness on April's Fool dropped, that's when I got pranked totally off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By who??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the person who claims that he loves me. Hmph! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back home from the rituals on Chinese All Souls Day (Ching Ming Festival) and it was raining cats and dogs in the morning. We had to stand under the heavy rain with umbrella, but still got all drenched cause of all the wind, for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my aunt family was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SUPPOSEDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there to perform the rituals together. After numerous unanswered phone calls, finally one got through and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pathetically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; standing under the rain while Anna so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pitifully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stood there wearing her rain coat, my aunt and her family have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEFT UNINFORMED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and were nicely having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BREAKFAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Kampung Tunku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was saying... I just got back home from the whole &lt;em&gt;episode&lt;/em&gt;, my phone buzzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"(Endearment) !!!!! How come your face in Star Newspaper today? It's in Lifestyle section la.. Faster go see.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unaware that it was April's Fool, I replied asking, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"Are you for real? I need to go out to purposely buy the paper. Don't lie to me or else I'll hate you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was silence. No replies at all. Heck, now I'm not even sure if he purposely did not reply knowing that I would assume he was busy working. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out to buy the paper and it was raining like &lt;em&gt;cats and dogs and lizards and cows&lt;/em&gt;! I got wet just to get the darn paper. While driving back home, I had this thought suddenly, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sunday Star where got Lifestyle section la!?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it was from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so I chose to believe him. &lt;em&gt;*Stupid*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and flipped the pages. I started from Sports section to the front and found nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, since it was from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I started flipping from the main page till the end. Nothing. &lt;em&gt;*Stupid*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"Where got la? I can't find also!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"HUH?? you purposely go out and buy arh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"YA! You say got ma so I go out buy lo. Don't have also.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Holy Shit... You know for the sake of the 1st day of April, we have to bluff people wan ma. Hope you're not mad about it ok.. Sigh, I'm sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;#@#$^%#$%#@%#^$@%"#@#$^%# !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a split second I actually laughed. I laughed because I was so stupid. Then I became seriously mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REAL MAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH... Stupid idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8240195692310886602?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8240195692310886602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8240195692310886602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8240195692310886602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8240195692310886602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8115355055661753190</id><published>2007-03-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:35:08.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Amazing Breakdancing Toddler</title><content type='html'>Have you all seen this already? I might be a bit slow but I just thought the little boy is absolutely adorable and I'd like to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's only 25 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CtFhgLPkutk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CtFhgLPkutk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Isn't he just the cutest thing ever? With that hair and that moves in his pyjamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="techtags"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a class="techtag" href="http://technorati.com/tag/Amazing Breakdancing Toddler" rel="tag"&gt;Amazing Breakdancing Toddler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8115355055661753190?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8115355055661753190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8115355055661753190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8115355055661753190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8115355055661753190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/amazing-breakdancing-toddler.html' title='Amazing Breakdancing Toddler'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-6449206754386935892</id><published>2007-03-26T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:47:37.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Native American Jewelry</title><content type='html'>What is a woman without jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support that. I personally love jewelries because they are so important to complement an outfit. It can add towards an absolute feeling of completeness to an outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you experienced standing in front of the mirror after getting dressed and somehow you just feel incomplete. You feel that something is missing from the outfit; something that should be there to give what you see in the reflection a sense of wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one thing that is missing is just a piece of jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece of jewelry to bring life to an outfit. To even add points to that, it's best when it is a delicate and exquisite jewelry such as the &lt;a href="http://www.nativeartistry.com/"&gt;Native American Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-48855163505466_1942_4308350"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-48855163505466_1942_4308350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautifully &lt;a href="http://www.nativeartistry.com/10021.html"&gt;Hand Made Sterling Silver Dome Bracelet&lt;/a&gt; can instantly add taste to your outfit and also draw attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The admirably fine detail of the craftmanship depicts the quality of the jewelry especially with the elegantly twisted wire just inside the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the perfectly smooth curve gives it a gorgeous finishing affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-48855163505466_1940_23697"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-48855163505466_1940_23697" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.nativeartistry.com/40005.html"&gt;Rainbow Cal-Silica set in Sterling Silver Pendant&lt;/a&gt;. This lovely piece of jewelry is the proud display of the beauty of Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Cal-Silica, the stone set in the beautiful sterling silver bezel is natural material mined from a rock called volcanic rhyolite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also hand-made and uniquely crafted, it gives individuality to each jewelry. Furthermore, to add on to the uniqueness of this impeccable jewelry is that each Rainbow Cal-Silica is different. No stone ever being the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This delicate piece can be worn casually over neck-baring tops or over an elegant cocktail dress to accentuate a woman's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-48855163505466_1941_567846"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-48855163505466_1941_567846" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A woman is never having too many jewelries. Besides, you will be a fool to miss these gorgeously fine pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having bracelets and necklaces, you definitely cannot go without an earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.nativeartistry.com/30006.html"&gt;Spiny Coral, Charoite &amp; Gaspeite set in Sterling Silver&lt;/a&gt;. Using distinct gems, this pair of earring is a true delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm orange of Spiny Coral, brilliant green of Gaspeite, and stunning violet of Charoite, join together to give you yet another enchantingly made jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are not only a girl's best friends. Diamonds will now have competition from these gorgeous &lt;a href="http://www.nativeartistry.com"&gt;Native American Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-6449206754386935892?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/6449206754386935892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=6449206754386935892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6449206754386935892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6449206754386935892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-woman-without-jewelry.html' title='Native American Jewelry'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2750436385596862407</id><published>2007-03-26T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:45:45.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Shocking #1 in British Cyberworld</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night while checking my email, I was reading the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New Sunday Times&lt;/span&gt;. Flipping through the pages up till World section, I was stunned by the news I was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man hangs himself live on the internet, &lt;em&gt;Sunday Times, March 25, 2007, Page 50&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline itself drew much attention and a photo of the man, &lt;strong&gt;Kevin Neil Whitrick&lt;/strong&gt;, 42, father of two was big enough at the left column of the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read though the editorial, I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A father of two hanged himself live over the Internet in Britain's first "cyber suicide".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Neil Whitrick, 42, took his life after being goaded by dozens of chatroom users from across the world, who initially thought he was play acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as they watched in horror, Whitrick climbed on to a chair, smashed through a ceiling and then hanged himself with a piece of rope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitrick had been suffering from depression after being badly injured in a car crash. He was also suffering from a breakdown in his marriage with wife, Paula whom he had 12-year-old twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor man told the chatroom users at PalTalk what he was going to do 2 hours before he killed himself. He was logged on with about 50 other users to a special &lt;strong&gt;"insult"&lt;/strong&gt; chatroom where people "have a go at each other".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Whitrick told friends in the chatroom about his plan to kill himself, the chatroom users thought he was joking and thus egged him on, and telling him to make sure his webcam was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with his webcam switched on, "he tied a rope around an uncovered ceiling joist and stood on the chair as he tied the rope around his neck," said one users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some users of the "insult" chatroom tried to talk him out of it but some telling him to get on with it. I guess they must have thought he was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he stepped off the chair and left dangling, only then the chatroom users understood the gravity of the situation. They tried to ask around if anybody knew where Whitrick was staying but sadly on one could get to him on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, one poor soul is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was so bizzare that I read and reread the article. Whitrick must have been so severely depressed that he has to end his life. It's sad, truly.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though this news was not enough to draw shadows over London, the immediate article below and on the next page were again depressing news from London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie Mitchell&lt;/strong&gt; was branded a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His list of crimes including &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;looting a church, vandalising gardens, abusing and intimidating the elderly, drinking, truancy, stealing, starting fires&lt;/span&gt; and on one occassion, he broke into a car so he could &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;release the hand-brake and watch the car careering down the road&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like what a criminal would do? Well yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that does not sound like what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boy would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Charlie Mitchell is only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Good gracious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON the next page, also in &lt;em&gt;London&lt;/em&gt;, a sister refused to donate her bone marrow to save her brother who was suffering from a rare cancer, acute promyelocytic leukaemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. Simon Pretty &lt;strong&gt;is going to die&lt;/strong&gt; within months and the perfect match of bone marrow that could save his life was from non other than &lt;strong&gt;his own sister&lt;/strong&gt;, and Helen &lt;strong&gt;refuses&lt;/strong&gt; to be a donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she did at first but changed her mind after Simon suffered a relapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Simon's wife confronted Helen out of frustration, Helen said, &lt;strong&gt;"Sorry, I am not doing it."&lt;/strong&gt; The reason being, &lt;strong&gt;"I am putting my family first."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't your brother suppose to be your family too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rephrase the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen is going to &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; the father of her own 3 nieces and nephews. Helen is going to &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; her own brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll agree with Simon, "I'm disgusted with Helen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="techtags"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a class="techtag" href="http://technorati.com/tag/Kevin Neil Whitrick" rel="tag"&gt;Kevin Neil Whitrick&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="techtag" href="http://technorati.com/tag/Charlie Mitchell" rel="tag"&gt;Charlie Mitchell&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a class="techtag" href="http://technorati.com/tag/Simon Pretty" rel="tag"&gt;Simon Pretty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2750436385596862407?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2750436385596862407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2750436385596862407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2750436385596862407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2750436385596862407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/shocking-1-in-british-cyberworld.html' title='Shocking #1 in British Cyberworld'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5700715345963063249</id><published>2007-03-26T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:44:51.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Just Say Hi</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I am casually surfing the internet, many pop up windows show online dating websites, like &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/vs/eharmony"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/a&gt; that promotes how good they are and the chances of people getting true love out of it. However, most of the time when I read on out of curiosity, there's always an underlying clause that charges the users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you might think that the money paid is worth it when you do indeed get true love from the website, but how about those that didn't work out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it will be great if a &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/vs/eharmony"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, on par or beyond other paid dating websites, offering high quality and genuine dating services that is absolutely &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;, no credit card needed at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of people behing &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/vs/eharmony"&gt;JustSayHi&lt;/a&gt; thinks that a &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; good and &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; dating website have to exist and they did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/vs/eharmony"&gt;JustSayHi&lt;/a&gt; is precisely that website. 100% free and truly a dating website where you can have an opportunity to know people and find love, &lt;u&gt;completely free&lt;/u&gt;. Besides, since when human beings have to pay for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;*Sponsored post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-5700715345963063249?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5700715345963063249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5700715345963063249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5700715345963063249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5700715345963063249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-say-hi.html' title='Just Say Hi'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8855606506883926077</id><published>2007-03-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T01:53:41.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendation'/><title type='text'>Cat Whiskers on SALE!</title><content type='html'>And you won't want to miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just sending Grace to her Korean class at SS15 one day as usual and on my way back, I was looking at the shops on my left because traffic was slow. Then, I saw Cat Whiskers boutique, right here in SS15, just few minutes drive away from home. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was frustrated because just days before making this huge discovery, I was actually planning on going to Cat Whiskers in Sri Hartamas because before that, the Sri Hartamas outlet was the only one I knew of. How silly right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apart from being totally hyped out about the discovery, what made it even more ecstatic was the &lt;strong&gt;SALE&lt;/strong&gt; sign pasted on the window panels. &lt;em&gt;*Gasps* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the &lt;strong&gt;SALE&lt;/strong&gt; sign can make any woman go mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; is on sale, a whooping 40% off on tops, bags, accessories, shoes and belts. &lt;em&gt;*faint*&lt;/em&gt; And there's more, bottom i.e. pants or skirts are at a 50% discount! &lt;em&gt;*Double faint*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I bought a white tube long top that I always wanted at a 40% off, a red big buckle belt also at a 40% discount, and finally a very beautiful and special pendant at a 40% off from the original price of RM39.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/CatWhiskerPendant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/CatWhiskerPendantCloseUp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh I love it to bits!! It can basically brighten up a plain outfit or to fill that pretty, empty neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/PendantonHuman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hurry! Go to Cat Whiskers. They always have nice clothes and as they always say, "There's something for everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Sale Assistant at the SS15 outlet, all their other outlets, including the one in Sri Hartamas is also on sale =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping, Ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8855606506883926077?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8855606506883926077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8855606506883926077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8855606506883926077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8855606506883926077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/cat-whiskers-on-sale.html' title='Cat Whiskers on SALE!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-6441562063149670813</id><published>2007-03-24T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:11:35.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Got time? 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Bid and win fantastic prizes!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3365326967296246066</id><published>2007-03-24T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:16:46.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post'/><title type='text'>Busting out with Confidence, Style &amp; Class</title><content type='html'>Average-sized women with larger busts often faced challenges when trying to get clothes that fit. More often than not, they will find clothes that fit the rest of their body but too tight at the bust; while clothing that fits at the bust will fit oddly on the rest of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a personal friend who have a large bust measurement and she is always complaining about the difficulties in getting T-shirts that fits nicely. It is already difficult to get casual T-shirts let alone cocktails dresses for a night out or the fitted blazer for an important presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years, Mandy Farrow, founder and designer of &lt;a href="http://www.erisapparel.com/"&gt;Eris Apparel&lt;/a&gt; had experienced these shopping challenges first hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With an entrepreneurial spirit, and a breast-reduction, Farrow was inspired to start-up a business that would fill this niche in the market - a clothing line that would help bustier-figured women to feel confident, sexy and comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045369780955740834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RgTBFZJbeqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/C9K0MfKQ7I0/s320/Eris+Apparel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now with Eris Apparel, there will be no problem for bustier-figured women to get the perfect outfit for any occassion. They can now bring Eris Apparel's tagline to life - &lt;em&gt;Busting out with Confident, Style &amp; Class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.LoudLaunch.Com"&gt;LoudLaunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Compensating bloggers for their unbiased opinions, reviews, and analysis. &lt;a href="http://www.loudlaunch.com/ViewMicroPressReleaseDirect.aspx?cid=8"&gt;View&lt;/a&gt; the LoudLaunch campaign release this post was based on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="DISPLAY: none; VISIBILITY: hidden"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.loudlaunch.com/track.ashx?PostID=2199" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*Sponsored Post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3365326967296246066?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3365326967296246066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3365326967296246066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3365326967296246066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3365326967296246066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/busting-out-with-confidence-style-class.html' title='Busting out with Confidence, Style &amp; Class'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RgTBFZJbeqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/C9K0MfKQ7I0/s72-c/Eris+Apparel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5781511042913806765</id><published>2007-03-24T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T04:00:03.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Q &amp; A: "Christine, why don't you join modelling?"</title><content type='html'>More often than not people always ask me this when it comes to my height and what I should do about it. I'm 5'10", 177cm to be precise and what the general public perceive is that, "if you're tall, you need to go modelling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asked many times and during the first few times I actually explained why I CAN"T go modelling. But now, whenever friends or strangers ask me that question again, I will just smile and shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, height is not the main factor a person can do modelling and I can tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RgOrY5JbenI/AAAAAAAAABc/J2jodsjfwDg/s1600-h/anitap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045064451730668146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RgOrY5JbenI/AAAAAAAAABc/J2jodsjfwDg/s200/anitap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, I do not have prominent facial features. In layman terms, I'm not pretty enough to be a model. I don't have nose bridge as high as hers, cheekbones as strong as hers, balanced eyes like hers or&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RgQq7JJbeoI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ci94hHw0oeM/s1600-h/000000022636-Ling_Tang-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045204678117915266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RgQq7JJbeoI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ci94hHw0oeM/s200/000000022636-Ling_Tang-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a natural smile like hers.&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:0DuZ98ikDSWPTM:http://allmalaysia.info/archives"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am also not ugly enough to be what the industry call, the unique face. For example, the too oriental look that Ling Tan has that made her shot to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I also do not have a body to do modelling and I have no intention to dramatically lose weight. Recently, I read an &lt;a href="http://www.chinapress.com.my/topic/focus/default.asp?sec=model&amp;art=0117model.txt"&gt;article interview &lt;/a&gt;on Model Management Consultant, Simone Teh on what makes a model. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Article in Mandarin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that article, Simone says that a model do not necessarily need to have a great bust measurement. A minimum requirement of a potential model's bust measurement would be 30 inches. However, waist line has to be 24 inches or lower and the hip at 35 inches or lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, proud to say I have no problem with the bust measure, lol. But anything below that I'm way past the figures. I think I WAS 24 inches waist ages ago and I guess I don't even have to go to my hip measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, body = &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[OUT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real reason behind why I always smile and shake my head to this question, "Christine, why don't you join modelling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a childhood injury that permanently hurt my left ankle leaving a scar and side effects. I cannot walk on heels 3 inches or more, but that height is precisely the minimum requirement of a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for the sake of an outfit or an occassion, I still wear heels but compared to others having a "good hair day"; I have "good ankle day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle function differently everyday. Sometimes when I'm lucky, I get to wear my heels the whole day without feeling any ache or pain. But there are also times that I cannot walk properly and I have to adjust my ankle into a certain angle to minimize the pain which will actually worsen the side effect in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know why I can't be a model. It's not that I don't want or I didn't try. Seriously, which girl do not dream of being a model? To be in the spotlight wearing the prettiest clothes and earning big bucks and flying to countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scouted 3 times and actually went for some interviews with the talent agencies. One turned out to be a scam, or so I thought they were because they required me to purchase make up sets of specific brand such as Bobbi Brown, M.A.C and Shu Uemura which cost a few thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to that, I will not be given a signed contract. Only my profile will be kept with the agency and if advertisers like me, I'll get a job. If not, my profile collects dust that cost me the make-up set expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. The true reason why I cannot go modelling. A pretty long reason isn't it? Imagine the times I actually explained these to people who asked me, "Christine, why don't you join modelling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you can understand why nowadays I choose to smile and shake my head to that question =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-5781511042913806765?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5781511042913806765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5781511042913806765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5781511042913806765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5781511042913806765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/q-christine-why-dont-you-join-modelling.html' title='Q &amp; A: &quot;Christine, why don&apos;t you join modelling?&quot;'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RgOrY5JbenI/AAAAAAAAABc/J2jodsjfwDg/s72-c/anitap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-487713410961020546</id><published>2007-03-23T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:57:31.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freelance Vacancy'/><title type='text'>Freelance Vacancy: Talents needed for TV Commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Information:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV commercial for Saudi Arabia Telecommunication company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country usage: Saudi Arabia only&lt;br /&gt;Commercial usage: One year only&lt;br /&gt;Shooting Dates: 01/04/2006 - 06/04/2006&lt;br /&gt;Location: Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;Payment:&lt;br /&gt;Adult: RM1000 per day&lt;br /&gt;Children: RM800 per day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Requirements:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance: Arabian looking&lt;br /&gt;*You can be of any race as long as you look Arabic. For example: Punjabi, Iranian, Fair Indian, Pan Asian, Italian or Middle Eastern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Talents needed:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 x Male talents (18-55 years old)&lt;br /&gt;5 x Female talents (18-35 years old)&lt;br /&gt;5 x Boy talents (8-12 years old)&lt;br /&gt;1 x Chubby Lady (50-70 years old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Important Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;*Each talent is required only for 1 or 2 days only.&lt;br /&gt;*There is no main talent but featured talents only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested candidates call Mr. Suresh at 017 3955583/012 6660450, Office 03-9101 5001 for immediate casting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-487713410961020546?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/487713410961020546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=487713410961020546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/487713410961020546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/487713410961020546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/freelance-vacancy-talents-needed-for-tv.html' title='Freelance Vacancy: Talents needed for TV Commercials'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7342721427842243098</id><published>2007-03-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:41:22.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freelance Vacancy'/><title type='text'>Freelance Vacancy: Samsung AV Launch 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Information:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Promoters and 4 Usherettes needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 5th April 2007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10am - 10pm. Includes rehearsal, standby, press conferrence and Gala dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Payment:&lt;br /&gt;Promoters - RM 250&lt;br /&gt;Usherettes - RM300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Requirements:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literacy: English speaking&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;Promoters - Minimum 5'5"&lt;br /&gt;Usherettes - Minimum 5'7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interviews will be conducted for the promoters and trainning sessions will be given.&lt;br /&gt;*Interested candidates please send profile to spiralgirls@gmail.com or contact Alex Lye at 016-336-3316.&lt;br /&gt;*Kindly submit your details before Monday, 26th March 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7342721427842243098?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7342721427842243098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7342721427842243098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7342721427842243098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7342721427842243098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/freelance-vacancy-samsung-av-launch.html' title='Freelance Vacancy: Samsung AV Launch 2007'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5334948554031720793</id><published>2007-03-23T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:18:51.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freelance Vacancy'/><title type='text'>Freelance Vacancy: Hair Show Models</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Information:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 female models and 2 male models needed for hairshow in October 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Requirements:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Female models:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Shoulder length hair or longer&lt;br /&gt;Height: Minimum 165cm&lt;br /&gt;Appearance: Pretty looking and slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Male models:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Medium or long hair&lt;br /&gt;Height: Minimum 170cm&lt;br /&gt;Appearance: Good Looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interested candidates kindly send profile to &lt;a href="mailto:liewng1985@yahoo.com"&gt;liewng1985@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please attach photo of latest hairstyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-5334948554031720793?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5334948554031720793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5334948554031720793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5334948554031720793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5334948554031720793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/freelance-vacancy-hair-show-models.html' title='Freelance Vacancy: Hair Show Models'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8590292876626586018</id><published>2007-03-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:12:44.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freelance Vacancy'/><title type='text'>Freelance Vacancy: Maxis Weekend Roadshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Information:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Puchong&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10am - 5pm, with 1 hour break&lt;br /&gt;Job Scope: Postpaid registration&lt;br /&gt;Payment: RM150 + Commission RM15/registration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences in events are an added advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interested candidates, please send your profile to &lt;a href="mailto:kellychong@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;kellychong@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; indicating your name, postal address, age, contact number, weight and height.&lt;br /&gt;*For further information, kindly contact Kelly at 012-9865777&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8590292876626586018?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8590292876626586018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8590292876626586018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8590292876626586018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8590292876626586018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/freelance-vacancy-maxis-weekend.html' title='Freelance Vacancy: Maxis Weekend Roadshow'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4528056286320502983</id><published>2007-03-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:06:24.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freelance Vacancy'/><title type='text'>Freelance Vacancy: Usherette for Corporate Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Information:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: KLCC Convention Centre&lt;br /&gt;Date: 6th April 2007 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5am - 11pm&lt;br /&gt;Standby Time: TBC (To be Confirmed)&lt;br /&gt;Uniform: Evening Dress Provided&lt;br /&gt;Make-up &amp; Hair Do: Provided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Requirement:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: Min 167cm&lt;br /&gt;Literacy: English speaking&lt;br /&gt;Appearance: Presentable&lt;br /&gt;Payment: RM200&lt;br /&gt;Job Scope: Ushering &amp; Registration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kindly send in ur profile by today to &lt;a href="mailto:MARC.eventrecruit@gmail.com"&gt;MARC.eventrecruit@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shortlisted candidates will be called for interview soon.&lt;br /&gt;* For further information, kindly contact Michelle at 012 3318463. NO SMS pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-4528056286320502983?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4528056286320502983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4528056286320502983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4528056286320502983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4528056286320502983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/freelance-vacancy-usherette-for.html' title='Freelance Vacancy: Usherette for Corporate Dinner'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2964069007426217944</id><published>2007-03-17T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:02:54.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manicure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Services'/><title type='text'>Manicure experience at Missy Nails, One Utama</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago, Adrian said I was "addicted" to getting manicures done. I refused to acknowledge that simply because I do not get manicures every other week; only when my nail polish is chipped or my cuticles are in need of some trimmings. Besides, I go manicure only when my wallet can afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going around trying to find one nail shop that is affordable with good services and strategic location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was a salon outside my college which was conveniently near for me. The service was good as the manicurist was quite professional in terms of the whole manicure package. Also, the price was reasonable low at only RM20. Too bad though, the manicurists no longer work there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I tried out The Nail Shop located in First Floor, Cineleisure Damansara. I first had my manicure done with them when they were having their opening promotion, which I &lt;a href="http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/nail-art-promotion-at-cineleisure-curve.html" target="_blank"&gt;blogged&lt;/a&gt; about previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during a random visit to One Utama to catch a movie, I was yearning for a manicure, simply for the comfort and enjoyment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Missy Nails located in First Floor, Oval Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was my choice at that moment as I was already there. Also knowing that the rest of the nails shops available in One Utama are generally located at the Old Wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the price pasted on the glass entrance, manicure - RM35. That's alright. So I went in. Immediately a young chinese girl came to me and I thought, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Not bad, immediate customer service."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked me to choose a nail color from the shelve just right beside the entrance. Yes, the shop is &lt;strong&gt;not spacious&lt;/strong&gt;, in fact it was a little too cramp. At one time, only 2 people can get their manicure done, and 2 people for their pedicure. There wasn't much room to move around and not hitting something with your bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a hard time choosing the colors as they were quite &lt;strong&gt;limited&lt;/strong&gt; to a few range and tone although they are all OPI polish. But, the polishs were&lt;strong&gt; old and almost to finishing&lt;/strong&gt;. I stood there choosing my nail color and the chinese girl I mentioned earlier wasn't helping either. She just stood there and somewhat showing &lt;strong&gt;disapproval and irritation&lt;/strong&gt; as though I was taking too much of her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling awkward, I then asked for her recommendation between 2 colors. She chose a pastel purple color for me. Trusting her professional experience, I gave it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the true horror came. The entire manicure process was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyable at all. In fact, she was causing &lt;strong&gt;slight pain&lt;/strong&gt; to me while she trimmed my cuticles. I did not like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't gentle when she massaged my hand, when she flaked the forelayer of my nails and when she trimmed my cuticles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright that she did not choose to chat with me as a form of customer service &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she was pulling a face all along, as though I interrupted her time for a good rest. And with that, the entire manicure process was done in a complete silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she was even completely done with me, while leaving me to dry my nails under the fan, she went on to do pedicure on another walk-in customer seemingly trying to get as many customers done as possible for the commission she was bound to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For RM35, I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;completely dissatisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the service that I got, not to mention that the nail color recommendation came out awful on me. I vowed to Adrian that I will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; visit that shop again, and I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whenever I want a manicure, I can always &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; the friendly customer service provided by the pretty girls at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Nail Shop, First floor Cineleisure Damansara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For the same price at RM35 per manicure- the process, environment and services was worth the price way much more than Missy Nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2964069007426217944?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2964069007426217944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2964069007426217944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2964069007426217944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2964069007426217944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/manicure-experience-at-missy-nails-one.html' title='Manicure experience at Missy Nails, One Utama'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-511326072720476537</id><published>2007-03-16T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:04:47.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fine Dining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Starhill and Westin</title><content type='html'>Just about 2 months ago, Measat organized an appreciation dinner for those who were part of the team for the launch of Measat-3. Present that night was Paul, En. Ali, Diego and Farah from the Senior Management and Michelle Chang, Michelle Ng, Ni Ni, Shawna, Rose, Devin, Erin and I, a total of 12 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the date, the venue changed time and time again before we finally settled for Gon Bei Restaurant, a very exclusive YTL Japanese Restaurant located on Relish Floor, Starhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dining experience was somewhat a once in a lifetime chance for me since going to Starhill was rare enough, let alone dining there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RfqU5PZV-AI/AAAAAAAAABE/bb9D4oRxAmY/s1600-h/m_pg25bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042506443900975106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RfqU5PZV-AI/AAAAAAAAABE/bb9D4oRxAmY/s400/m_pg25bamboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gonbei, which means "farmer", is truly an authentic Japanese Restaurant, from the design through the concept of food and the ambience. The magnificient entrance to this uniquely Japanese restaurant is created out of interlocking bamboo poles [left].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering, there are three iron pots of rice cooking over the fire, which represent the rice pot you will find in any farmhouse in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was greeted by the sushi, shashimi and teppanyaki display cooking island on the left surrounded by dining tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little details were evident everywhere in the 6,000 square feet Gonbei with custom made furniture, hand-drawn sliding panels, extensive collection of premium-label Sake lined up against the wall for the viewing pleasure of customers, fluency of Japanese from the waitresses and not forgetting the savory taste of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En. Ali who was seated next to me took on the charge of ordering for us. I was in awe when he spoke fluent Japanese to the waitress serving us. Well, I should be surprised as En. Ali was born in Iran after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sushi, shashimi and teppanyaki dishes and followed by individual desserts. The sushi quality was very different from those I have in Genki Sushi or Sushi King, only better. Shashimi was delicious especially the salmon slices. It was so fresh. Well, of course since the ingredients were specially flown in from Japanese fish markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention has to be given to the dessert I have. The super sweet melon that cost a whopping RM25 per slice. I have heard about the Japanese sweet melon since reading about it from blogs and from my brother who tried it in Jogoya, also in Starhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely sweet but not to the extent of causing irritation to the throat. It was served chill and so the sweetness was a tinge of comfortable taste on the tongue. The texture was soft and it was so juicy it fills your mouth when you chew on it. It was yummylicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I had my first taste of Sake in Gonbei which was rather unique. At the first sip, it could taste strong like vodka but slowly it grows on you and you just keep wanting more. Since Sake is served in small little cups, you will keep drinking and before you knew it, you're already feeling a little drowsy. So go slow on Sake, I would advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that, the bill came up to a jaw-dropping RM3000. [plus-minus since it was so long ago, I do not really remember, but it was really expensive]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was not even 10pm. Someone suggested getting a drink downstairs at the concourse of Starhill but later decided on Qba in Westin, in just walking distance from Starhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also my first time in Qba and unlike the similiarly named Qbar in Boulevard Sunway, Qba boost class, elegance and fine ambience, which I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had wine while watching some couples doing Salsa and Cha-Chas on the dancefloor located just opposite the bar with the live band playing for the night. Music was alright and the wine was good accompanied by some nice people, it was enjoyable. Besides, I got to see En. Ali dance since his moves was the constant praise of some people at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What added to the fun of the night was how En. Ali kept checking his calories counter that was clasped onto his belt. While still grooving near the bar, he would checked his counter and say, "100 more to go" and then continue dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another I like about Qba was the toilet! Though there were only 2 cubicles available, the water tap in the middle was awesome. I have to step onto a button on the floor to have water flowing out from one single tap to wash my hand. Besides, the huge mirror in the toilet served the purpose of ladies having to "touch-up" their makeup and lipsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only pictures from that night, taken in Qba's washroom. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/LadiesQba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[L-R: Ni Ni, Michelle Chang, Shawna, Michelle Ng, Myself &amp; Erin. Rose was the photographer]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/QbaWestin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[L-R: Ni Ni, Michelle Ng, Rose &amp;amp; Shawna]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Shawna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Myself &amp;amp; Shawna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On a completely irrelevant note,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Cnyd3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chinese New Year, Day 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Vain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 days ago, Wednesday 14 March 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ya. I just need a platform to post my vain photos. Just in case there's someone out there who secretly admires me =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-511326072720476537?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/511326072720476537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=511326072720476537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/511326072720476537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/511326072720476537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/03/starhill-and-westin.html' title='Starhill and Westin'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RfqU5PZV-AI/AAAAAAAAABE/bb9D4oRxAmY/s72-c/m_pg25bamboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8758794184794525561</id><published>2007-02-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:06:08.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONG HEI FATT CHOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to yall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8758794184794525561?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8758794184794525561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8758794184794525561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8758794184794525561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8758794184794525561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-hei-fatt-choy-happy-chinese-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8036118682566619421</id><published>2007-02-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:06:51.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Is it customary for couples to celebrate Valentine's Day the commercial way? Like going out for some fancy dinner, flowers, chocolates and whatnot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt; just asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Aren't you going out tonight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"No, why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You're not celebrating Valentine's Day?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"What's there to celebrate?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You mean you broke up?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"NO! It's just we're not celebrating it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good few minutes later, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You're really not celebrating?",&lt;/span&gt; she asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; in Sunway Pyramid just now looking for present for a BBQ Birthday Party tomorrow and all I saw was couples walking hand-in-hand with no apparent reason. They were just window-shopping but with no intention to purchase anything some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking alone I saw a familiar face, a high school classmate some long time ago.. I went up to him and said, "Hi". He then introduced his girlfriend to me and we had a little small chat before we went seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw he had this look on his face, a puzzled look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why am I walking in a shopping mall, alone, on Valentine's Day?",&lt;/em&gt; he must have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, he smartly avoided the normal question people would have asked on a normal day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What are you doing here?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, as I happily walked around the shopping mall looking for a suitable present, I got weird stares from people, especially the couples. This time I can be sure that they did not stare at me for my height..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What! Is it a social crime to walk in a shopping mall on Valentine's Day, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALONE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingLove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =) Our second one together and many more to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for so many things and I sure do love you for celebrating Valentine's Day with me the uncommercial way - having a haircut together! &lt;em&gt;*hehe*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Hmm, our first one was uncommercial too! I didn't receive flowers.. Because, we were selling them. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Muakx*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8036118682566619421?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8036118682566619421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8036118682566619421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8036118682566619421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8036118682566619421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1510925615602291845</id><published>2007-02-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:08:43.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>How do you live your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I live my life for myself; you live yours for your daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Evelyn Wright to Flor from the movie Spanglish-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you live your life? Is it for yourself or for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how I used to often blogged, ranted and complained about how things were running in my family. I used to rage so much on it that I was hardly looking at the better things that were going on. I had so much anger in me that everything seems bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped blogging about these issues anymore. I'm not sure how many noticed but I'm glad I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was complaining about how life was treating me unfair, people tell me I should rebel and live a life that is my own. Not for my sisters, my mother or my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times advices were given but I never took any action. The situation prolonged and all I did was complained and complained and complained as if there was nothing else I could do. Soon enough, people do not advice me anymore because they know nothing is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are right. Nothing is going to change. As much as I want to live the life the way I want it, I know I will never have it. At least for the time being; but I sure hope for for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live (lived) my life for my family no matter how much my mom or my siblings deny or refuse to acknowledge. Many things that I did, and did not do was for my family. So many things that I wanted and could have had did not come true, because of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I am not pointing fingers, I am not complaining nor am I blaming. I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live (lived) my life for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, soon enough, things will change. Yes it will. But for now, I can only believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you live your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1510925615602291845?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1510925615602291845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1510925615602291845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1510925615602291845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1510925615602291845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-do-you-live-your-life.html' title='How do you live your life?'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3288712207410053673</id><published>2007-02-07T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:09:39.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendation'/><title type='text'>Hearts 'N Lightbulbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mangosteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028802644436178418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RcnlXIMp1fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OG35yIjHErA/s400/poster_finally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come join the crowd, for the Valentine's love or for charity&lt;br /&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;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt; Hartamas Square Food Court, Sri Hartamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date :&lt;/strong&gt; 11th February 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time :&lt;/strong&gt; 8PM onwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bands for the night :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saer Ze, Estrella, Yuri Wong, Jerral Khor and Zalila Lee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soft Touch, Izzi and The ROJAK Band - Diplomats of Drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Roses for sale and goodie bags to be won! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Highlight of the event, my classmate/friend/ex Measat colleague - Erin is the emcee for the night. Look out for her!&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/14179178-3288712207410053673?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3288712207410053673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3288712207410053673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3288712207410053673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3288712207410053673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-heart-mangosteen-do-you-come-join.html' title='Hearts &apos;N Lightbulbs'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1iHcQ-CFdZs/RcnlXIMp1fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OG35yIjHErA/s72-c/poster_finally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-8744412184125235219</id><published>2007-02-01T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:11:07.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Expired: 12-12-2006</title><content type='html'>A truckload of photos that are too long-overdue, dated back to my internship with Measat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the launch of Measat-3 Satellite, we (Shawna, Rose, Michelles', NiNi, Erin and I) worked our beautiful asses off to prepare for the 2 events, i.e. The actual launch in Baikonur, Kazakhstan and the live telecast here in KLCC Convention Centre, KLCCCC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shawna and I were busy working on the KL Event guests list, the number started with 500 guests and slowly worked its way to double the number and later quadrupled the number. Till event date, the invited guests list marked at a whooping 2000 pax with confirmation of attendance still coming in in all ways on the morning of launch date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As door gifts will be given to all guests attending, the ladies will have to prepare 2000+ gift bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/LadiesAtWork.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We started working on Saturday morning, each busy preparing other stuffs. Until later the afternoon, we started working on the gift bags. We worked from Saturday morning 10am until Sunday morning 4am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/TheOffice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Michelle &amp; I. This is only the beginning of the gift bags preparation process. We started by opening up all the paper bags and lined it along every possible space in the office. By the end of the morning, paper bags were everywhere. It was like a sea of paper bags, literally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/Shawna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shawna who sat diagonally right across me. Working in Measat is only fun because of her and of course the photographer of this photo, Rose. Shawna, Rose, Erin and I always do lunch together and lunch is fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/NiNi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ni Ni so sweet and so helpful. Always carrying a smile on her and almost said yes to every question I asked and every help I needed. Even when she's busy, she will look at you, smile and tell you, "Ok ok, wait ah..." but most of the time I don't need to wait at all. An angel.&lt;/p&gt;The girls I worked with at Measat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/Sheraton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;[L-R: Shawna, Erin, Myself and Rose] This photo was taken after the prize giving ceremony and press conference of the Measat-3 Drawing Competition at Sheraton Imperial Hotel. Lunch was served and these breadsticks were so yummy, I took all of it with me. After some hard work, fooling around is almost a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, after much harder work, fooling around is not enough anymore. What we need is a PARTY. After the launch of the satellite, Tanjong Social Club so timely organized a dinner themed Party in Red. The best dressed table wins cash! So the girls decided to go along the theme and wore red. We didn't win; but we had so much fun! Of course, good food and great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, most of the people left. The only crazy ones who stayed was Measats'. We danced, drank and laughed like it was our own party. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/MichelleAudrey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/Measatspeeps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/shawnamaharose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/LoudCrazyShy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/SantaCorpComms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/HeShe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/Ladiessosweet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/shawnaRose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's after a party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER PARTY!... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/zouk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-8744412184125235219?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/8744412184125235219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=8744412184125235219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8744412184125235219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/8744412184125235219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/02/expired-12-12-2006.html' title='Expired: 12-12-2006'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat/th_LadiesAtWork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7330212742437351773</id><published>2007-01-31T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:11:45.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>She says, 'I'm alive!'</title><content type='html'>That is absolutely correct. I am very well alive and kicking! I am also having a new hairstyle and a new weigh scale reading. Hoo-Ray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally able to get myself to spend time in front of the PC and edited the bunch of long-overdue photos. Will update more tomorrow since it's a public holiday and the boyboy is not meeting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you all have not noticed, the Victoria Beckham hairstyle has caused a stir in the hairstyling industry and she has yet again set another fashion trend. Many people are spotted with the hairstyle where it is cropped shorter at the back with the fringe at a longer length slanted at the side profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved the hairstyle the moment I saw it on an ordinary human; Victoria Beckham being a celebrity and a plastic, she can practically look good in everything. Knowing the fact that the hairstyle can too look good on us human, I set my mind to have it since I totally lost it with the previous one, yes, the perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perm which I gave up just few weeks down the road. I was too lazy to style it, too lazy to blow dry it, too lazy to scrunch it all day long all the time and I was too lazy to just do anything with it, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair turned all frizzy as I combed through the curls, which I shouldn't have. In the end, I had to tie my hair into a high-stylish-bun (stylish- just for the sake of making myself feel better). So basically I went back to the same 'ol hairstyle I carried for months before the perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid move right? Pay to get my hair permed and ruined for that matter, only to go back to the same hairstyle, only worse. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, no worries. No worries at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the almighty rebonding technology, I now present to you the, I quote, "Younger looking", "Better looking" and "Fresher" Christine with the improved, similar but different Victoria Beckham inspired hairstyle. And, what better to match the hairstyle with yet another Victoria Beckham inspired sunglasses from Forever21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Forever21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;P/S: I don't worship Victoria Beckham. Maybe David, maybe...........NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7330212742437351773?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7330212742437351773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7330212742437351773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7330212742437351773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7330212742437351773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-says-im-alive.html' title='She says, &apos;I&apos;m alive!&apos;'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-9063573575887772010</id><published>2007-01-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:12:38.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You thought... Oh Really?</title><content type='html'>You know the "Wife" in the movie "Shall We Dance", she once said she wants to witness her husband's life and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange when sometimes you think you too, are doing the same thing - witnessing someone else's life. You thought all the while you were doing quite well only until one day it strike you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you were the witness, but in fact,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are only the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It striked you so hard when you realized your presence do not mean anything anymore. Whether or not you are there do not make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though many promises were made, many words were said, many things were done but you are just there to watch, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are still so much into believing that you are witnessing his/her life, people tell you it's not worth all the things you've done/are doing for what you get in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's not right to expect something in return when giving; but one can only give so much before the act of giving starts draining the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much ignorance, so much cold-shoulders and so much brush-offs before it really turns the person away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She walks away, not because she doesn't want to be the witness anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that he/she gives up trying to be someone he/she was not suppose to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-9063573575887772010?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/9063573575887772010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=9063573575887772010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/9063573575887772010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/9063573575887772010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-thought-oh-really.html' title='You thought... Oh Really?'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7686984463335311090</id><published>2006-12-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:14:05.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manicure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all!</title><content type='html'>I hope all of you all had a great Christmas wherever you were and whatever you did =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mine was sweet and nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internship ended 22nd December and I still woke up to the alarm at 7:15am. Turning to the side of my bed, switched off the alarm and went back to sleep. I missed sleeping till late morning when I was working but now I miss working when I'm scratching my head thinking what to do to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/Measat_Liftoff_Launch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The rocket blasted off to air as planned and the necessary separation stages went as predicted. The girls who worked for months finally get some well deserved sleep and of course some much needed partying. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;*Pictures later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; All of us had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pampered nicely from my dearest Darling for Christmas and my 21st Birthday. He said yes to everything I wanted to do, sometimes even offered and suggested some. We didn't go for the all fancy, 10,000 dollars worth of celebration. We opted for something nice and quiet, just the two of us; which ultimately mattered the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time strolling in The Curve at my favourite Flea Market &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;*He doesn't like it that much because I always go there and he claims things are all the same and I don't really buy them anyway. Why spend time looking?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me Coke for our movie because I insisted even though I suffered the worst period cramp just earlier in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded in approval to my wanting for a manicure and willingly paid for it. He sat next to me, tilted his head upwards to watch Click playing on the TV and had a neck cramp later while I nicely enjoyed my time choosing which color for application and of course the final outcome of the manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/xmasmanicure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to TGI Friday for dinner and enjoyed some quiet cozy moment talking to each other until his two colleagues popped up. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Evil stares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But it was all fine. He had fun talking to his colleagues as I hear him laughing and joking while I nicely looked at the bartenders preparing drinks and also a group of 3 sitting opposite me having fun playing 0, 5, 10 or whatever name the game is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes to midnight, we walked towards the fountain between The Curve and Cineleisure waiting for the fireworks display as announced on the radio. It was extremely crowded and people were already spraying party foams at one another. Wanting to avoid being sprayed, we walked to the bridge outside The Sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After patiently waiting for a while, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; checked his watch - it was already 1 minute passed midnight. No countdown, no fireworks. We were conned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we heard some countdown. It was from the crowd. They shouted their own series of countdown, cheered and started madly spraying the foams again. More crowds cheered. A few other series of countdown followed and then people realized that's the end of it and slowly left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nicely dressed up in dresses, boots and santa hats, I bet they left in disappointment. The crowd was huge and I wonder what got them all to The Curve in the first place had they knew there won't be any fireworks display. They all got conned perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got for Christmas? A band that symbolizes an exchange of love, passion, honesty, truth, understanding and a life-time promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7686984463335311090?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7686984463335311090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7686984463335311090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7686984463335311090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7686984463335311090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-6458603751927485705</id><published>2006-12-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:14:54.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occassion'/><title type='text'>The pool is too attractive</title><content type='html'>I'm sure some of you may be saying, "Oh there goes another one into the blog-earning pool.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking, why not? I've been reading Cely's blog and I got really interested. Blogging, to me has always been a free-time-only-do kinda thing but now if only I get paid to blog, I'm pretty sure I'll get motivated even more. Besides, the extra money could really do me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I understand I haven't been updating. A quick post declaring that I am all fine and well. The internship with Measat is coming to an end with tomorrow being my last day. I have had a great deal of fun working with people in Measat and also the partying and drinking sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Measat are exceptionally lovely. They are a bunch of really cool and hip people, I'm sure I'll miss them heaps after I leave the company. I have a lot of pictures to edit before I can start blogging on it so hang in there and don't give up on me yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just a few days away, I hope yall had the Christmas tree up already with lotsa pressies underneath. The Christmas tree at home is kinda sad because the pressies under it were only those from me. With that, it means I'm the only one giving pressies, but I want to receive them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a dress from The Curve last weekend prepared to wear it on Christmas eve for the celebration =) I'm turning a legally 21 yall! Let me hear some cheers... hee haw! But it'll be a lonely Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"21st birthday, so what?", was the answer I got from my mother asking her if I'll be having some big party. Oh well... I guess I'll have a small one myself some time later after Christmas since most people are out and about partying during that day. No time for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have to set it straight right now. If you do not get an invitation, it's not because you're not a friend or because I do not remember you. It's just simply because I do not have so much money to get everyone. Sorry first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-6458603751927485705?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/6458603751927485705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=6458603751927485705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6458603751927485705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6458603751927485705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/12/pool-is-too-attractive.html' title='The pool is too attractive'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1222457959269406038</id><published>2006-12-21T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:15:51.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Money Online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendation'/><title type='text'>Earn money typing away</title><content type='html'>Blogging is no longer as simple as just keeping a journal. Now with &lt;a href="http://www.blogsvertise.com"&gt;Blogsvertise&lt;/a&gt;, you can keep a blog while getting paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read so many stories about people getting paid to blog and I was curious. Upon surfing through Blogsvertise, I felt I have to give it a try. Besides, it is just so simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 easy steps and that is all it takes to start you off to some fast side income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, register yourself through &lt;a href="http://www.blogsvertise.com"&gt;Blogsvertise website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, prepare yourself with a PayPal account where task allowance or payment will be made.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, let your brain juice do the working and fingers typing away. Before you realise it, you could be buying your favourite red dress for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested as I am? Do not hesitate as I did for you will not want to miss out such great deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1222457959269406038?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1222457959269406038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1222457959269406038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1222457959269406038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1222457959269406038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/12/earn-money-typing-away.html' title='Earn money typing away'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-726620397625153699</id><published>2006-11-24T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:16:35.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Depressing</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry! Please don't complain why I haven't been blogging for the past 23 days because I am complaining to myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too busy! I'm so busy, I do not even have time for proper dinner and sleep, let alone blogging. Besides, my life for the past 23 days has been all about work-work-work and more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I cannot blog about work. Damn depressing.. So many interesting stuffs but nowhere to let out. In the end, it was only going into DarlingAd's ears. Most of my previous posts were about work so I'll probably delete them after I post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 2 things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I know how it feels like to be in front of a rolling camera. Some of us were used as pelakon sampingan in some work related video shoot and it was so fun! HAHA. So fun to act and pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DarlingAd is preparing a list of gifts to give me on my 21st birthday this coming Christmas and he has quietly took notes on things that I liked whenever we go around shopping malls. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Christmas so I can see what are the gifts I'll be getting! Hehe. Besides, everywhere is putting up Christmas decorations already and I'm really feeling it. I especially like the deco in The Curve when DarlingAd and I were there on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that Saturday too we passed by a restaurant/pub where one of the Maybelline Dream Team event was held. After witnessing the event, I kind of felt disappointed all over again, but at the same time I felt relieved because I know I couldn't really fit into the event. Perhaps that was why I wasn't chosen during the selection session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finalists were all very young and youthful; not that I'm not young and all, it's just that they feel REALLY YOUNG to me. They do things that normally I will have goosebumps all over just by watching it, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York. The winner gets to go to New York! They will be organizing it again next year, should I try my luck again or give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to post on blogger was difficult the past few days. I really need to take some time off to start learning wordpress and get it done and over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-726620397625153699?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/726620397625153699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=726620397625153699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/726620397625153699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/726620397625153699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/11/depressing.html' title='Depressing'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-1608461869902133624</id><published>2006-10-21T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:17:48.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommendation'/><title type='text'>God sent an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bianca_Ryan" target="_blank"&gt;Bianca Ryan&lt;/a&gt;, winner of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s debut season, &lt;strong&gt;America's Got Talent&lt;/strong&gt; is an Angel. She sings like she has been doing it forever. For an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; year old girl, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SHE IS BEYOND AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get goosebumps and chill down your spine while listening to a song, that singer is a hell of a good singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bianca Ryan&lt;/strong&gt; does that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bianca Ryan&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;America's Got Talent&lt;/strong&gt; audition, doing Jennifer Holliday's &lt;em&gt;"And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioFOw28HwbE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioFOw28HwbE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can easily top any one of those contestants in American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-final performance. Janis Joplin's rock classic &lt;em&gt;“Piece of My Heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wECEJ0ZXwBM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wECEJ0ZXwBM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At the finale. Dreamgirls and the Holliday number &lt;em&gt;"I Am Changing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FrQVEYCYsAM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FrQVEYCYsAM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With that talent at such tender age, she is born to be a star. She has recently signed a &lt;strong&gt;five-record deal&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;SYCOmusic&lt;/strong&gt; on September 18, 2006. Her first album - featuring cover version of &lt;em&gt;"The Rose"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"I believe I can fly"&lt;/em&gt; and original songs like &lt;em&gt;"Pray for a Better Day"&lt;/em&gt; is set for release on November 14, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Ryan performing "The Impossible Dream". &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Grainy and soft..blow up that speaker*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVr5lI-nXRQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVr5lI-nXRQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biancaryan.com/main.htm"&gt;Bianca Ryan's official website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm buying that CD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-1608461869902133624?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/1608461869902133624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=1608461869902133624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1608461869902133624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/1608461869902133624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-sent-angel.html' title='God sent an Angel'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-4768299359208042893</id><published>2006-10-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:06:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;* Bloody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and useless post. If you've had enough of me and my family shits, you can skip this. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SO PISSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting my internship tomorrow and I'm nervous. I don't know what to bring for the first day, I don't know what to wear, I don't know if I should tie my hair or let the &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; hair flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after shower I went to mom's room to ask her for money to pump petrol. That 9 year old &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;smart aleck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have to say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Use your own money to pump, pump 10 bucks enough already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I never pump petrol using my own money. But I have already spent about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RM700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for petrol for the past couple of months, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my own RM700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrol that I use to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;send myself to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;send the mother's second daughter to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fetch the mother's youngest daughter from school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't use my car to go anywhere else. Not to shopping malls, not to go date with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to tell her my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;monthly allowance of RM200 is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? RM200 is not enough after I have to cover my own &lt;strong&gt;phone expenses, food, toll, parking fees, basic necessities i.e. shampoo, shower foam, contact lens, contact lens solution, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BRAS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SANITARY PADS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Any &lt;strong&gt;extra entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;, if any, &lt;strong&gt;books or magazine&lt;/strong&gt; and every other &lt;strong&gt;damn thing&lt;/strong&gt; falls under this &lt;em&gt;HUGE SUM&lt;/em&gt; of RM200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. This RM200 also include those meals whenever my grandmother &lt;strong&gt;decided not to cook&lt;/strong&gt; because the mother is not coming home for dinner or just whenever the grandmother &lt;strong&gt;doesn't feel like cooking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to ask her for money for petrol, either because I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; broke or I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; broke, she could only do 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she would nag or scold me before she gives me RM50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she would nag or scold me and not give me anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And yes, I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; broke this month. Because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;em&gt;BIG ASS&lt;/em&gt; monthly allowance gone to that &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; license. Ya, it covers &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I asked her just now, she did the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I worked part time, I should have money for petrol. Yes I worked part time but I also used a lot of those money for petrol already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the future &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;expenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that will occur during work in Cyberjaya later. I'm also &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;considering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the total &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; amount that I have to pay to go work everyday. I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALSO thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the fact that I may need to work till late night and that I need to cover my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;own dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;URGH fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say, I worked part time and I used the money for petrol which I DID. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whenever I needed money to do something, like school work or to buy that extra skirt, she will start questioning me where my money has gone to and why I never save those money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TO WHERE? TO THE FUCKING PETROL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been talking to me recently. Not when I asked her the direction for JPJ branch, not when I asked her if she had dinner when she's home, not when I want to have a casual conversation with her, not when I TALK TO HER IN HER FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that's what she does. She doesn't talk to me casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only speaks to me when she had to call me to say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Christine, I'll be back home late. My friend just called to ask me go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yamcha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I will be a little late because we are heading down to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You may have to wait for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;only speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me when she is not coming home for dinner and she needed me to tell grandma, because grandma doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;only speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me when she needed me to attend that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;INSURANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;only speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me when she needed my help. That's my *&lt;strong&gt;OWN*&lt;/strong&gt; mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I have the right to be pissed, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me God will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;send money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me when I dream about it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me I will have a packet of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONEY TREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seeds beside my pillow tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me I will get to see my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;petrol meter indicating "F"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow when I start the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MONEY do fall from the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MONEY do grow on trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me I won't have to worry about my next possible lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When every of those above realized, PLEASE tell me to stop dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jerry Maguire : SHOW ME THE MONEY !!!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-4768299359208042893?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/4768299359208042893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=4768299359208042893&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4768299359208042893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/4768299359208042893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5300441690089242359</id><published>2006-10-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:05:27.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I first got together on the 29th August 2006 but our first appearance together in public was for Merdeka Eve celebration. That's why we celebrated our anniversary on 31st August 2006, recent Merdeka Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather simple celebration as we chose to spend a day by ourselves. We had fun shopping, looking at stuffs and had ourselves a nice Japanese buffet to finish the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down to &lt;strong&gt;KLCC&lt;/strong&gt; because that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;silly boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to look for a new bag, suitable enough to carry around during work. He bought one from his previous company but later complained it does not match his usual dressing style, which is rather young and smart casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he didn't buy any bag but bought himself a pair of corduroys that he has been wanting for a very long time. We were briefly looking through stuffs when I found the trouser laying around a bunch of many more trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking on the size and it was the right size, the right color, plus the price was an absolute bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urged him to try it on and it fitted well. It was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;must-buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/thumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And of course, when a girl has a whole fitting room equipped with a full length mirror, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;all to herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's camwhore time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/IMG_4741a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*No, I wasn't wearing a skirt..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already feeling very hungry and I couldn't wait till buffet so I begged &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to some light meal. At first I was craving for the Spicy Beef Foldover from &lt;strong&gt;McDonald's&lt;/strong&gt;, but I got more attracted to the &lt;strong&gt;Sushi King&lt;/strong&gt; next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/sushiking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Half way through eating at &lt;strong&gt;Sushi King&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exclaimed, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Aiyah! Later going for Japanese buffet and now we're eating at Sushi King.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 6:30pm, we arrived at &lt;strong&gt;UOA&lt;/strong&gt; building and boy! the parking area stinked of cat's piss! It was a public holiday and since no one is working there, they switched off most of the lights at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have gotten lost if it wasn't for the guard at the lobby. We asked for directions to &lt;strong&gt;Saisaki&lt;/strong&gt; and the guard showed us the way, adding on to say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I don't think they're open today.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was sure because he made reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, the restaurant is not exactly located at the most strategic and obvious place. We walked through some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;spooky corridors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; only to breath a sigh of relief to see the traditional Japanese curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/spookycorridor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/saisaki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had to wait for quite a while before the door was open for the dinner buffet session and we were greeted warmly by the waiters and waitresses. They led us to our table, which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; specifically requested for a window view table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/interior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/thecute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/me1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The lines of buffet were fabulous! There were so many choices, we had a hard time deciding where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/delicious.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We were also given a complementary dish consisting of these,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/deceiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*Ya, I know the grilled cheese looks mouth-watering but, lets just say I was very disappointed with this particular one*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to snap pictures for all the dishes both &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I had but the waiter came by the table right after I took this one, which was all sweetness combined. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/sweetness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;..... So, I didn't take any more photos of the food. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had migraine after eating some oysters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/flashoverdosed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It kind of got worse and he sort of lost his appetite on the food. Anyhow, we almost filled our stomachs right till our neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept going back for more of the mixed fruit cocktails because it was too yummy-licious! I guess I was more filled with those than any other dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience in &lt;strong&gt;Saisaki&lt;/strong&gt; was much better compared to &lt;strong&gt;Shogun&lt;/strong&gt; in One Utama. Though I was told by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chingling,net/blog"&gt;cely&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that they were both owned under the same company but given choice, I would still go back for &lt;strong&gt;Saisaki&lt;/strong&gt;, for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;delicous food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mixed fruit cocktails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One downside though, they had a lot of grilled stuffs, which were delicious.. But that also made me smell like I just came out of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;chimney smelling all smokey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..Heck it looked smokey &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the restaurant too! If you mind that, perhaps &lt;strong&gt;Shogun&lt;/strong&gt; is your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*** Some pictures to finish off the post, hehe ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/hisher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;* While we were waiting for Saisaki to open *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/thereflection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;* In the lift heading to the carpark *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-5300441690089242359?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5300441690089242359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5300441690089242359&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5300441690089242359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5300441690089242359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/anniversary-celebration.html' title='Anniversary Celebration'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2847786617739999358</id><published>2006-10-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:42:54.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Art promotion at Cineleisure, The Curve.</title><content type='html'>Like Cely was asking, how much I did my nails for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it very cheap only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/nails.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from my second visit. My first visit's nail art looked better but I didn't take any picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this all with a purchase of RM5 for the flower bits sticker you saw in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shop is having a promotion for the upcoming Halloween Glitz, together with The Grudge2 for Cineleisure. Apart from that, it's also their grand opening recently. Their boutique is located at First Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for this promotion, their booth is at the concourse area, right opposite Nike shop. You won't missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their promotion is with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; purchase, you get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; manicure/nail art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their products ranged from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM5 (Nail art stickers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM39 (Nail Polish).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy the stickers (like I did last week), they'll paint a base color and help you stick on as well. Since it's for Halloween, the colors are slightly limited for this promotion. You can choose &lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; base colors from the chosen Halloween colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very friendly manicurist and pretty too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week is their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of promotion. Go try it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best time to go is after 3pm. I tried heading there earlier last weekend but they weren't ready yet so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I ended up spending a few more bucks at Genki Sushi. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2847786617739999358?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2847786617739999358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2847786617739999358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2847786617739999358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2847786617739999358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/nail-art-promotion-at-cineleisure-curve.html' title='Nail Art promotion at Cineleisure, The Curve.'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7684299001645121828</id><published>2006-10-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:29:57.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned in this &lt;a href="http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-got-rid-of-p.html" target="_blank"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I lost my P license after the probational period has ended. Having to drive around town without a license for a month and gotten sick of worrying about road blocks especially during the Ramadhan month, I finally dragged my heavy arse to the photo centre to prepare the license sized picture and drove to JPJ this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually planned to go on last Monday but the lazy bug bugged me so I stayed home instead, thinking that Tuesday should do. Before I knew it, I woke up on Tuesday morning and it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check through the JPJ portal to know that there is a branch in PJ where I can get it done. The address said it's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cawangan Kecil JPJ&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Sultan,&lt;br /&gt;44*** Petaling Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the fuck&lt;/em&gt; is Jalan Sultan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ignored me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I asked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I asked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reons.blogspot.com"&gt;ReonDaMan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;he asked me which sultan's?? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ReonDaMan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did search for me and told me it's somewhere near A&amp;W drive-thru. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Which One??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I had to call and ask. The kind lady said it's somewhere near the &lt;strong&gt;Jabatan Pendaftaran Negeri&lt;/strong&gt; along the &lt;strong&gt;Jabatan Kimia&lt;/strong&gt;, at PJ State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; *LOST*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, after having to parked &lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jabatan Pendaftaran Negeri&lt;/strong&gt;, walked through the drizzling rain only to know it's not there, it's somewhere &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BEHIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove out, went down the junction and HA! I found it. It's right at the end of road; which is very very difficult to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down and saw a sign with an arrow: &lt;strong&gt;Jabatan Perlesenan&lt;/strong&gt;. So I went in and waited for the staffs to come back at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30minutes later, one Malay lady finally came back. I asked if this is where I change my P license to the full license. She said, &lt;strong&gt;NEXT DOOR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;WHY! W-H-A-T.. WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out again to the next door and took my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number &lt;strong&gt;1704&lt;/strong&gt;. Currently serving customer number &lt;strong&gt;1655&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O.o!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought I wanted to cheat the penalty charge of RM20 for losing the license by saying that I didn't bring the license with me since it expired a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The malay guy at the counter said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Cannot. If you don't bring your license, you cannot change. If not, you can declare lost and pay the penalty and I'll get it done for you now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having to wait for 45 minutes and in actual fact losing my license, I had to pay a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RM50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for my new full license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guy still gave me a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;salinan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Copy) of my P license, without a picture. Since I won't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;confirmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm a full licensed driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of getting my license done today is because I need to go down &lt;strong&gt;Cyberjaya&lt;/strong&gt;, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time to get my confirmation letter for the internship placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After signing the letters, I asked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Angeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the HR assistant manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"So, I'm required to be in the office by 9am, is that right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Yes, our working hours is from 9am-6pm. Weekends, generally we don't work. But I do foresee you working&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;longer hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9am-9pm, or 9am-10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Closer to the event date, perhaps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;later than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O.o!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after I left Measat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"See! Told you to work with your lecturer but you don't want to listen. Now they pay you RM500 flat flat per month and use you &lt;strong&gt;*kau kau*&lt;/strong&gt; la.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Confirmed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bloody cheap labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my nails done at &lt;strong&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/strong&gt;, the Curve last weekend. Today I noticed part of the nail polish came off at the corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shower just now, I filled the corners and coated with another layer of topcoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks as brand new as last week. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Genius*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manicurist told me my cuticles are very dry and I should apply cuticle oil. I told her I was lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After repairing my nail polish just now, I noticed how seriously dry my cuticles are and I applied some oil on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my &lt;strong&gt;HAIR cuticle coat&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAH! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Double Genius*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing my nails last weekend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was waiting and I was trying my best to convinced him to do something too! Just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refused at first and later I talked him into buffing his nails. He was totally amazed by the end results. I was too actually. It was &lt;strong&gt;SO &lt;/strong&gt;shiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the itch hit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and finally I convinced him to paint his thumbs black. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he saw me doing the nail art and he wants it too! So the manicurist drew a cross on both his thumbs in white and coat it with some gold glitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He absolutely &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; it. I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; it too! It looked very punkish-rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even his mom said it's nice but scolded him nonetheless, saying boys shouldn't do that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sms-ed him asking how his colleagues reacted to the nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Colleagues said it's nice. So bring whatever necessary to repair it next week ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to keep it. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Confirmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that's my sweetheart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7684299001645121828?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7684299001645121828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7684299001645121828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7684299001645121828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7684299001645121828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/confirmed.html' title='Confirmed'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-851377858781110864</id><published>2006-10-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:25:20.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had Swan for primary school</title><content type='html'>The whole family were out to have dinner at the &lt;strong&gt;Zen&lt;/strong&gt; Japanese restaurant in Sunway Pyramid just now. After the very filling meal, we were asked to go into the complex because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to visit Tropicana Life, Wild Channel and Billabong boutiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asked me while we were in the car, on our way to dinner and I was surprised at how she knew about these brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all went to the floor where all these brands are located and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said she wants to buy a new bag. I brought her into Tropicana Life at first and she spent some time looking around and later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Da Jie, where is Billabong?",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Pyramid has any Billabong boutique but Grace said the brand is available in Extreme, which is conveniently next to Tropicana Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had a variety of choices to choose for her school bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially she wanted a sling bag but after much persuasion, she settled for the normal back-pack school bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood there at the aisle looking at all the bags hanging on hooks on the wall. She had a hard time choosing because the designs were nice and colors were pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She liked the light blue but later settled for the dark purple because she worried that the light blue one will get dirty very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure on the cashier came up to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RM164.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a school bag, for a soon-to-be Standard Four girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how little kids like her is as brand conscious as we adults are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billabong Australia bag that is priced at RM164 is seriously very expensive for a school kid. Besides, most of the time the bag will rest on the chair where she'll probably accidentally sit on the bag as well. If not, it'll be on the floor next to her table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I had Swans for primary school and frankly, Swan was considered the "Branded" in those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not Swan, some of my classmates had Disney character printed on their bags and we would stare enviously. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White for the girls and Batman, Superman for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never buy our school bags in air-conditioned shopping complexes; we bought them from shop lots located next to some kopi-tiam that serves nice, warm, crunchy toasts and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM164 would even get 3 school bags for me that will last throughout my primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel old and outdated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-851377858781110864?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/851377858781110864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=851377858781110864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/851377858781110864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/851377858781110864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-swan-for-primary-school.html' title='I had Swan for primary school'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-3605516054592676271</id><published>2006-10-05T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:08:47.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Got. The. Job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I Got The Job.I Got The Job.I Got The Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La-la-la-la-la-la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Got The job.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I. Got. The. Job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-3605516054592676271?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/3605516054592676271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=3605516054592676271&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3605516054592676271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/3605516054592676271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-job.html' title='I. Got. The. Job.'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2712177738009538553</id><published>2006-10-04T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:12:33.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CEO of Measat Satellite is going to call me on my mobile!</title><content type='html'>Woot! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's right. CEO of Measat Satellite, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mr. Paul Brown-Kenyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is going to call me at my mobile later at 2:20pm for a tele-interview as a follow up from yesterday's interview with the HR department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I got a call from my Uni's internship department informing me that I was offered an interview with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Measat Satellite&lt;/span&gt; for my internship that'll run through the months of Nov and Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went online to check what the internship at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Measat&lt;/span&gt; is all about. That's when I realize they're about to launch a new satellite called Measat-3 in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kazakhstan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O.o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is required of me is to assist &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MEASAT&lt;/span&gt; Marketing Communications department in the series of events prior to the launch; of which you may have heard on radio or seen on Astro of the Launch Competition inviting students from primary and secondary schools to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winners from the competition with their respective guardians will win trips to Kazakhstan to witness the launch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after searching for the location map of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Measat&lt;/span&gt; and asking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the direction, I went yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! It's even further &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*in*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Cyberjaya than &lt;strong&gt;LimKokWing&lt;/strong&gt;! I nearly got lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that the location map made available on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Measat&lt;/span&gt; official website didn't help at all, there were no road signage showing where the damn headquater is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to turn in at the &lt;strong&gt;LimKokWing&lt;/strong&gt; traffic light but no indication of traffic light were shown on the map! I went pass &lt;strong&gt;LKW&lt;/strong&gt; and went all the way towards &lt;strong&gt;Ericsson&lt;/strong&gt; that is really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; far in, almost reaching &lt;strong&gt;MMU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I made a U-turn and turned in at &lt;strong&gt;LKW&lt;/strong&gt;. I went all the way in, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I realized, &lt;em&gt;*shit*&lt;/em&gt; this road is not going anywhere. I swear it seems to be leading into a deep dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw this small little board showing &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Measat&lt;/span&gt;, with an arrow and 500m. The problem is, the position of the board made the arrow seemed like it's pointing down the deep dead end, and also looked like it's showing towards the junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned into the junction nonetheless and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FINALLY! finally!! I found it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go further down the road, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Eh! Celaka...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - dead end again. It's a big huge roundabout at the end of the road. Since no car coming in or going out, I parked there! wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview was scheduled at 3:30pm but I reached at 2:45pm. I left house early even though &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told me it'll only take about 15mins to reach but I didn't want to get lost ma-r!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never went any further of the LDP than to puchong IOI mall so I seriously need to consider the amount of time if I ever did get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way into &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Measat&lt;/span&gt;, passing &lt;strong&gt;LKW&lt;/strong&gt;, I don't see anything except &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;endless stretch of roads, cars lined along the roads and empty bare sandy-land and a few trees and a big ass &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt; building.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sign of foodstalls, cafeteria, mamak or restaurants. *UGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing after I registered at the guard house to get the visitor pass, I went to check out &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Measat&lt;/span&gt;'s cafeteria. Not too bad la, they prepare malay food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Well, I need to know where I'm going to eat if I ever get the job right?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I must mention these 2 big rooms down at the lobby where they have a whole panel full of TV screens with all the channels of Astro &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*AXN, HBO, Hallmark and etc*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and channels from other countries. Also, there were a LOT of buttons. Two malay guys were sitting inside, watching TV! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*I wonder if they ever had a hard time deciding which TV screen to watch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's the control room I suppose. I also saw a lot of big plates from the cafeteria balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:05pm I went up to second floor. As the lift door opened, immediately it was the reception. Kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; extremely quiet there I can even hear my own breathing. I told &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the receptionist my name and appointment and I waited. There were two big plasma TVs at both sides of the wall showing channels I've never seen before! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One showing English movie with Korean subtitle, called BBC Prime, &lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Another is FCC channel or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30pm sharp, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rahidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; escorted me into the board room and told me to fill up the application form while she took my certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! That form is so detailed I took 30mins to fill it up. It's like a whole resume summary. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Might as well I just give her my updated resume right?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 4:05pm I was done with the form and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Joanna Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Manager of Marketing Communications came in. The first thing she said was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SO SO WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mistaken me for my other classmate, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jaclyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who also came in for the interview today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi, you must be Jaclyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Pap- hands on forehead with squinty eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh no-no, you are...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm Christine",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as I held my hand out to meet hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*So unbelievable!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the damn form took me 30mins but the interview only lasted 15mins. Very fast right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Siew Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the HR Exec called and told me she scheduled a tele-interview for me with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mr. Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at 2:20pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Shock*&lt;/em&gt; Hiring interns also need to tele-interview with the CEO. Geng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm waiting for his call. Should I take this job or accept the better offer from my lecturer to work at his design studio? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Measat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pays RM500/month (reasonable for internship la ok, some my friends got RM200-RM400 only)&lt;br /&gt;- 9am-6pm (sometimes later)&lt;br /&gt;- Mon - Fri (Maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;- Very busy busy since many things need to be handled prior to the launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My lecturer design studio&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pays RM650/month and with allowance for petrol and parking&lt;br /&gt;- 9am-5pm&lt;br /&gt;- Mon - Fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Measat project is a really big project and my internship with them will probably make my portfolio look so damn good in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui? Non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;++++++++ Update ++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mr. Paul Brown-Kenyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called couple of minutes ago and my hands are still shaking and my voice was trembling when I called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite difficult to understand him because he spoke with such thick accent and he spoke in such fast pace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the call since morning and now it's all done and set, *PHEW* ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do it wait for the HR department's comfirmation, whether or not I'll get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;++++++++ Update ++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2712177738009538553?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2712177738009538553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2712177738009538553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2712177738009538553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2712177738009538553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/10/ceo-of-measat-satellite-is-going-to.html' title='CEO of Measat Satellite is going to call me on my mobile!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-2476799947730651119</id><published>2006-09-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:43:28.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Cely,</title><content type='html'>WHO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chingling.net/blog"&gt;Cely&lt;/a&gt;, whom I met the other day in The Curve and today again in One Utama. Strange because I seldom see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, since she so pleasantly remembered me and so nicely tagged me and also took the effort to post a shoutout at the chatterbox, I shall then list my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order of importance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] &lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=QSOA%2BhJBfCY%3D"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Micheal Bublé - Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love his voice paired with this sweet, smooth and soothing melody. Can never get bored with this song and furthermore, both Adrian and I love this song =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] &lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=xRCn3sYqtxY%3D"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Josh Groban - To Where You Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wonderful vocal and such beautiful melody to just relax, read and drink coffee to. This is the song that I can picture myself having a nice cup of coffee/hot chocolate, reading a nice book during rainy day under the warm comfortable duvet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] &lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=QCE75Q08CvI%3D"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Martina McBride - How Far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Martina McBride sings beautifully and her songs' lyrics are absolutely well written. This is one of the song that I can constantly listen to for days and weeks without feeling bored. Another two by Martina McBride are "&lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=agPnOQY0FCs%3D"&gt;In My Daughter's Eyes&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=wBgJBrkBQ0g%3D"&gt;My Valentine&lt;/a&gt;" that are also equally deserving to be mentioned.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] &lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=v%2Bz%2F5qE%2FlMg%3D"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sheena Easton - Almost Over You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This one may be a little too old for my age to listen to but I definitely enjoy this number. Though the lyrics sounded a bit sad, saying about breaking up and how the heart has been torn apart but yet, it's one song that could make the broken heart heal. Note: I didn't like this song because I was listening to it when I break up with someone or what. No. No.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] &lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=w9Qx%2FbBY0V0%3D"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Norah Jones - Don't Know Why (I Didn't Come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This song has always been in my favourite list when Kenny first introduced it to me few years ago. At first I don't quite understand the lyrics but anyhow it got me hooked to Norah Jones talented voice and jazzy tunes. Apart from this, I also love "&lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=PcTySLo6nGs%3D"&gt;Come Away With Me&lt;/a&gt;", "&lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=m2GRQC4UCwE%3D"&gt;The Nearness Of You&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=me4U%2FnoRIA4%3D"&gt;What Am I To You&lt;/a&gt;?" All in all, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;simply adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Norah Jones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6]&lt;a href="http://www.lyricz.net/D/Dayanti+Kris/118357"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kris Dayanti - Menghitung Hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I loved this song so much for so long without knowing who sang it and the title of it. Whenever I hear it on radio, I never got a chance to know and whenever I hear other people sing it, I never got to know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of ING Annual Award Presentation night, I heard the guest singer sang this and I just stoned and stood there listening to it. I got so frustrated because she did mention the artist and song title but the echo was too strong I didn't catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know the star behind this lovely song when the live band of Palm Restaurant, Berjaya Resort sang it during my second visit to Redang. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is one of my must in RedBox. Adrian somehow got sick of it. lol. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/Rossa__Aku_bukan_untukmu"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rossa - Aku Bukan Untukmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the second song that I liked from an Indonesian artist apart from Kris Dayanti's. &lt;a href="http://karenymz.blogspot.com"&gt;Karen.ym &lt;/a&gt;introduced this song to me while we were in Alvin's car on our way back from Kuantan. She wrote the lyrics down for me in the car and explained the story behind the song. When I listened to the song and followed the lyrics, I teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite a sad song. Story about a guy loving this girl, going after her for years and years but she refused him. However, finally when the girl realized that she is afterall in love with the guy, the guy is married. And so this song is about the girl telling the guy that she is never for him and to warn him never to leave the wife for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong vocal by Rossa and a nice one to sing in RedBox too! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Now only I realized 7 songs is not enough! Ahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more songs that I love especially those in Mandarin! But there are also more in English and Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I also love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sheila On 7 - Berhenti Berharap&lt;br /&gt;- V.E - Ayu&lt;br /&gt;- Ruffedge - Berkenalan&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah Mclachlan - Adia, Angel&lt;br /&gt;- Evanescence - My Immortal&lt;br /&gt;- Jennifer Lopez - Alive&lt;br /&gt;- Air Supply - All Out Of Love&lt;br /&gt;- Rod Steward - Have I Told You Lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many more! Mandarin songs lazy to type la. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-2476799947730651119?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/2476799947730651119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=2476799947730651119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2476799947730651119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/2476799947730651119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagged-by-cely.html' title='Tagged by Cely,'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-9174129860819416612</id><published>2006-09-22T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:30:08.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I drive a &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Silver Waja&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Not a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yellow Cab&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car plate do not start with &lt;strong&gt;HB&lt;/strong&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lady must be out of her mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving to college yesterday, as usual, for the Mentholatum Apprentice Project. After getting my ticket from the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;manual-automatic ticket dispenser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I drove my car past Block A and made a turn at Block B to reach the main lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the junction in front of Block B, I slowed down my car for the bumps and suddenly this lady came up to my car and asked me to wind down my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that she wanted to ask for something, I did. Since I'm within a campus compound I thought nothing dangerous could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you give me a lift out because it's raining la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; But I'm going to Block A lobby only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh like that ah.. Nevermind la. Block A lobby will do la. Because it's drizzling already I worry it's going to pour later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh ohkay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she got into the car and I drove her down to Block A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was suppose to drive up to Block A to park in front of the main entrance. Upon reaching Block A, I wanted to just stop so she could walk the rest of her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dang-dang-dang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Alliance Bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; outside la if you don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Shocked! WTF??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem! &lt;strong&gt;Alliance Bank&lt;/strong&gt; is quite far lor actually. I have to leave the campus, go down the street, make a right turn to reach another junction and turn right before I can reach &lt;strong&gt;Alliance Bank&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more she asked until like that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Actually I'm going to &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alliance Bank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; outside la &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IF YOU DON'T MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah-lau! What am I suppose to say la!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I got out of campus, drove her all the way out and dropped her off at the roadside. As though it wasn't enough of a favor, she even had the nerve &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to point her finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;ENTRANCE&lt;/strong&gt; towards &lt;strong&gt;Alliance Bank&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;signalling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me to drop her right infront of the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maleh. I kena &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZHA-DOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; damn kau kau already and she dared to ask that. I don't give a shit, I just stopped at the road side and just wait till she got down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she got the hint and she got down of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking a total stranger to send her to somewhere and all she could say after that was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Thank you ah..And your waja very nice hor. Very comfortable. Thanks.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, it didn't even rain! When I picked her up it was only a few drops drizzle and even though the sky was quite dark, it didn't even rain until I left college at about 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. Mou-tuin-tuin fetch her for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Hair. Shampoo. Water. Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three-days count is up! I finally get to &lt;strong&gt;*wash*&lt;/strong&gt; my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh.My.Goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shampoo-ing my hair never felt this good before. When the water was running through my hair, I can feel the coolness slowly moving its way on my scalp, nourishing it bit and bit and I can even &lt;em&gt;"hear"&lt;/em&gt; my scalp sighing in relief that finally they have moisture on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hair is totally wet and my scalp is entirely rinsed, it felt like desert sand getting a few droplets of water after years of waiting and yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Three days without washing and/or shampoo-ing my hair is too much to bear! But what to do! For the sake of the perm, I had to &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; wash my hair for three days. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, after I washed my hair and waited for it to dry entirely, my perm doesn't look like how it was when I left the salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIGGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and not so nice too*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I washed it the wrong way?&lt;br /&gt;Or I styled it the wrong way after the wash?&lt;br /&gt;Or I used the wrong product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. I also don't know what to do with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be having a day out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after so long since I've been working for the past weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll look better tomorrow. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-9174129860819416612?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/9174129860819416612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=9174129860819416612&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/9174129860819416612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/9174129860819416612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-drive-silver-waja-not-yellow-cab.html' title=''/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-5827342807288122297</id><published>2006-09-20T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:54:26.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heee..ek, Haaa..ak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't breathe.. Hur Hur Hur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm suffocating from all the perm lotion from my hair. The table fan next to the computer table is blowing at me and all I can smell is the perm lotion, which is not really pleasant at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell like I just got out of the salon and I can't wash my hair for another 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, for those who are wondering how my hair look like, just imagine &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;maggi mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*Hear gasps and screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. It's like maggi mee but not exactly like maggi mee. But I really liked how it turned out. Everyone at A Cut Above Academy was walking upside down inside out left and right around me when I was doing the perm. After much questions, finally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the student stylist who did my hair said that I was the first customer who did this hairstyle at the academy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many people rushed David to finish my hair because they can't wait to see the final effect. When everything was done and nice, so many people came to take pictures. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They even took picture while I was doing the perm with my hair all wrapped up in towel and stinking from the perming lotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They also took picture when I had to lie down on the black chair to get my hair washed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also took picture while the curls finally showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally took picture of the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first I was quite worried about my decision to do this perm. I worried how it might turn out, how it will suit me, or not and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even joked that he'll dump me if I turn out looking like I had an Afro hair on me. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now I'm having slight headache from all the perm lotion rushing into my nose. It's like after you had a barbeque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You smell like a damn smoked turkey. Your hair, your body, your clothes and sometimes even your bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell like salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S: Oh I did my perm at &lt;strong&gt;A Cut Above Academy&lt;/strong&gt; located at &lt;strong&gt;Sunway Pyramid&lt;/strong&gt; Penthouse. Just walk into A Cut Above and go upstairs. There's an Academy there where you can get cheap hairdos done by students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had my perm for RM45. RM8 for wash and blow dry. I paid the perm with Grace's cash vouchers from the Hair Show I introduced her the other time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon, I'm going back for another treatment before I have it colored. In &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; base and 2 shades of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;streaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH I'M LOVIN' IT!&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/14179178-5827342807288122297?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/5827342807288122297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=5827342807288122297&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5827342807288122297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/5827342807288122297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/heeeek-haaaak.html' title='Heee..ek, Haaa..ak!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7535917046940299869</id><published>2006-09-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:41:07.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost forgot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was "shouting" out to Ely that I will not be having any subjects available for me to study this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever I mention this to my ex-subject mates &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;*because classmates kept changing according to subjects, I reckon subject mates are more suitable, tee hee hee*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they look so puzzled it could almost make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange actually. My university have no subjects to offer for me to take this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, UCSI is always so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was in Year One of B.A. Mass Communication, I had to take a few numbers of Year 3 subejcts because there aren't enough Year 1 subjects for me to fulfill my credit hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then when I was in Year 2, I had to take a few of Year 1 subjects because they weren't offered previously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Therefore, when people ask me which year am I in for my degree, I somehow find it difficult to give them a precise answer. I don't know? I'm in Year 1 actually, but I'm also doing Year 3 subjects. I'm in Year 2 but I'm doing a few of Year 1 subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Geez. That just sound so stupid. In fact, it'll make people question me more. Why? How come? And I have to repeat my story over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, after completing my previous semester, I proudly declared that I completed all Year 1 subjects and I should be stepping into Year 2, even though I have already done a few of my Year 3 subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I went on to do my subjects selection for my coming semester, I was so shocked to read that the subject offered for Year 2 is only Popular Culture. Worse still, I have already completed that subject during my Year 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With that, I have no other choice but to proceed with Year 3 subjects even though I still have uncompleted Year 2 subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With this coming semester to be a short semester due to the college's requirement for us students to perform intership, we are only allowed 7 credit hours which naturally mean 2 subjects the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By signing up for the intership, that took up 3 credit hours and left me with 4. YingHan and I signed up for Media Planning and Management. Classes were due to start 29th August 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then and again, classes were delayed because the school hasn't found a lecturer yet. We were told that there was a lady lecturer whom they think is the most suitable candidate to lecture on this subject but she is yet to confirm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon enough, the delay was too long for YingHan and I to just sit still. Besides, my tuition fees for this semester is long overdue because I want to make sure I do not pay for unattented subjects. Knowing that UCSI finance department is famous for their mistake, I dread to deal with them ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now it has been finalized. The subject has been cancelled. YingHan and I dropped the subject and managed to skip the RM100 penalty. Yea, the college charge everyone for everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All other subjects have already commenced and assignments have already been distributed. Knowing that it will be unjust for us to enter the classes late while still paying RM3000 over it, YingHan and I requested to go through this semester without taking any subjects. Only the internship that will last from Nov-Dec. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is why I have no classes for this semester. Messy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating KoKo Crunch and typing this. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse is blinking, in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hate using wireless mouse. Have to change battery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*****************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://reons.blogspot.com"&gt;ReonDaMan&lt;/a&gt; told me that he had problems commenting on my blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone else having this problem? Is it just him or it's me converting to Blogger Beta?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn Blogger Beta!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*What's the point I ask in here when you people can't comment? lol. Please do tell me at the chatterbox. Thanks!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7535917046940299869?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7535917046940299869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7535917046940299869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7535917046940299869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7535917046940299869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-almost-forgot.html' title='I almost forgot.'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-6643526033271425325</id><published>2006-09-19T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:05:25.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sooooo unpatriotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; unpatriotic today. I did something that was totally against our dear PM's policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I lost my "P" license the other day, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was dead worried that I will get roadblocks or anything like that. I told him not to worry because I'll try to get my license done as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I even went online to JPJ's official portal to check what are the procedures to replace a new license. But I'm hooked up with the &lt;strong&gt;Mentholatum Apprentice Project&lt;/strong&gt; that will take up my mornings till this Friday. So till then, I thought I'll just risk through the week, driving without my license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bad that I had to get into a roadblock today while driving to school. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the policeman waving that red flag at my car I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Shit! Let it not be me, please just let me pass...please please..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana-tau (trans: Who knows) it was really me who &lt;strong&gt;KENA&lt;/strong&gt;! Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I moved my car to the road side and this 40-ish policeman came by and asked me to wind down my window and asked me for my license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Shoot!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I thought. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Try to drag as long as possible so he will forget about asking for my license again.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave him my IC instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"What for you give me your IC? How am I suppose to give you a ticket without your driver's license?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oh, can you not give me a ticket?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"How? You were driving at 94 kph when the limit was 80."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm just a student, can you give me a chance?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A chance? But there was picture taken of your car plate number. How am I suppose to settle it without issuing you a ticket?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Won't there be any ways that it can be settled?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Well if you don't want a ticket, how much do you want to settle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm only a student, I don't have much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *I opened my wallet and showed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I only have RM20"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Aiyor, why you so kesian (trans: pitiful) wan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At this point, I thought he will just take RM10 and leave the other RM10 for me. But I nearly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;choked on my own saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when he said the next line,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ok la Ok la, you just give me RM20 to cancel the picture of your car plate.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was morning and I still have one whole day to go and that policeman want to take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALL I HAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. In the end I gave him the RM20, all that I have for the day for him to get rid of the "picture"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"... Yea BGX **** got an emergency. Had to go hospital so cancel the picture. Right, yes yes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I got away with it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that policeman seriously cannot lie. Had to go to the hospital?? &lt;strong&gt;Aiyor-yor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7018/1730/1600/IMG_4728floral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7018/1730/320/IMG_4728floral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture in Adrian's car while we're on our way to Saisaki Restaurant to celebrate our 1st year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how I looked like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always having to tie my hair up because of my stupid frizzy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I look different,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PERMED my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a camera with me now so I'll post my latest picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, keep guessing and imagining how I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-6643526033271425325?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/6643526033271425325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=6643526033271425325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6643526033271425325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6643526033271425325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-sooooo-unpatriotic.html' title='I am sooooo unpatriotic'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-7392876653152219773</id><published>2006-09-15T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:57:27.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you think everything was alright,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;++++++++ Update ++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, my blog is looking like how it was before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reons.blogspot.com"&gt;ReonDaMan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;He so kindly send me a copy of my blog page before all the kaput-ness so I was able to track all the html codes to replace into my current template.&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;Thanks again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;++++++++ Update ++++++++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly Blogger decided to just give your day a dose of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuckedupness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see now, my blog is totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just switched from Blogger to Blogger Beta and was trying around the new features. I did some changes but I don't quite like it so I went back to my previous classic template. The template that I have spent reasonably hours of time editing and perfecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I don't know what the fuck happened, my whole blog went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;KAPUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual Polka Dots "Happy Cheerful Spirit" background is not loading. And even if it is, it will never show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me that surprise look on why I didn't back up my blog, YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Ctrl+A the whole html codes and Ctrl+V at a Notepad and I made sure I saved it. Because Blogger is always having problems, sometimes so sudden my posts can get lost in their system and never come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you spent &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOURS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uploading photos and typing and adjusting everything, just when you clicked the "Publish Post" button, the whole thing disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pissed or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The stupid html codes that I save, somehow was incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fuckedupness dosage = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn kau sibeh lanjiao dulan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to choose the normal ORIGINAL template and edit everything one by one, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to type the blog links again! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to search for the codes for my chatterbox AGAIN! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to search for the codes for my sitemeter AGAIN! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMWTFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to search for the codes of something, and something and something else, AGAIN. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGMLNANMWTFGTDTGCSFIJHMH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Don't even bother asking me what it means, I also don't know*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you all was considering switching to the new Blogger Beta, don't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, not only it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hassle-ful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;surpriseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's also &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Diu&lt;/span&gt;-derful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like soooo going to Wordpress..SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-7392876653152219773?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/7392876653152219773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=7392876653152219773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7392876653152219773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/7392876653152219773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-you-think-everything-was-alright.html' title='When you think everything was alright,'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-6058121436676168941</id><published>2006-09-15T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:28:16.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current obsession of music,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Micheal Bublé - Home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Is come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aerorplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;But this was not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;And even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;My lovely &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt; sings this song so beautifully I love it even more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-6058121436676168941?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/6058121436676168941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=6058121436676168941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6058121436676168941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/6058121436676168941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-obsession-of-music.html' title='Current obsession of music,'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115828578451332919</id><published>2006-09-15T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:03:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just got rid of the "P"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can I still drive??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How arh? I lost my "P" license!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me! HOW? HOW? HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyorrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait wait and wait for so damn long for it to finally finish its 2 years period and I finally able to get rid of it on 6th September 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo damn happy! But I was busy working so I didn't get to renew my driver's license to the full license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "P" license expired, I haven't renew and now it's no where to be found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I report lost and replace my "P" with a full license? JPJ should have records on when I should finish the probationaly period right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak-kan I have to take the driving test again and stick the "P" sticker for another 2 years???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say you're as stupid as I am to have lost it or misplace it or whatsoever, but seriously, anyone, ANYONE at all have the same case as mine? Please help me out. Please advise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if I dropped it somewhere, or I just simply lost it, or I misplaced it, or it's somewhere lurking in the house and my eyes just aren't big enough to SEE the damn license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to sit the damn Undang test again, which I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; once, unfortunately, the last time I had my driving lessons. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn suey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to sit in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 hours lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on stupid nonsense again, all the way in Shah Alam! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn Sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to drive &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;manual Kancil with no Air-Con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and some random uncle sitting beside me having his right foot placed on an emergency break. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to drive a damn &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;manual car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all the way to Shah Alam for the test. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn sien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go through the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;reverse parking test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slope test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;on-the-road test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn sickening!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to stick the "P" for another &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I definitely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to PAY another &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;couple of hundreds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for this whole damn-damn thing again!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn stress.&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/14179178-115828578451332919?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115828578451332919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115828578451332919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115828578451332919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115828578451332919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-got-rid-of-p.html' title='I just got rid of the &quot;P&quot;'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115822034803011239</id><published>2006-09-14T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:39:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How sometimes surprises happen..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls Night Out At Flam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen will be leaving to Bristol, UK today and so few days ago we went out for a drink at Flam. It has been a while since I last spoken to her and when she said she'll be coming to Giant USJ where I was working on Loreal Project that particular day, we agreed to go out for a drink after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At first she wanted to go to Decanter Hartamas but it was drizzling and I wanted to go to somewhere near. In the end, we settled for Flam at Sunway Boulevard. We sat outside at the tall table since we wanted to have some private conversation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were having a nice time talking about all stuffs when suddenly one guy was waving at us and I saw Karen nodded back at him. Then he came over and said the lamest pick up line ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Why don't you two beauty go inside?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oh we're having some girl talk,"&lt;/span&gt; replied Karen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that, he left. So I asked Karen if she knew that guy in which she said she doesn't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Bah!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So we thought he won't come back anymore thinking that he probably got the answer that we wanted to have some time alone. We were so wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He came back. With his beer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got a shock at the sight of him at the exit approaching our table and I turned and gave Karen "that" look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That" - "Shit! what the hell the guy is trying to do" look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He came and stood beside me and repeated himself, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Why don't you two beauty go inside?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Karen repeated the same reply. Then he said something which I don't quite remember because I was blanked out at the sight of him pulling out the chair and sitting down next to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Blardy Hell. Sat down uninvited and not even asking our permission. Then he continued saying all those casual stuffs i.e. Work? Local? and etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When asked about his work, he said he's a PRODUCER. *Wah~* Sound very bombastic right? Haha. After that Karen and I practically ignored him and continued talking about her recent Redang Trip. While talking at her experience at the Marine Park, the producer suddenly interrupted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Oh I hate Marine Park. The corals all dead and there's this ship there all rusty. It's very dangerous to swim near there. If got cut and the rusty ship there, can get ......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I didn't know what he said la because there were loud music and he was speaking so softly and his english was so Par-Liah! But I thought it was really rude of him to interrupt like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In respond to his unpleasant experience at Redang, I asked if he ever been to Sipadan Island?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Which part of Sipadan?"&lt;/span&gt; he asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sipadan is an island wor..,"&lt;/span&gt; I said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Oh I don't remember already because I've been to places all over the world.." he quickly snapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When we asked him where is he from, he said something I could have burst out laughing, or die laughing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"You don't have to ask me that what. Ipoh is very famous for their pretty girls but actually guys also wan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To express the way &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/kinkybluefairy" target="_blank"&gt;JoyceTheFairy&lt;/a&gt; always do, his answer was definitely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can.Die.Dot.Com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I mean if he's good looking and all he can still be excused over his over-confident remark but, HE"S NOT! He is not good looking at all. Period. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He had short hair but somehow he decided to leave few strands of his fringe longer till his nose at the side. He wore shirt, alright; but he decided to leave 1 extra button open to show his macho-ness that only show how untidy he was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then he did what he had to do. He asked for our numbers because he said we're very mature unlike the girls inside (referring to the main room) and that he thinks he can be "Very friend" with us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was my first time dealing with this kinda thing so I turned to Karen for help in which she gave him her card. He took it and turned to ask for my number. I told him, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sorry I didn't bring my card out but since you have hers, you get her you'll get me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then a drunk Thai fella came over and started "praying" at everything he said. He just put his hands together and kept doing the "praying" motion. Karen was annoyed at his actions and I wanted to go to the washroom so I told Karen and we left the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When we got back, we ordered another round of beer and continued our conversation. To our dismay, that producer guy came back, AGAIN. Repeat offenders are unforgivable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He came and brushed me at my shoulder apologizing, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hey sorry about that guy just now. I didn't know him"&lt;/span&gt;. I smiled and said, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"it's ok."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He then went on to ask for my number. This time by giving me his handphone asking me to key in myself. When karen came back at the table, she asked, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"What is it that you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I want her number in case I want to find her then cannot,"&lt;/span&gt; he defended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I thought I gave you my card. If you can reach me you can get her,"&lt;/span&gt; Karen said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Oh I lost your card,"&lt;/span&gt; smart-assed producer said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oh I'm very offended lo. I gave you a card to keep and you lost it?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Do you keep my card?"&lt;/span&gt; the producer asked sarcastically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I opened my purse and showed him the card I kept. He then said, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Well since you have my card, I hope you will call me la, soon."&lt;/span&gt; and left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Soon enough I left for home while Karen had to be somewhere else. After I closed my gate and Karen wined down the window and asked me back, showing me her handphone and laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"God bless you two. Safe journey home.."&lt;/span&gt; The producer sms-ed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Konon-nya he lost Karen's card. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But the best part wasn't until I told &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt; about the incident on phone. I was telling him my suspicious whether or not &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DarlingAd&lt;/span&gt; actually know this guy since he used to frequent Flam last time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He knows the guy. Louis Choi. Who smartly not mention the phrase "Acoustic Wall Panel" when asked about his occupation. Acoustic Wall Panel producer became "Producer".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reunion Of Two Strangers From High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly got a call from Kiat Hor yesterday night asking me to go yamcha. I was so surprised to hear that he actually was asking me to yamcha since I didn't really know him that well in High School and I always thought he was still in UK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, yesterday night was pleasant even though I hardly spoke to him in High School. We were just chatting about High School stuffs and suddenly it made me felt like it was bloody long ago. Felt Damn OLD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Being such a nosy parker as he is, he kept asking me about stories in my life. I told him he should just go read my blog. LOL. Well, to keep the conversation going I told him some of the stories and he got so interested, I ended up doing all the talking. Yikes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then when I casually asked him about something, he revealed a bigger something that was more interesting than my stupid stories! I was so shocked about the story because it involved two my once very close friends and also a guy whom I used to like in High School.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The story is just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOO BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to even mention here. Better not cause any more hurt since I won't know if any mutual friends will be reading it. But lets just say this two my once very close friends became complete stranger today because of the guy I used to like. Because this girl did something with the guy who was the other girl's boyfriend that caused them to break up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH. NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During that, I also met Justin Foo, who is now in charge of Artiste Management for Music Canteen. It was a pleasant surprise because I haven't seen him for ages and he changed so much he started to look like his older brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Justin was a friend of old times. He lives just few houses down my street and I hardly see him! We used to take the same van to primary school and we just used to play around together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Geeez! Suddenly everyone is so grown up and everyone my batch is celebrating their 21st Birthday this year. And this time of the year is when people go overseas to study or people coming back after graduating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh.My.God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115822034803011239?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115822034803011239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115822034803011239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115822034803011239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115822034803011239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-sometimes-surprises-happen.html' title='How sometimes surprises happen..'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115751982912426212</id><published>2006-09-06T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:45:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously,</title><content type='html'>What &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*am*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I in this family? Where do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*I*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone at home now, simply because mom took everyone else to some fancy restaurant for lunch with an Aunt from HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occassion being, my brother &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is going to back to UK in 2 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why am I at home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't I go with them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason being, I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*informed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- only when I woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;- only when everyone else is properly dressed.&lt;br /&gt;- only when I'm needed to go to the car workshop to get the damn car tyre fixed.&lt;br /&gt;- only when I do not have any time at all to shower, dress and prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt;, and only then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked if I want to go along, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, was I even being invited to the lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I was simply being asked because they have to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm all alone at home, again, for the third day this week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;*NO*&lt;/strong&gt; lunch and &lt;strong&gt;*NO*&lt;/strong&gt; car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma didn't even cook dinner yesterday. I don't know why. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Perhaps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was because my brother wasn't planning to come home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how much I do not understand on the motives of my grandmother's action sometimes. And yet she denies it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother went to his gf's place in Banting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Yes Banting!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the other day to have dinner with his family because he's leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was about to leave, grandma called him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you don't need to take these things? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;(refering to a box of mooncake nicely put in in a paper bag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How can you go visit your "ai ya ngoi fu ngoi mou" (trans: future parents-in-law) empty handed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that, I just went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Hmph*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and think to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Oh, so my brother's gf parents are his future parents-in-law.. Whereas all I get from my family about my relationship with Adrian are skepticism, sarcastic remarks, offensive statements, unsupportive mentality and the effort of my OWN mother trying to break us up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mother who tried her very best to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the relationship between me and Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mother who doesn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to read the letter of invitation about her daughter's academic achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mother who doesn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to attend her daughter's award day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a grandmother who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wouldn't prepare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dinner when her beloved grandson is not coming home for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a grandmother who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;denies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that she loves her grandson more and strongly state that she loves everyone as equal; but I'm not very convinced by all her actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, should I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to feel about all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I'm going to cook my own lunch now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115751982912426212?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115751982912426212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115751982912426212&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115751982912426212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115751982912426212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/09/seriously.html' title='Seriously,'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115687468394193364</id><published>2006-08-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:34:29.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Yay-ness*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian and I are officially celebrating our 1st year anniversary today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/oneyear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ever since we got together last year today, we have been through so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;29th August 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first held hands. At around 3pm, in Midvalley after a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first movie was, "The Maid". I was never a fan of horror flick and I grabbed Adrian's arm so tight because the movie was really scary. Even though it was painful, Adrian still let me. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;30th August 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our first appearance as a couple with friends for Merdeka Eve Celebration in Atrium Cafe, Sunway Pyramid Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day when I was given the cold treatment from a person whom I thought was a friend, whom I thought would be mature enough to comprehend the situation. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian and I had to take in so much from this person on that particular night because he was practically ignorant and was showing face the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are unaware of the story too notice the difference in his behavior. In the end, I was approached by mutual friends to apologize to him, asking me to take into consideration of moodswings that could happen to designer. I was told that I should just make the first move, for the sake of getting things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused. Because I believed I did not do anything wrong. I had my choice. Furthermore, I made things clear right before it can go any further. I cannot be blamed if he chose to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was accused of playing around with his feelings and was said that I owed him an explaination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8 October 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our first month anniversary and I &lt;a href="http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2005/10/sweet-like-chocolate.html#links"&gt;blogged&lt;/a&gt; about it. It was 1 month 9 days. It was something Adrian and I was really happy about. When we first got together, many people have doubts about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His *evil* ex-girlfriend asked, "How come you like Chris? She is not pretty also.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mutual friend, closer to him asked, "You sure about this? Somehow I never really imagine you two together lo-r.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by celebrating our first month anniversary, we want to show others that we are serious about it and we will make it work. It wasn't until I read something in his blog that I was terribly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;P/s: and oh, a little bit more than a month is nothing, try years. ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not mention who but this post was published on the same day, 8th October 2005. I certainly hoped it was just coincidence but I was not very convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;29th August 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Adrian and I celebrate our 1st year anniversary. It means a lot to us because it is the day we can prove to others that we are truly in love for a healthy, strong and long-lasting relationship. We will work it out and we will make sure that we do. We want to shut the mouths of others who were previously skeptical about us. That includes *YOU*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Adrian is like a young, cheerful and energetic little boy's spirit trapped in an adult body. His ability to be at his cutest everytime and everywhere, with his curiosity towards many things and being fascinated by small little stuffs, alongside with his witty comments and sarcastic remarks; though sometimes makes me mad, but sometimes makes me laugh out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/kiddo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/cuteness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He is extremely adorable, sometimes makes me feel like I'm the mother to this young little boy. He loves fast food like a 5 year old kid and likes toys especially The Transformers. He has never failed to make me smile with his smile because he look absolutely lovable with his smile. I could stare at him forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/adorable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Even though he is sometimes like a kid, he is still the man in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him for his ways of making me laugh. His many facial expressions and sometimes silly ways of saying things make me adore him even more. He always cheer up my day, just by his presence. Even though there are times that he may say the wrong things or do the wrong things when trying to cheer me, but his presence alone make me feel secured, loved and pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me smile, he makes me laugh. He is my clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/myclown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me and cares a lot about me. That's why he always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/nag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't bathe so late la, later fong shap then you know!"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't eat so much maggi mee la, not good wan la..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why you never take care of yourself wan. How are you going to take care of me later?"&lt;br /&gt;"You listen to me can or not? I talk talk talk also no use wan. Dowan to talk already la.."&lt;br /&gt;"NAh, see! You never listen to me wan. Told you to bathe before 10, what time is it now?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good girl la can or not? Listen to me la ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, something that shouldn't be left out at all. That is his passion and ultimate talent in karaoke! He can totally sing and I love every bit of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/voice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 1st Anniversary, silly smart boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115687468394193364?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115687468394193364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115687468394193364&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115687468394193364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115687468394193364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-it.html' title='This is it!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115635907911262621</id><published>2006-08-24T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:51:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Walk</title><content type='html'>That's right! I just came back from my morning walk. LOL. Rather an early one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just chatting with Reon and SueShen on MSN when my brother messaged me. We chatted a while on MSN before he asked if I wanted to go KimGary for French Toast and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked! It was about 1:16am when he asked me. I was bored to death and wasn't quite sleepy yet so I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed and then we walked to KimGary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We. Walked. To. Kim. Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm staying in Sunway by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us about 10 minutes to reach KimGary. Along the way, the streets were extremely quiet! Unlike the usual days where cars can still be seen on the roads at this hour. Today is just exceptionally quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinds of reminded me of those days when Sunway wasn't as developed as how it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me to the year when LDP highway wasn't built and we still have the Guard House; which has been replaced by the never ending stretch of LDP highway now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded to those times when we used to sit on the road at about 10pm where no cars will even pass by that road. We could sit on the road for 10 minutes and not get a scratch. Now, crossing that part of the road needs extra caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached KimGary, ordered our French Toast and Peanut Butter Waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a satisfactory supper, we walked back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between that course of eating the french toast, drinking my iced coffee and chit-chatting away, something happened next door, at Flam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting facing the main entrance where I can have a clear view of Flam. Suddenly I saw this tall girl in a white top ran out and ran straight towards the main road. Behind her was two guys running after. Then the guy yelled something and went on chasing towards her direction. Quite a lot of people stood up and watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I can't because I was seated inside the restaurant. I don't know what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also have to mention that KimGary is refreshingly nice after its recent renovation. Though I don't understand why they chose to use purple as their main theme color but all in all, it looked new and fresh. I like how all the lightings glowed the whole place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:26am, need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for Times Square tomorrow morning at 11am with David to check out some watch prices. Weird, he collects all sort of things. He used to collect cigars, then now liquors and he has a few watches. And about to add another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just bought another bottle adding to his collection of liquors when she came back from China recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far from what I remember, he has all the Johnnie Walkers, except for JW Swing. Black Label, Blue Label, Red Label, Gold Label and Green Label. One bottle of Vodka. And recently, mom bought the Royal Salute Ruby Flagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Three more to go,"&lt;/span&gt; he explained towards his Chivas collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Shrugs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115635907911262621?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115635907911262621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115635907911262621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115635907911262621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115635907911262621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/08/morning-walk.html' title='Morning Walk'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115634587935790310</id><published>2006-08-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:36:29.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* I want them back! *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want my lip treatment balm, lipstick and lip gloss back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking all over for them but I can't seem to find it. Urgh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last I used it was during FHM Beach Party and now they're gone. The worst is they're still quite new! Not even half used..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cooling mentholatum treatment balm, Maybelline color shine lipstick and sweet Lancome Juicy Tube lip gloss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. How? How? I also don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of FHM Beach Party. It was quite some time ago and I didn't blog about it because I have no pictures to blog about. I know, stupid right! How can I go to FHM Beach Party where &lt;strong&gt;Hannah Tan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*hear screams..* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;will be around and I have no camera to take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Double sigh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually I told Grace to get the camera from her friend because mom took David's to China. Grace eventually got it because I wanted to use it for my assignment as well. By the time I got back from college around 6pm and asked Grace about the camera, all she told me was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Oh, got ah~ It's here.. But no battery wor.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was starting to get excited when I heard she got it, but the later part of her respond left me standing there, blank, speechless and, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DAMN POTONG STEAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It took me awhile to finally gain my consciousness before I went to get ready. So that's why I went and back without any post and photos of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But anyhow, that party wasn't great in the first place to deserve any write up. It was held in Sunway Lagoon Surf Beach and mind you, not even half the place was filled with people. We went in about an hour late and we still have the goodie bag. In fact, when we left, there were still plenty of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hosts of the night was Fly Guy and another girl from Fly FM who didn't really do a great job to spice up the event. Fly Guy practically read from the script in his hand. In between, there were a few odd moments of silence because the girls weren't ready and they came up with the lamest thing ever to say or joke about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plus point is, the music were good. Adrian told me it was some DJ from &lt;strong&gt;Maison&lt;/strong&gt;. I won't know who he is but he's good. I actually liked the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well in conclusion, it wasn't anything great, or even good to say about the event. It started late and it ended early. By the time it ended, everyone left. They don't even want to stay to dance to the music and slowly they wrapped up the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah Tan&lt;/strong&gt; was there. She was in white, top to bottom with a hat too. But her makeup was a tad too heavy and she looked like she need a good night sleep. Her eye bags were enough to fill the whole Sunway Lagoon ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guys were &lt;em&gt;swimming&lt;/em&gt; towards her to get pictures and those guys were so HUNGRY for her. They tried to hug her waist and shoulder and anywhere else, &lt;strong&gt;Hannah &lt;/strong&gt;just moved their hands away, said No and move in her head to take the shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So basically her body is like 45degree angled away from the guys while her head is close to the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just sat there, one table away from her, looking and grinning. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wished I had a camera that day.. Too bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115634587935790310?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115634587935790310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115634587935790310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115634587935790310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115634587935790310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-them-back.html' title='* I want them back! *'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115618230281800443</id><published>2006-08-22T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T02:48:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while..</title><content type='html'>since I last posted anything here. Had quite a few things to take care of, i.e, final examinations and a magazine project that required me to spend hours working on photoshop, illustrator and indesign. I'm a Mass Communication student, planning to major in Marketing Communication and here I'm doing designing stuffs. But anyway, learnt a great deal from this subject. I'm starting to love Illustrator more than Photoshop..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that exams are over and assignments are done, I am finally on the much needed rest. One week. Though not long but sufficient. Registered myself into a staff out-sourcing company and recently they assigned me to a job in Giant USJ where I promote the new Dettol Handwash. Nothing glamorous about the job but it's near to my place and it gives me RM70 a day for 7 hours work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working last Friday over the weekend and that's why I couldn't join Karen for her event. Anyhow, I'm enjoying the work. Firstly because I don't have to pay for the parking, unlike working in MNG One Utama previously, I paid RM17 for the parking on the first day because I couldn't find the staff parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I get to wear a nice nice lab coat to work and kids are afraid of me. HAHA! They stare at me and called me nurse and doctor. Funny stuff! Also, other promoters there are lovely! They are friendly and talkative. We had great time working at the same section, chatting to pass time and spend time knowing each other during lunch. Besides, other promoters from my agency are as helpful as I never would have imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They helped me with my booth since I'm a first-timer, not knowing anything. They helped me set it up, explained the culture there and etc. I even met a few of my highschool juniors. What a coincident! And oh, I must say this. The "cantin" at Giant USJ serve nice yummy Gong Bo Chicken Rice, prepared by Malays! And they also have delicious Ais Kacang and Cendol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! When I first had the Ice Kacang, I just went..."Urrh......Ahh....HMmmm..." It was delicious beyond words! I can't even write how it taste like now, just superb. Oh, they put Sarsi in Ais Kacang. Weird but taste good. The cendol is even better. I had it for both Saturday and Sunday..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I haven't been posting any pictures of myself so I'll have some up later in the post.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago, I found this Loreal Hair Dye in David's room so I asked him if he still wants it. He said I can have it. I've been wanting to do something to my hair long time ago but I couldn't because I'm in the process of growing my hair long. Unable to stand the itch, I said, "OK! I'll dye my hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the toilet bowl in my toilet in a T-shirt so full of holes that it is barely wearable out to public, Grace with her hair nicely tied up in a bun and put on the glove, she helped me with the dye. I must say, Grace is extremely lousy with her hands. She had dye all over my face, my neck and my T-shirt. Not only that, some went to the toilet bowl and even the toilet wall. *Swt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time enduring the pain (the dye on my scalp) and wasting loads of tissue getting rid off dye from my face and 30 minutes later, I washed it off and had a nice new hair color. I actually love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember the color but it's something to do with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;. Sounds pretty right? hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/sideprofile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can see the color from this pic? I think it's kinda obvious and I really liked how the color turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago on a Sunday, Adrian and I went to The Curve after church because I wanted to visit the flea market there and RedBox again with my boy. That outing was one that was after a while since I last meet Adrian so we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/thecurve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Adrian was playing around with the camera I loaned from Grace's friend for my assignment and he basically kept snapping candid pictures of me. This was taken when he called my name from side while I was getting something out of my sling bag. I saw him holding the camera and I made a face. Didn't know he took it just then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I kinda like how it turned out and apparently Adrian love this picture so much he printed it so he can put it in his room. Sweeet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was there for a mission! I recently trimmed my hair off the dead ends so it's a bit shorter now. It looks weird in a ponytail so I always tied it up in a small bun and was hoping to find something to accessorize it. Then I realize how fashionable is it nowadays to have flowers on the hair, you know those flower hairclips and pins. I didn't want the usual orchid design so I was out for something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking all over for it and while doing that, we came across some other stuffs that caught our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/sexy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/kiddo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Adrian was totally attracted to this battery operated mini-fan. He's like a kiddo sometimes, easily fascinated by the smallest thing in the world. There were other aunties looking at it and I was about to leave when he held my hand and the other hand squeezed through all the "barriers" and took one out to examine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would just turned it on, blow the fan at himself and then turned it off. Then he would turned to me and tell me how cool is that thing. He even looked for other designs and enquired about the price. That look and smile on his face was like a still moment to me. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I found what I was looking for and paid 10 bucks for it, we left for RedBox on the upper floor. After that I was craving for some rojak and cendol so Adrian brought me to the stall opposite Taman Bahagia LRT station. And once again, Adrian showcased his ultimate talent to be awfully cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/cuteness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh sigh, I'm falling in love with that smile, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that thing I was looking all over for and finally paid 10 bucks for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/lovin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Adrian couldn't quite get used to it even though he was the one who decided on this one. I really love it! It can spice up my whole outfit and add something to my boring hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking this photo, I took another one mistakenly without flash. BUT! The result came out great. I love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/shil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And damn Kenny (not Sia, no no, definitely not) have to go sarcastically ask me if that picture is a horse; implying my long neck. HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sidenote, a vain picture of the recent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/recent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Grace recently and FINALLY cut her ass-long hair into a much younger layered cut with a fringe. She was worried how it might turn out but after starting classes in Sunway for her Diploma in Performing Arts, she has been getting compliments from friends and classmates about how nice she look with this hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking at her hair and looking at some hairstyles magazine, I can't help but miss my waist length hair back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c72/christinecsy/miss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And I also miss my weight back THEN. I was just complaining to &lt;a href="http://reons.blogspot.com"&gt;Reon&lt;/a&gt; about it and he somehow got numbed to it since all girls complained about it. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it! I really should be in bed by now. Sorry babe! Don't scold me. Love you, hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115618230281800443?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115618230281800443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115618230281800443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115618230281800443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115618230281800443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115462864417252682</id><published>2006-08-04T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T02:15:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>She scared the shit out of me! My mom, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home about 11:30pm just now and I had to move my car out so she can park her car in the house. When I was done with the parking I came back and was standing at the garden looking at my brother playing with the dog, Brownie. &lt;em&gt;*We should have named him better!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I looked into mom's car window, I saw two hands. When I turned and tried to take a better look, mom turned her head to me, so slooooowly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped, squeaked and shrieked! I even covered my ears, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently mom was sitting inside her car, still talking on the phone. Then David started laughing and my mom started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been easily scared by, many many things. I cannot watch &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;horror movies&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot see &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;closed-up shots&lt;/span&gt; of reptiles. And most of all, I cannot stand things that suddenly &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pop up&lt;/span&gt; in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few times watching horror movies with Adrian, he declared he will never watch another one with me. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was so scared I squeezed his arm too tightly, it hurts. Besides, he said it's a waste of money to go to the cinema because I covered my eyes all the time, sometimes even my ears because it's the sound effects that are scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed-up shots of reptiles in magazines send goosebumps and shivers down my spine. I hate it! Reptiles, any sort of reptiles especially snakes. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiyorrr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Also, frogs! Though some photos of frogs have brilliant colors but the thought of the frog being all slimy, watery and cold-blooded...urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop-ups. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David always do that to me! I still remember there was this one time I was about to leave my room and was already at my door. Then David, also at his room's door, just next to me suddenly came and "Boo!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeez, I tell you! My reaction got him laughing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed, squatted down and covered my ears. I was scared so badly I started tearing then later laughing. Mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 3 hours in the afternoon at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Karaoke with David and Grace. Our first outing together since David came back from UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not usually sing in karaoke sessions with friends previously because I thought I sounded awful. I only dared sing with a microphone with closed ones, like family and Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Adrian is also another kaki-karaoke, we've made a number of trips to Redbox that I am slowly gaining confidence in my voice, though just a tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally got to sing a few mandarin duet songs with David. There are fews songs that I really like but I can't duet with Adrian since he can't read mandarin characters. Besides, Adrian is so unique that he's into Oldies! Evergreen songs. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was writing on an article about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that will be published in the University Magazine. This is one of our assignments in Design &amp; Layout class. Since there are only 3 of us in the class, we work this project as a group. Small group, I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous semesters the seniors were only required to do the layout. Text could be anything so it was kinda easy. However this time, the lecturer has given us the opportunity to practice what we have learnt in journalism (not that we've learnt much) into this project. So we have to write the article and at the same time do the design and layout of the 4 pages spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the introduction part few days ago but it wasn't good enough for my lecturer so I started again today. Read a few magazines a couple of days ago to see how journalists write, for real. I certainly do not wish my article to start sounding like I'm blogging. Though sometimes quite hard to set a margin as to how I should blog and how I should write for proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will learn to manage that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just put the white wine into the fridge. I've been wanting to drink that bottle since Aunt gave it to us. So today will be the day. Shall have a glass before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen Adrian for a few days. Missed him. Soon enough we'll be celebrating our first year anniversary. Tsk tsk tsk.. I'll have to sigh just how fast time flies. Some memories about our relationship, carved by other onto us, though bad still vividly stored in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is not by choice that I want to remember bad memories. It is so that I just cannot forget it. Though I may have forgiven the person who made that memory, but it has not been forgotten. Sometimes a person you thought was a friend did something so hurtful to you, you'll keep wondering why has he/she done it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, memories make life a better and colorful one. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is also a color. Black memories will show the significance of those bright colored memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the wine and my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! It's raining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Puuur-Fect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115462864417252682?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115462864417252682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115462864417252682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115462864417252682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115462864417252682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/08/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115443527817155607</id><published>2006-08-01T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:52:33.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suey!</title><content type='html'>Damn! Very suey today..sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a freaky weird dream that woke me up in the morning. The dream was about my bf's mom suddenly being my mom. I brought my bf back to "my mom" and she questioned him about all those usual stuffs. Suddenly "my mom" ask him to take the joss stick and pray to the ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously freaky and impossible. Dreams.. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my finger while trying to plug in the hair dryer. There was a glass behind Grace's bed where the plug is. It was some old table glass that we didn't need anymore and we wrapped it up with newspaper and leave it there. So when I tried to reach my hand down to plug the hair dryer, I scratched my finger at the corner of the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! It didn't bleed much but it wouldn't stop. I mean it's not like big pool of blood but just bit and bit on the wound. Even until now I can still see redish on the wound. Painful la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold my steering wheel with my finger stuck out in the air. I couldn't even hold a tight grasp on the steering. I can't even hold my pen properly. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though not suey enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half way to college and I realized I forgot to bring my phone! If it was other ordinary day I would have went on straight to college but not today! My faculty's association is organizing a talk by the U.S. Embassy on J1 and student Visa and I really need my phone. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn back, took my phone and went all the way to college again. When I reached home to take my phone, my brother told me it rang quite a number of times. See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a magical fairy story showing on Hallmark now and I'm really distracted! Besides, David changed our old mouse to a brand new wireless optical mouse which is so small it wasn't nice to hold. I cannot imagine doing work with this mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Guess's Ben later in Sunway. Haven't seen him for ages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger is still aching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a damn busy week and another busy one ahead. Loads of assignment with finals just around the corner. I'm so stressed out and so so lack of proper sleeeeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait for this semester to end. It's a crazy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;++++++++++ Update ++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home after meeting Ben in Starbucks. Haven't been into Starbucks for God-knows-how-long.. Switched to Uncle Lim ever since it was opened in Sunway, lol. Love their Roti Bakar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon ordering my Iced Chocolate, the barrista asked, "Can I ask you a question? Are you a model?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should feel damn happy right? Haha! I answered, "No." with a smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Was drawing in my sketch book while talking to Ben. The sketch book is required as an assignment for my visual communication subject. Said to be as a visual journal so I sort of draw everything and anything in it. I even plain &lt;em&gt;conteng&lt;/em&gt;.. Like small kid trying to draw or a right handed person drawing with left hand sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I debated over Lampe Berger. I knew we're going to talk about it somehow since he's into that "business".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting it in inverted commas because I seriously do not think LB is a business but yet people go around calling themselves businessmen and business women just because they are in it. I'm not strongly against LB but I'm not very fond of it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too many people into the LB pool. Feels as though when I throw one stone at a group of 10 people, 8 out of 10 are from LB. Kinda sickening! Especially when they go around in tailored suits carrying that aroma therapy jar thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the craze of Lampe Berger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;++++++++++ Update ++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115443527817155607?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115443527817155607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115443527817155607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115443527817155607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115443527817155607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/08/suey.html' title='Suey!'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14179178.post-115364566640628372</id><published>2006-07-23T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:25:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since I watched the korean horror movie &lt;em&gt;Voice&lt;/em&gt;, I have been repeating one particular scene in my head. The movie was not really as scary as &lt;em&gt;Fragile - &lt;/em&gt;the scariest so far I have watched; but &lt;em&gt;Voice&lt;/em&gt; is nonetheless haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the last scene where the spirit went into the body of Sun-Min and was speaking to her reflection on the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sun-Min-ah..... *&lt;em&gt;korean korean korean korean&lt;/em&gt;*..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because the name Su Min is actually my youngest sister's name so the character in the movie kind of blend into the whole picture. Sometimes out of the blue, regardless what am I doing, I could repeat that scene in my head and have goosebumps all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Grace about it and now she does it sometimes to just scare me. I'm trying hard to get that scene out of my head but it keeps popping up by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a few sleepless nights few days ago and I was just wondering if it is because of this movie. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was imagining the voice of the character in the movie that do not really exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But back here at home, my voice was being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I haven't been on talking terms for the past few days. This did not happen because I refused to talk to her but rather she refused to listen to me. She just treat me as though I'm invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed this happened because of the phone-call incident which was really nothing at all but she took it in, she took it hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried talking to her but all she did was just ignore it and continue doing what she is doing. Also, she hasn't cared what I do, where I go or when I will reach home since that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this is what I have been fighting for - freedom, but what I wanted wasn't a package that comes together with ignorance and isolation. All that I wanted was just a bit more of understanding from her side with trust and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a church wedding yesterday morning and when Grace asked mom where I went, mom just replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your sister now is 100% free already what, you don't know meh?" - Even though she knew clearly where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a letter from my University congratulating me in making into The Dean's List award where I will receive a certificate on 14th September on the Awards Day. Attached with the letter is another copy to my mom, inviting her to the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed it to her and told her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mi, this letter is about my award for academic achievement, also inviting you to the event..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the letter, tossed it to a side without even looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left her room feeling very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reons.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Reon&lt;/a&gt; said he went through the same thing before but later realized his parents did it for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I cannot understand why is my mom doing this to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I've done my part well, as a daughter, a sister, and a student but she never seem to feel satisfied or proud about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do not think I did anything wrong to fight for my personal freedom and I think I do not deserve to be treated the way she does to me. But anyhow I feel the guilt when she refused to talk to me. I feel it all the time even though I shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When talked about this to my lecturer, he told me children will always remained as children in parent's heart. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I am 20, soon to be 21 and all that I've asked for was just for her to let go off me a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But she gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14179178-115364566640628372?l=christinessy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/feeds/115364566640628372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14179178&amp;postID=115364566640628372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115364566640628372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14179178/posts/default/115364566640628372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinessy.blogspot.com/2006/07/voice.html' title='Voice'/><author><name>Christinesy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011914425539469117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpLc8aFyYf0/TszzQGzMaJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-LEn1mSinw8/s220/294495_10150301541673517_531648516_8076726_1067636175_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
