<?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-1327449187797145720</id><updated>2011-12-11T21:22:12.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would life be without you?</title><subtitle type='html'>It would be meaningless without you around me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3878326069027150983</id><published>2011-12-11T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:22:12.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-H-A-N-G-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No matter what changes they are, it's something that no one can avoid or ignore. It is something that happen in everyone's life. Some people, somehow has to be the one with Tolerance as their middle name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's amazing when the surrounding people tend to change; be it good or bad. It's like a culture shock because they tend to do something they never did. For possession, they are willing to do anything; in a good or bad way. But still, it doesn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-3878326069027150983?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3878326069027150983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3878326069027150983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3878326069027150983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3878326069027150983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/12/c-h-n-g-e.html' title='C-H-A-N-G-E'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3050993777074485580</id><published>2011-09-06T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:05:26.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose In A Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was never this sad, she was never this down. But lost in a battle would really made her day a bad one. It was a battle like forever. And so, she was left alone in the dessert. Remembering how she lost, how she was defeated. But.. was it even a battle? Or she just surrendered herself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only she alone knew the procedure....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-3050993777074485580?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3050993777074485580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3050993777074485580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3050993777074485580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3050993777074485580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/09/lose-in-battle.html' title='Lose In A Battle'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8402208187253958878</id><published>2011-09-05T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T02:47:58.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People keep telling or saying that no matter what happens, life still has to go on. BUT they have seem to forget about some point here. Some people just do not know how to go on. In short, they are lack of guidance. some people needs love and care from they surrounding people. However, they just do not know how to speak up and voice out their wish. Moreover, who would want to bother when they have their own problem too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which is why some people just prefer to keep quiet and let it burst inside them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8402208187253958878?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8402208187253958878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8402208187253958878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8402208187253958878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8402208187253958878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1366031110442129988</id><published>2011-07-31T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:03:12.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I?</title><content type='html'>I supposed by now, I should've known where I stand. No point exhausting myself, it's useless to be calculative over small matter because I truly understand my position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1366031110442129988?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1366031110442129988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1366031110442129988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1366031110442129988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1366031110442129988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-am-i.html' title='Where Am I?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6257020092142292443</id><published>2011-07-26T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:38:33.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was It My Fault?</title><content type='html'>Great disappointment is filling up my soul. It's so unbelievable. Then again, was it my fault that all this happened? I wasn't good in saving awkward situation, but you know better what would happen yet you let it be. Sometimes, there are things that it's best kept in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-6257020092142292443?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6257020092142292443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6257020092142292443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6257020092142292443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6257020092142292443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/07/was-it-my-fault.html' title='Was It My Fault?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4341982264377822491</id><published>2011-07-23T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T12:29:54.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusted People, Reveal Yourself</title><content type='html'>Being sensitive may be annoying, but being neglected is definitely a pain. Imagine that when you wish to share with someone that you trust and hope for word of comfort in return, instead the disappointment stays forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the trusted people gone to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-4341982264377822491?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4341982264377822491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4341982264377822491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4341982264377822491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4341982264377822491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/07/trusted-people-reveal-yourself.html' title='Trusted People, Reveal Yourself'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-470402535067119528</id><published>2011-07-12T07:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T22:16:55.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Go On Or To Leave It</title><content type='html'>Why are decisions that hard  to make? Why do they have to be a list of choices in one's mind and to create confusion? This is crazy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-470402535067119528?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/470402535067119528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=470402535067119528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/470402535067119528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/470402535067119528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-go-on-or-to-leave-it.html' title='To Go On Or To Leave It'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3851411818757154472</id><published>2011-06-24T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:39:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish...</title><content type='html'>It's a wonderful day and I wish and I wish and I wish.... *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me.. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-3851411818757154472?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3851411818757154472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3851411818757154472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3851411818757154472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3851411818757154472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish.html' title='I Wish...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-9121783230730254020</id><published>2011-06-20T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:26:18.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Blog Is Never Gonna Rise Up Again..Is It?</title><content type='html'>3 months of holiday is just making me more likely to be a dead person. Work for a month though. It's not like I don't want to continue but, transportation is one factor, it's difficult especially when you found out that you have to take the work back home and do instead of having a table in the office and submit it on the spot. Yea. I just worked as a part-timer in an accounting firm with my sister and our table has been seated by new trainees. Guess we got no choice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill my time, I just watch movie, read books, help to set up for dinner and wash dishes, go for a drink or some girl talk with my girlfriends etc etc. Another thing that had been giving me headache was my degree option.  Although I have my choice in mind, but I do hope that it's not the wrong  choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about reading books, I have been following one of Francine Pascal's work, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fearless.&lt;/span&gt; It's basically about a girl that was born without the feel of fear named Gaia Moore. Somehow, she inherited it from her lost father. All sorts of test has been put on her, one of them is saving her loved one, Sam Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series has been published when I was in secondary school. It was an old series so obviously I was a bit too late to catch up. But it's still a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n11/n55424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 258px;" src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n11/n55424.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-9121783230730254020?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/9121783230730254020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=9121783230730254020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/9121783230730254020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/9121783230730254020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/06/dead-blog-is-never-gonna-rise-up.html' title='Dead Blog Is Never Gonna Rise Up Again..Is It?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6423183222908864219</id><published>2011-02-17T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:50:12.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There has been a lot of sadness and happiness happening for the past one year.  Blog is getting more dead as time goes by...=.=" There isn't any happiness to share or boast about though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Things hasn't been changing but there are times that makes me wants to go back to the olden days where worries has not yet found me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Will try to update my dear blog more than seldom..=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;c'est tout..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bienvenue, 2011 et bonne chance!&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/1327449187797145720-6423183222908864219?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6423183222908864219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6423183222908864219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6423183222908864219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6423183222908864219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2011/02/2011.html' title='2011..'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1821067690806991483</id><published>2010-09-28T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T02:29:20.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.="""""</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really cannot think of anything to blog about - except for the story of the Mr. Know-It-All-And-Inconsiderate Manager. He's just getting on my nerves everytime I see him. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ARGH*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the thought of him just made me sick of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's just a new manager that had been working there since June, and he liked to do last-minute work, which I really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! He has no sense of responsibility and until the last day of my training, I had never heard any of the F&amp;amp;B staff saying how much they liked him. Instead, all I heard were just dislike and how annoying he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even my last day of training, he wouldn't let me finished it with PEACE. Asked me and another trainee, Sam with one F&amp;amp;B staff to distribute flyers on Ramadhan promotion at Giant. Okay, I don't mind doing it. But, he, as a manager wasn't even with us to do it! We were just trainee and yet he just leave us doing it! Leaving us to go out of the hotel and do things on our own WITHOUT any superior's supervision! If anything happened to us, would he be responsible?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imagined me wearing high heels, and walked around. I didn't just walk around Giant, I walked almost all shop lots around it under the hot sun!(It was 2pm)  I didn't even expect him to ask me to do it on the last day or Ramadhan. I'm sorry to say this, but I wonder where was his brain. Please, who would want to eat outside when it's the last day of Ramadhan even if it's a cheaper price?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fine. I let it go. Then came another stupid idea of his, on the same day. He asked me and Sam to design wordings for the restaurant and staff canteen. ARGH! This really got on our nerves. Raya was already the next day and he only asked us to do it the day before. He left so much work for me to do and everything was last minute! How smart he was! We didn't care and we just did whatever we could. Honestly, it was ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I almost argued with him because he scolded me for nothing! I just didn't like it when he accused me for nothing, accused me when he's just being lazy for not doing his job as a manager! My explanation just didn't get into his ears and brain. Lucky my supervisor was there to help me out and prove that what I had said was true. I wonder, was it because he didn't understand my English or his brain wasn't at the right place? Honestly, he never even taught me anything and all he knew was just ordering me doing this and that. Even making his every-morning coffee became my job! Okay, I can accept this though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because of him, everyday I wished the time would just reach 5pm in a blink. I wished he wouldn't be in his room and get out of my sight. I wished he would just let me do my work in peace. I was already ready to 'fight' with him if he wrote something wrong in my appraisal. Not that he had to write everything good about me, but something that it's not right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He as a manager didn't even know how to motivate his own staff. How was he going to survive? Front Office Assistant Manager was just a b****! Treated only manager and not manageress good. Not even her staff. Once in a while I should say. I never greeted her because I wasn't like her, a hypocrite. I didn't see why I should respect her when she didn't. It made me feel no pride. I'm not her dog, nor her maid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I guess I feel much better now..=.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1821067690806991483?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1821067690806991483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1821067690806991483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1821067690806991483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1821067690806991483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='=.=&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4589406595851502134</id><published>2010-07-17T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:42:19.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*CHAK*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; had just spammed my chat box and complained that I hadn't been updating my blog. Well, I seriously had no idea what to blog about. I'm not a full-time blogger or even a part-time blogger. =.=" (joking joking =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, everyone in BDH 34 will be having their training and so am I. My next destination? my own hometown. Yes, that's right. In Sandakan. Mum's been complaining that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;SHOULD NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;MUST NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; again to choose anywhere near the water. So basically, no more islands for me this time. So, I just had to choose somewhere ON GROUND which led me to choose Sabah Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's now pounding so fast to think that my training is gonna start soon. Real soon, I mean. Well, my darling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yen Wei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has already gone through her training a week earlier due to the request from her hotel (Smart.. =.=")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 4 days since the day I arrived and I feel so useless for sleeping most of the time. Well, I went out for tea time with two of my friends and we talked quite a lot of stuff; everything that we have missed and not updated. so basically it's more likely to be gossip time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't really enjoy flying for almost 3 hours on a plane to Sandakan. It hurt my backbone and neck. Expecially when you are sitting at almost the 'tail' of the plane. You just feel like vomitting. *urgh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time to wish for something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~I wish that my training this time would be a meaningful one (pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~I hope time would pass very quickly but useful at the same time. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone, wish you all the best and see you in 3 months time...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;xoxo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I hope that my blog is raising from 'death' now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Although it's just ONE post..=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-4589406595851502134?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4589406595851502134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4589406595851502134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4589406595851502134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4589406595851502134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2010/07/chak.html' title='*CHAK*'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4389056745219859270</id><published>2010-04-09T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:32:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I blog about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What more..Diploma has officially ended and who's continuing and who's not..Not so sure... But one thing for sure; I'll miss each and everyone. All the times that I had with them is just too precious to be priced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 years I've been with this bunch of crazy and siao siao people in group 4. We were strangers to each other for the first day in class, and after weeks classes, we became close and after months of it, the 'true' colours in everyone had been revealed.=P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were laughters, sadness, tears and even argument but we stay as one. We worked as a team and it's the best thing that I liked the most about us being together. I can never have such good group. Group 4 is always the best in my heart..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were just like a big family tree. We had grandparents, parents and kids, relatives. People looked at us with frowning faces as they heard us calling "grandpa! daddy! mama!" But we enjoyed it, didn't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had all sorts of names given; Soul Suckers, The Batangs, Blonde etc etc. all funny names but we acknowledged them, proves how sporting we were...Which was why we were fated to be in a group. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love you guys so much. Not going to forget each other, will we? Hope so.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-4389056745219859270?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4389056745219859270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4389056745219859270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4389056745219859270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4389056745219859270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-should-i-blog-about.html' title='What should I blog about?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5849282172430695029</id><published>2010-02-14T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:57:19.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GREAT APOLOGY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for not updating my blog. Really feeling lazy and I don't know what to blog about. Let's see. First day of CNY was all about staring at the desktop (dad bought for 二姐), listening to mum and 大姐 chit chatting, listening to music (as always) and at last seeing 大姐 fell asleep. =.= That's what basically I did for today.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finals is just around the corner and my preparation is simply not enough. Gosh. How I wish I could turn back the time. Lately, there has been a lot of problems popping out. I don't blame them for popping out but why now? It's so frustrating.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How I wish I could just close my eyes and the next thing I know, everything would be different. Everything would be what I've always wanted. But...I won't be so fortunate right??&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Chinese New Year...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine's Day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, you...&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-5849282172430695029?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5849282172430695029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5849282172430695029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5849282172430695029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5849282172430695029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-day.html' title='What a day.....'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6909740409891942548</id><published>2010-01-07T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:03:09.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Target, New Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another new year has come and everything starts all over again; college, lifestyle, routine etc etc. I managed to meet up with some old friends before they leave for further studies. One of my besties, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has left for KDU yesterday and she's doing fine. Hope she will. =) It'll be her first day at college tomorrow. Good luck, mate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As time goes by, fear in me gets worst. Everything just scares me off. Whatever I think of, the consequences that I will think have to be a negative one. I can't help it. I'm being such a coward since don't know when. How pessimistic. One thing for sure I know. I'm lack of confidence. I'm afraid to face the situation because I'm a coward. I'm afraid to go through it because I don't have confidence inside me. My future is in my hand. I handle it fully. Which is why it scares me off because I don't know what will my future be. No one knows. How will my road of journey in front be? Is it as perfect as a newly-made highway? Or will it be a crooked, creepy and steeply road with holes and trees all over, making me difficult to continue my journey? Honestly, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I'm into something, something in my heart just stop me. I will lose focus on it. This is not right. This shouldn't be the way. In just a blink, it's already 7th January 2010. A week has gone. Fear has increased double, heartbeat pounds faster as ever. What am I supposed to do to stop all this fear and worries? Possibly, anyone that I can turn to? All these fears are unspeakable. I don't know what they are. They are just disturbing my mind and soul and not telling me who they are. This is a total insane. What is my destiny trying to tell me? I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Road of life is never easy to walk. That's why it's called "Life". It's a journey, with obstacles everywhere. So suspicious that you can't see them until you reach closer to them. Until a period of time, your destiny is in front, waiting for you to come and meet them. Good? Or bad? No idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things been running in my mind for quite some time. Now, I know what I should be doing, what I should be thinking, what I should go after first and after that, what is the important thing in life and after that. To overcome my fear, I should face it. To make my heart beats normally, I should relax my mind and not think it the hard way. To do things I want to do, I should build up my confidence and plan for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New year, new target, new resolution. Will see if this is a good year for me. (It doesn't turn out good for me in 2009 - well, all the years are never really good years for me though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If You are listening and watching over, You know what I've always wanted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-6909740409891942548?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6909740409891942548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6909740409891942548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6909740409891942548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6909740409891942548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-target-new-resolution.html' title='New Year, New Target, New Resolution'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5531014891234133371</id><published>2009-11-21T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:57:51.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To: Someone I know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till the end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one can ever let you down..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;except yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You deserve better than that..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life has to go on even how down are you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just to let you know that..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll always be there for you - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no matter what.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Someone has to stop somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-5531014891234133371?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5531014891234133371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5531014891234133371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5531014891234133371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5531014891234133371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote-of-dayfor-you.html' title='Quote of the day...For You'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1268947240439700368</id><published>2009-11-08T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:43:45.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest friend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the 8th of November 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a baby girl was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and she was named....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nicolette J. Nierras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend that I've known for almost 9 years and it's her big day today. Called her at 12:32am when I was having supper with my mates after our event. She haven't slept yet and maybe she was waiting for my call. :P We talked for quite awhile and it reminded me of our school time. How I wish that time would turn back to the olden days. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was one of my best-est &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;amie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and even until now, we still keep in touch with each other. Whenever I go back, I would call her out for lunch or dinner or have a drink at our usual place. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Instead of counting candles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Or tallying the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Contemplate your blessings now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As your birthday nears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Consider special people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who love you, and who care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And others who’ve enriched your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just by being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Think about the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Passing years can never mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Experiences great and small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That have made you who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Another year is a happy gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So cut your cake, and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Instead of counting birthdays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I count blessings every day!" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-by Joanna Fuchs- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of it, our event was considered to be a successful one. Although there's some technical problems, but still we managed to pull it through. I'm glad that it's all over now. Only for the time being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1268947240439700368?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1268947240439700368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1268947240439700368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1268947240439700368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1268947240439700368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-my-dearest-friend.html' title='To my dearest friend.....'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3553749113789370581</id><published>2009-11-04T18:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:47:42.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that you wanted to see me so badly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that you were happy spending time with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that you enjoyed doing things with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that you enjoyed walking with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that you missed me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that we were both happy to be there for each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that we had fun together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that we were meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that we had fallen for each other under the same sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that we had become one of them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that I had the feel again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought...that things would go the way it should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I know...that whatever I've thought...it's just a thought...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not real..&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;or perhaps&lt;/span&gt;, it's never real...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-3553749113789370581?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3553749113789370581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3553749113789370581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3553749113789370581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3553749113789370581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thought.html' title='I Thought....'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1489036188911905015</id><published>2009-11-01T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:52:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It came back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It came back..again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss it very much. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't ask for much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just some time before it ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1489036188911905015?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1489036188911905015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1489036188911905015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1489036188911905015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I'm done with it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything about you, I wouldn't want to care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although deep down in me, I still wanted to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I supposed you don't need it from me anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me realised that it's not worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to you, I have a new goal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to you, I know what exactly I want in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to you, I know how to say 'no' when it's necessary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you never realised &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I've done more things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you than you and I expected &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without complaining.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you never realised how hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is for me to overcome all this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to someone, I'm awake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For once and for all, that's the first and the last time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would drop my tears over you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't worth my tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I had no idea why it happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to fix it... =)&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-3767407726766861021?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3767407726766861021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3767407726766861021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3767407726766861021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3767407726766861021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8814074820643987408</id><published>2009-10-20T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:03:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back, dear brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a year plus I haven't seen him, he's finally back! Last saturday, I was at Mid Valley's MPH with Dai Lou and when I called my mum asking whether I could buy the book that I wanted, she suddenly mentioned " Hey, you know Jeremiah's in KL now?" I'm like "Really?" I knew he was going back to Sandakan on the 21st but I didn't know that he was going to stay in KL for 4 days! I quickly called him and he was complaining how long he had to wait for his room to be ready and bla bla bla. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I planned to mmet him up and he said " I want to go to Mid Valley" =.=" So in the end, I went to Mid Valley AGAIN the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met him up at around 2 and I almost couldn't recognise him because he's GAINED WEIGHT! He kept asking me " Celestine, I really gain weight d?" "Yes, yes, yes. You've gained weight d la. Loss some weight la you." The girlfriend said he said he would do, but in the end he just talk big only. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, after that we went to Shogun in Sunway for dinner. So, I called up my other cousin to see whether he could join us or not since he couldn't join us at Mid Valley. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we were eating, we talked about our childhood stories where we used to play 老鹰抓小鸡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at our grandma's house because we used to visit our grandma every Friday. There were 8 of us and the house would be so noisy. It's really fun. Kinda miss those times. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to sleep over at his house every Saturday after church. I still remembered the night when he sang "My Way", he sang so loud that he even asked me a stupid question "Do you think our neighbours would hear me?" I laughed like mad and his mum, also my godmother came into the room and frowned at us. She too thought that her son was crazy after listening to him singing - I recorded it without him knowing. :P &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He used to fetch me up from school if my mum was busy with her extra classes. So, we would go for lunch or I would hang out at his house. He's the only cousin I could hang out with because he's the only one left in Sandakan. Well, there were one or two but they were busy working so I seldom spend time with them unless it's Friday. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394707591630508354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/St3Z-OI9UUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kCfliSQqIOg/s320/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my plate. Miss them so much!!Muacks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394707624320454754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/St3aAH62UGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/kap5vXqPlvc/s320/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miah's mooncake. They're so cute..heehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394707635840596994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/St3aAy1dvAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/n2dXrYF28IA/s320/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My bros: Alvin(left) and Miah (right) &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You really have to loss weight la miah... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So that's the end of our meeting. Thought of meeting him today for dinner but I couldn't make it. Gonna miss you miah. Will find some time to get crazy at your house with salie and tung tung ok? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8814074820643987408?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8814074820643987408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8814074820643987408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8814074820643987408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8814074820643987408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-back-dear-brother.html' title='Welcome back, dear brother!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/St3Z-OI9UUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kCfliSQqIOg/s72-c/DSC01533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6193461691290333210</id><published>2009-10-03T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:14:37.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I come across this interesting stories of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese Mid Autumn F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estival&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mooncake Festival.&lt;/span&gt; It's about how this festival was first celebrated...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chang'e and Hou Yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long long ago, there were 10 suns on the sky. They burnt all the plants on the earth. People were dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, a hero whose name was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hou Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; used his bow and arrows to shoot down nine of them. All the people on the earth were saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, the queen of heaven gave Hou Yi a bottle elixir which could make Hou Yi become an immortal but the elixir was only efficacious for one person. Hou Yi did want to become an immortal but he wanted to stay with her beautiful wife &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chang'e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more, so he didn't drink the elixir and asked his wife Chang'e to keep it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hou Yi was becoming more and more famous after he shot down the nine suns and more and more men wanted Hou Yi to be their master. Most of them were accepted by Hou Yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not every student of Hou Yi had good morality. Feng Meng, one of his students, wanted to seize his elixir. One day, Hou Yi went hunting with his students but Feng Meng pretended to be ill and stay at home. When making sure Hou Yi had gone he went to Hou Yi's house and tried to force Chang'e to give him the elixir. Chang'e knew she couldn't defeat Feng Meng so she drank the elixir immediately. The elixir made her become an immortal and fly higher and higher. Finally, she stopped on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From then on, people often pray Chang'e for fortune and safety. Especially on the Mid-Autumn Festival they prepared lots of foods for Chang'e. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jade Rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, three immortals who were living in the heaven came to the earth. They asked a fox, a monkey and a rabbit to find some food for them respectively. The fox and the monkey both found something for the three immortals while the rabbit got nothing. The rabbit felt very sorry for the three immortals. Finally, he jumped into the fire and said to the three immortals "eat me, please!" the three immortal were deep moved by the rabbit. They decided to entitle the rabbit a reputation of "Jade Rabbit" and let him accompany Chang'e in the Moon Palace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Other Moon Festival Legends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;According to another legend, on this day the "Man in the Moon" was spotted at an inn, carrying a writing tablet. When questioned, he said he was recording the names of all the happy couples who were fated to marry and live happily forever after. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accordingly, just as June is the traditional month for exchanging nuptials in the west, many Chinese weddings are held during the eighth lunar month, with the fifteenth day being the most popular.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just thought of sharing the history of it. :/ because they remind me of something... :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOONCAKE FESTIVAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE!!!!&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/1327449187797145720-6193461691290333210?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6193461691290333210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6193461691290333210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6193461691290333210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6193461691290333210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-come-across-this-interesting-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-891012043943368283</id><published>2009-09-21T15:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:46:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy..Busy...Busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been so busy these few days of Raya; helping aunt for Raya preparation, beraya-ing at my friend's house, Amanda and last but not least, packing luggage. That's right. I'm leaving tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time is passing so fast but I manage to catch up with my friends. :) Had BBQ and steamboat, which Jie couldn't join in. Well, obviously she merajuk-ed because we had it without her in. But we'll have it again in December when all of us are going to be back for another Christmas gathering. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383821025598740690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrcssrUXmNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/y0VzhEqmIgk/s320/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Steamboat at home. Jie... we'll do one again in December, okay??&lt;br /&gt;Don't merajuk ah... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went for a night out with the girls and we went to The Mark's Lodge for dinner; Amanda, Chang, Nicolette and Sharon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383817611605982130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Srcpl9NEO7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/KZ38Gtg61c8/s320/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The food that we ordered. Quite appetising huh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Had some crazy photos and we talked about our secondary school times, where we always made history in school; the noisest class and so forth. Naughty students. :P. We really lost contact with most of them - maybe we are still in contact with half of the class but not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383819348911600050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrcrLFLAMbI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Ex4qIN5PCAM/s320/7628_1209756396298_1000367444_30673349_3855858_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Ex-Cecilians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went for Raya at my aunt's house and it's so packed! 200-300 people were invited, according to Cindy jie jie. WOO!!! Anyway, managed to have a photo with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383820277492979074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrcsBIaDlYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3U9ui-38DEo/s320/IMAGE_330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me, Cindy jie jie and Lui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383820589753423714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrcsTTqv12I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9esi8jO7T-k/s320/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my godmother, Aunty Adele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had photos of mum doing crazy faces as well, but hmm...not going to post it..haha!!! So that's all folks. My friends in KL, see you tomorrow - or maybe the day after tomorrow and we shall start studying again. Awh! My friends in Sandakan, we shall meet again when we meet again. ;) I'll see you guys in December. Love you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;U-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;!&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/1327449187797145720-891012043943368283?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/891012043943368283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=891012043943368283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/891012043943368283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/891012043943368283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/busybusybusy.html' title='Busy..Busy...Busy...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrcssrUXmNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/y0VzhEqmIgk/s72-c/DSC01505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5457330246849907134</id><published>2009-09-18T17:28:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:01:53.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Inspires Me To Go On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few weeks ago, Sharon showed me a video called "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Song From A Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" but it wasn't played by Secret Garden, instead it was played by the winner of Eurovision Song Contest, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alexander Rybak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't notice how talented he was until I watch his performance in the show "I Kveld", a Norwegian show. Yes, he's a Norwegian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He composed his own song for the contest, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and it's now out for sale. Apparently, I doubt that they are selling it here in Malaysia. Well, I could still update myself about his music in Youtube though. *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Frankly speaking, he's so talented and I guess it wasn't easy to compete in that contest because it involved all the Europe countries; Iceland, Greece, Turkey, Russia, Spain, Azerbaijan, Finland etc etc. All I could say about Alexander's performance was "fantastic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moment I watched him, he made me realised that I shouldn't have stopped. In fact, I should continue although it may not be a fast progression. But someone once told me that "nothing will be achieved by standing still, but there'll be a big accomplishment even with small moves. " I may not be great or smart, but I supposed if I'm willing to continue and with hardwork, there wouldn't be a problem for me to succeed. Just like him. See, he's now well-known for his achievement in the whole world - maybe not exactly the whole world and that's for sure because he had been trained since he was 10 by his parents who are both professional musicians. It runs in his blood which explains where he is standing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He inspires me to learn violin. I once thought that I wanted to learn violin and flute. I should polish up my skills so that it won't be wasted, my parents money won't be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I got back here, I would at least touch the piano although I don't play it fluently. However, by touching it, even by playing a simple song, it makes my hands to play smoother than it was before. I'm still thinking of a place that I could just play the notes...to release stress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382833633162251842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrOqq32pTkI/AAAAAAAAAao/gsmJFJpeKm8/s320/Alexander+Rybak.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Alexander Rybak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The one who inspires me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382836795671703250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrOti9Hp7tI/AAAAAAAAAaw/tKiEMNDiRcE/s320/Alexander+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sings as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which inspires me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A new life to begin with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-5457330246849907134?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5457330246849907134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5457330246849907134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5457330246849907134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5457330246849907134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-inspires-me-to-go-on.html' title='What Inspires Me To Go On'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrOqq32pTkI/AAAAAAAAAao/gsmJFJpeKm8/s72-c/Alexander+Rybak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4961650841627243014</id><published>2009-09-17T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:53:49.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl In The Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's a girl in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder who she is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I think I know her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I really wish I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a story in her eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lullabies and goodbyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can tell her heart is broken easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is crying out tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make her feel alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is crying 'cause of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wish there was something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something I could do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would tell her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to be afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pain that she's feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sense of loneliness will fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So dry your tears and rest assured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will find you like before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know nothing really works that easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is crying out tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make her feel alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is crying 'cause of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wish there was something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish there was something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe it's what I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the girl in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe what I see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The girl in my mirror)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl in my mirror is me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohh...is me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is crying out tonigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make her feel alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is crying 'cause of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish there was something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I wish there was something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who shall be blamed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-4961650841627243014?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4961650841627243014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4961650841627243014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4961650841627243014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4961650841627243014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-in-mirror.html' title='The Girl In The Mirror'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6132022982166887175</id><published>2009-09-17T00:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:29:34.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang Life 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yen Wei and I finished our training 3 days earlier so we decided to have lots of fun before going back to KL. Or else, it would be meaningless and it's as if we'd never been to Redang before. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 5th of September, Yen Wei's sister and aunt came to Redang so we went to the resort to pay them a visit. Then that night, we went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Long Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382111018390993074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEZdKDpOLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/RZtYh2u22aE/s320/with+yen+wei%27s+aunt+and+sis.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We and Yen Wei's aunt and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Photographer: Henry Lai (which was why he wasn't in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382112089192227618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEabfGjYyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/N0BhZZjDoeQ/s320/all+of+us+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All of us &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382112338994747522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEaqBsHWII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Vrm06w0ECsc/s320/More+More+Tea+Inn.jpg" border="0" /&gt; More More Tea Inn&lt;br /&gt;(Mo Mo Cha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382112545303597698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEa2CP-koI/AAAAAAAAAaA/XlkrABJa2Ig/s320/all+of+us+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us with the chef&lt;br /&gt;From left: Chef Faizal, Chef Azahar&lt;br /&gt;Back: Chef Asri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382112636902823234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEa7Xe71UI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zDpaBKQXqXw/s320/all+of+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All of us jumping. Erm..Star jump? Is that what it's called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382113787450819378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEb-Vm9AzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iCbykmp6Eq4/s320/with+our+chef+and+my+manager.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our dinner with Chef Fendy, Mr. Rizal (RD Manager) and Chef Faizal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382113953369781858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEcH_tHdmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/y2XKTO8AWq8/s320/redang+sea+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gonna miss you...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day, we went for snorkelling! Honestly, we really tried to have all the funs. We went out at around 9:30 am and returned to the resort at 1:00 pm. Tiring but exciting and fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382115318962745042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEdXe72btI/AAAAAAAAAag/uNN_eKif08A/s320/yen+wei+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yen Wei and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, didnt' really get much pictures from their FB. But it was real fun - although we kind of erm...seasick... But we still enjoyed. :) I saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and his friends and they were beautiful. I used to say that I regretted coming to Redang for training. But I guess I have to take back my words now - because it really created memorable experiences for me. Thanks to my FOA manager, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ms Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (thanks for the dinner as well.hehe), RD Manager and the chefs for all the experiences that has been given to me. Gonna miss it a lot..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-6132022982166887175?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6132022982166887175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6132022982166887175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6132022982166887175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6132022982166887175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/redang-life-2.html' title='Redang Life 2'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SrEZdKDpOLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/RZtYh2u22aE/s72-c/with+yen+wei%27s+aunt+and+sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3736867657881279111</id><published>2009-09-14T16:02:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:09:13.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, me and my sis went to my ex-music school's &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Festival IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I missed those moment when I used to be up on stage with my bandmates 2 years ago. But we didn't manage to take pictures and we left early. So after that we went for dinner at KFC. And after that we went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Veda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for dessert. Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381232331574808706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq36S2ldEII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7yoMKq4aZYg/s320/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Vanilla Classic ice cream..Yummmy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381232514237805714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq36dfDtNJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JXg7TWBUHVE/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cooling Flower Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381232732287604162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq36qLW1FcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nNQFqjrWxkw/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My sis, Ah How and his friend, Jia Wei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I went out with my family for breakfast. Then we sent my sis for dancing class and then me and my mum went to buy gift for her colleague's baby. We went to a new shop called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Baby Kawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The things inside..oh my gosh...they're so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381235446099918722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq39IJGGv4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/kjXmZASwDNc/s320/DSC01482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shoes for baby girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381235859451796850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq39gM833XI/AAAAAAAAAYw/_qN0VRKcaAs/s320/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colourful shoes. See those behind?? Cute right? Right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381235960386634498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq39mE9nQwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/0mFCQC3HV7w/s320/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shoes-like socks for the new-born babies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381240948470288178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq4CIbBbjzI/AAAAAAAAAZA/TOl57upjCIg/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Socks. I like the way they wrap it...It's just so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381241023680079794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq4CMzM157I/AAAAAAAAAZI/2xm7oiAIUQo/s320/DSC01487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dress! I like this one... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I couldn't take photos of the whole shop. The things were just too cute. The little bathtubs, toys, napkins, etc etc. Oh my god.. They reminded me of my cousin, Justin and niece, Yasmin. Yasmin would look real cute on them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381245705706250978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq4GdVG3ouI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_1qNB0JouE0/s320/4662_91223004910_543194910_1793780_4728138_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381246508945657778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq4HMFaET7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/QbiwfhVk1SY/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Justin (but you're a grown-up boy now) *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute little kids....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then I went out with my girls for a drink and mum invited them for BBQ. Jie 'merajuk' because she couldn't join us...Awh.... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381251494757289682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq4LuTAMTtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/IAmKMwvyqVE/s320/DSC01496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing special actually... But I enjoyed eating like this.&lt;br /&gt;Family gathering, right? Except jie wasn't there with us... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-3736867657881279111?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3736867657881279111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3736867657881279111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3736867657881279111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3736867657881279111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-saturday-me-and-my-sis-went-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sq36S2ldEII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7yoMKq4aZYg/s72-c/DSC01471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4227993961790737958</id><published>2009-09-12T14:51:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:22:11.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, I would like to thank my dear, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Fah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for uploading the photos that we've taken when we're at Long Beach. Thank you, dear. So we started out journey to Long Beach at around 7 pm because we jungle-trek there. Cool, huh? Well, it wasn't my idea because at first we planned to go with my gang (yen wei, yew, henry, eunice and michelle) but yen wei said she wanted to go a day earlier with her sis and aunt so they divided into two groups. I eventually joined both groups! *wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were 7 of us including myself and so here we go! Jungle trekking began......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was all 7 of us walking together and then in the end, it would end up only the four of us, Li Fah, Peng, Phil and me. The other 3, Chin, Poh, and Kelvin were walking very fast. Excuse me, it's my first time and it's so damn dark. How did you expect me to walk fast? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the sweats and walking up and down the hills, finally we reached Long Beach at around 8 something. Whoo! What a night. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we had our dinner, but we ordered drinks first because we were damn thirsty! After that, Li Fah said she wanted to go to 'More More Tea Inn' and bought some souvenirs. So we went with Peng and Phil. Eventually, we had already gone our own way. Chin, Poh and Kelvin went to somewhere else. We were playing around, looking for some funny pants for Peng. It was really fun. After that I said to Li Fah "Hey, Li Fah. Let's take pictures!" And so we did.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380474660404689506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtJMlhpemI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ca8Dnxk42ns/s320/me+and+Li+fah.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Li Fah (gonna miss you so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380474976298958514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtJe-UtfrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/JDEC5aFQsuw/s320/Peng+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Crazy Peng, the Dive Instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380475228111587106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtJtoZhRyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oWfizZ8BuUQ/s320/Phil+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Phil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380475557292021074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtKAysQFVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/caX1q3_H3-k/s320/Phil+and+Peng.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Phil and Peng with their crazy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380478703727569650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtM38E8avI/AAAAAAAAAXw/p2Et9FH-OxU/s320/Phile+and+peng.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Phil and Peng as Jack Sparrow and Davy Jones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380476223869360530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtKnl4rGZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/s9vgjzXn0F8/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Phil made my name with the torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380478191384379810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtMaHczwaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4vDo6uEEcCE/s320/phil+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This was what they planned to write. *GRHHH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then Phil reminded me that I wanted to do a tattoo! AND YES!! I DID IT!! YUHOO!!! So we went to his friend's stall and did one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380480234025854802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtORA4fJ1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Xh11WTQl0Tc/s320/out+tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess which one is mine... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After all the photo sessions, we went and meet up with the other 3 guys. We talked and walked for a while and it's already 11 pm. So we jungle - trekked back. By the time we reached the Private Beach, it's already 11 pm plus. Phil wanted to swim at the sea as he was feeling hot. So were we. But we didn't go into the sea. I would just cool my legs at the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380480623233402786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtOnqyzB6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/dkEkov7H1xM/s320/all+four.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our last photo of the day...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, we finished at around 12 am plus. Then we walked back and had a drink at the only restaurant that's opened, Asmadi. That's where we usually had our dinner because that's the only restaurant that's opened during puasa month. We had to walk all the way from our quarters to Asmadi which took us about 15 minutes walk.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We reached quarters at about 1 am plus, had our shower and I started to pack some of my stuff. I couldn't believe that I didn't have much time to have fun. Which was why Yen Wei and I went for snorkelling and we swam as often as possible - which made us tan a little. :/&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't upload the photos that I have with my gang because those photos are not with me. I shall upload them as soon as possible. *wink*&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Fah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for all the fun we have together,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for all the lame jokes and laughter you have given,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my first snorkelling trip,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the ride to Asmadi,&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Phil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for being a tour guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss you guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-4227993961790737958?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4227993961790737958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4227993961790737958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4227993961790737958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4227993961790737958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/redang-life.html' title='Redang Life'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqtJMlhpemI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ca8Dnxk42ns/s72-c/me+and+Li+fah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-2798944163930359329</id><published>2009-09-11T21:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:57:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay... I guess I should keep my promise right? So my promise to my family was to cook dinner for them - and I did! Just some dish that I've learned in Redang. Don't expect them to be presentable and as perfect as my chef did. At least, it's edible.. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380209302689193890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqpX2vAKn6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/amAjsjh2QhE/s320/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Baked lamb, sauteed vege and mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was the first meal that I cooked for my family. Lui and dad quite liked the mashed potatoes. "Not oily" dad said. It's actually made due to Lui's request. She likes it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211167504436258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqpZjR-xDCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/4TJd-me73I8/s320/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jie, I'm sure you know who she's trying to imitate..HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We (mum, Lui, How and me) had a great laugh after dinner. I'm glad we enjoyed the dinner although it's simple.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's something that I've been longing to do and at last I've done it! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380222609117458994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sqpj9RT4sjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kA95yBseJUM/s320/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My lovely tattoo.... See that? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks to Phil for bringing me to do it. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-2798944163930359329?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/2798944163930359329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=2798944163930359329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2798944163930359329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2798944163930359329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/chef-of-day.html' title='Chef Of The Day'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SqpX2vAKn6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/amAjsjh2QhE/s72-c/DSC01467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8661073819924017651</id><published>2009-09-09T15:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:25:32.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Wanted To Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You made me wanted to cry as well when I found out that you cried the time I left. I'm so gonna miss you, the times we had, the jungle trekking we had, the last dinner we had at Long Beach (crazy night though), and the tattoo we did together (wish I could show them the picture now :/) - I'm gonna miss that... See you and take care alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Both of you are two of the craziest person I've met in Redang. I enjoyed your companies although we only knew one another in August. Thank you for everything and I enjoyed the night before I left - jungle trekking. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I never thought we would become friends. Thanks for the nights we spent together and I appreciated it. Thanks for being the tour guide during our jungle trekking. (hehe) I agreed that you said we only knew each other for a short period. I enjoyed watching movies with you, although it's only 2 movies. We could still keep in touch though. Miss you too. Will try my best to go back Redang. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That's the first night that we actually sat down and chatted for so long after 10 weeks. :) Well, all I have to say is you're such a good person. It's comfortable enough to talk to you. You're really caring and I've never regretted in meeting you. Thanks for inviting me back to Redang, but I'll have to see my schedule. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: Will update on the photos in Redang soon.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know who you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8661073819924017651?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8661073819924017651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8661073819924017651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8661073819924017651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8661073819924017651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-wanted-to-say.html' title='Things I Wanted To Say...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7687015796103400444</id><published>2009-09-08T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:30:20.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 10 weeks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she finally made it to the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE'S BACK!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She cried desperately to come back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's gonna miss there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the memories that she had,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all gonna be kept inside her heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love them and miss them so much...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time passes so fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything that has happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happened in just a blink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm gonna miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-7687015796103400444?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7687015796103400444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7687015796103400444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7687015796103400444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7687015796103400444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-10-weeks-she-finally-made-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5070240560652839368</id><published>2009-08-27T11:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:38:54.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Very Unlucky Phone Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;hese few days I was asked to work 12-8pm shift due to the muslims for buka puasa-ing. So apparently, the whole FO department there's only 4 persons who aren't puasa-ing. So two persons handle baggy and two persons handle front desk. It's already 8pm so I said to my manager "Ms. Christine, I go back first ah," then she said "Okok, but help me handle this guest first," So I said fine. When I was handling them, the phone rang. And the conversation went....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me:Salam sejahtera, reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Halo! ok! Dengar sini a! Lu tau ini bilik nombo apa a?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Looking at the phone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me:288? (two eight eight?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: 288?! (DUA LAPAN LAPAN?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Look again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Me: O. Sorry sir. 208 (two 'o' eight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Ha! Kamu tau bilik ini apa masalah a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;(bubbles going up from my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: I'm sorry sir. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: (sighing) Saya tidak mau ulang begitu banyak kali! Jangan buat saya puta sana sini bolehka? Saya suda bagitau banyak kali sama tak tau berapa olang suda o! saya tidak mau ulang banyak kali o! Dengar a! Saya punya bilik dari pagi tak ada olang cuci! Tandas tak ada olang cuci! Itu sampah tak ada olang angkat! Mana sudah itu olang cuci?! Suda lali a?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;(So blur but still have to handle first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Sorry sir, I'll ask the housekeeper to clean it for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(Cannot change language already -_-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Kamu jangan cakap cakap itu english sama saya. Saya punya english tak belapa bagus punya a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: O. Okay. Jadi bilik encik sudah satu hari tak cuci yaka? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Yala! Saya kelua tadi jam 3 sampai sekarang pun blm ada olang datang cuci lagi. Ha! Pigi mana sudah itu olang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Adakah encik letak itu DND sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Saya ada letak itu itu itu ma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; (huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Itu please make up my bed sign ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: HA! tapi tak ada olang datang pun! Ha! Saya kelua pun ada nampak itu olang cuci bilik punya ma. Kenapa tak ada cuci bilik saya? Kamu tau saya siapa ka? Saya itu BVC punya member lama sudah o! Kamu jangan main main sama saya o!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(I don't give a damn though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Okay. Minta maaf encik. Saya akan call housekeeping suruh mereka bersihkan bilik encik sekarang. Saya akan call encik balik lepas seminit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Mau saya tunggu seminit lagi a?! Saya suda tunggu lama lo. Saya mau mandi pun tak boleh lo c-kalang. Itu itu tuala pun tak ada olang tukar kasi saya. Ha! Saya mau guna apa lap o? Ei, saya dengan anak-anak saya pun belum mandi lagi o. Semalam saya call itu olang suru bawa tuala, itu bantal sama itu itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;(asking the wife)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; 那个叫什么啊？(What is that called?) Ah! Itu BLANKET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Okay. Saya akan call-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;'Sam pat guest: Lagi lagi! Jangan letak itu telepon dulu. Saya belum habis cakap lagi. Sama itu a, itu klau kita sudah itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;checkin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;a, kalau kita sudah masuk itu bilik bukan ada buah makan punya ka. Ha! Kenapa c-kalang tak ada sudah? Mana sudah pigi itu buah? Itu olang cuci bilik suda culi makan a?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(wth?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me:..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Nanti a, saya ada dua malam lagi di sini. Saya balik pigi itu KL saya misti akan complain sama itu HQ punya manager. Haiya, saya bagitau la. Kalau itu tak cukup olang cuci bilik a, suru kamu punya itu tauke VINCENT TAN panggil banyak plang lagi la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(ARGH....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Okay encik. Saya akan panggil orang cuci bilik encik sekarang-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Sama satu lagi. Jangan letak telepon dulu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;(-_-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; Itu kamu punya servit itu macam punya a? Kamu tidak malu punya ka?! Sama itu pillow a. Aiyo! hitam butul o. Mau saya bawa pigi itu lobby kasih kamu tengok a? (Ms. Christine: 拿来啦! Bring here la) Okay. C-kalang a, saya mau pigi makan dulu. Lepas setengah jam kamu datang cuci. Saya masi boleh guna itu tuala lama punya, tak apa. Nanti lepas setengah jam kamu datang cuci bilik saya a! Sapa kamu punya itu manager?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Siapa kami punya manager? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(Looking at Ms. Christine. She looked so pek chek.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; Ms. Christine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Ms. Christine? Itu cina a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me:Ya ya. Yang itu cina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Klau saya ada masalah, saya bole cali dia la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Ya. Jadi nanti lepas setengah jam saya suruh housekeeping pergi bersih bilik encik ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Lepas setengah jam a. Bawa sekali itu tuala, blanket, sama itu pillow. Mau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;besi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; punya ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Me: Okay encik. Lepas setengah jam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Sam pat' guest: Okay. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(And he hung up the phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;And that's how it went for almost 2o minutes because he was saying the same thing over and over again. And he was so rude that he had to cut my sentences MOST OF THE TIME! My manager also got pissed off because it was his fault because instead of putting the sign "PLEASE MAKE UP MY ROOM", he put "DND" sign! Even after one hour he left, the "DND" sign was still on. It's so obvious that it's his fault! Even after the conversation, Ms. Christine still went and talked to him personally for about an hour. My goodness!! He just wouldn't want to shut up. After that, my rooms division manager, Mr. Rizal called me in and asked to repeat the whole conversation. He was laughing at how fussy was the guest and I told him that honestly, I was glad that it happened to me because it's an experience for me. Mr Rizal said it's because I would have something to write on my report. -_-" Nah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#2F3871;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I couldn't believe that it's the resort's fault. So I went and looked for Yen Wei to ask whether she knew about this. "Even until four pm the DND sign was still on! We met the wife and she asked us to quickly clean her room because her husband was vbery furious." We knew that it's his fault but what to do? He's the guest and we're the service provider. "Customers are always right" They are misusing their rights! Apple 姐 said that he's 'CINA BUKIT' because he complained to her as well on the day he checked in. Saying that he wanted to have his room upgraded and bla bla bla. He thought he was the only BVC member of the resort. It's his problem and yet he wanted to make it such a big fuss. Like Mr. Rizal said "You're finishing your training soon and now only you are facing this kind of problem." Yea.. I agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-5070240560652839368?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5070240560652839368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5070240560652839368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5070240560652839368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5070240560652839368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-very-unlucky-phone-conversation.html' title='One Very Unlucky Phone Conversation'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8381398388922283309</id><published>2009-08-13T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:21:16.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is my off day and I'm here in the room helping Li Fah with the task given by Mr. Michael regarding the Ghost Festival. FYI, Li Fah is a student of UM and I met her on my first day of training. Pei San her ex-roomate had finishder her training and so Rosalind moved to stay with her. She had also finished her training and so I stay with her. To sum up everything, she has changed her roomate 3 times..poor thing. She'll only finish her training on the 23rd Oct. So long and even after we've finished ours, she'll still have to struggle and survive for another 45 days before leaving this island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had an hour of conversation with an old friend of mine just now, saying how happy she is with her life-partner-to-be. So happy for her that she's giving it a try. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone is sleeping and I have no idea what to do now...Shall I continue my story? I don't have any inspiration right now to continue. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ciao for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Where is your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when I'm not around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8381398388922283309?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8381398388922283309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8381398388922283309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8381398388922283309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8381398388922283309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/08/off-day.html' title='Off Day'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7807725197780022164</id><published>2009-08-08T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:31:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To: you know who you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so sorry that it happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It shocked me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But no matter what, life has to go on, right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things will be at it's right place when it's the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time will mend everything I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be so sad okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will see you in 2 months time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay...I am only away from the outside for a month plus and I am so outdated. I didn't even know what has happened until I read blogs and go FB. Oh no...It just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me. Don't know why all this happen. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 has now spread to Sandakan and how am I supposed to go back by FLIGHT? Some of the schools are said to have closed down and one of them are in cri&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tical condition that they have to spray some kind of chemical around the school..OMG... This one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me too. I've been wondering how am I supposed to sit on a plane for 3 hours just to go back hometown.. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?Willing to go with me while visiting my hometown?? :(&lt;br /&gt;hehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four more weeks to go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28 days to suffer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I'm done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-7807725197780022164?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7807725197780022164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7807725197780022164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7807725197780022164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7807725197780022164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-you-know-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8832607407777043942</id><published>2009-08-05T21:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:31:42.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. Kitchen week has gone and FO (Front Office) week has come. It's the third day I'm in FO and I'm doing quite good. Just somehow I miss kitchen life. I miss the laughter and fun that I had with some of the chef. FO somehow is quite boring because it's quite empty in the office. I might bore to death someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really don't know how to spend my nights in the room. When I was working in Kitchen, the last 2 weeks I work night shift and the rest of them (Yen Wei, Yew, Henry, Eunice and Michelle) work morning shift. By the time I reach quarters, they slept already. So again, I spend the night looking at the four white tall walls and when I had enough looking at them, I'd sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing that I might do was to hear music and write stories. Yes, stories. I had been doing it since secondary school just that I never shared. I still remembered the story that I wrote about my friend and her idol. It's a homework given by my English teacher and it's only a more-than-350- words essay, but I ended up writing it til 10 pages. It's way tooooo long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to write story in my SPM because I was not good at writing facts and I couldn't guarantee that I could write til 350 words but yes when it's writing stories. Frankly, I have 3 stories in the queue for me to complete because I have promised my friends that I would write for them. But, all I need to say is I'm so sorry because it's the third year and I still haven't completed them. I just couldn't find a good storyline for it. Please bear with me alright? Your stories will someday reach your hands. I promise. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jie is not coming over to Redang because no one wants to come with her. Mum mentioned about  coming over during school holidays but it's towards the end of my training and I'm going back as well so better don't waste the $ to come over to this so-called high class resort. Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another thing to do as well and that is giving Henry piano theory lesson. He's so passionate about learning that he asked to teach him. So since I also have nothing to do, I agreed to teach him some and those that I remembered. Hehe.. I've forgotten some actually but still could recall back some.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four more weeks to go and I'm done...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely...&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save me...&lt;br /&gt;It would be best if it's you who save me from loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8832607407777043942?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8832607407777043942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8832607407777043942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8832607407777043942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8832607407777043942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-2952199155383775314</id><published>2009-07-23T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:28:33.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Fairness and Justice Gone To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess what. Lots of things had happened here during our training. Conflicts and stuff. Don't wanna mention because they pissed me off. I wondered why do people always get mixed up with 'TRAINING' and 'WORKING'. They always take us as their 'WORKER' and not 'TRAINEE'. It's fine to ask us do some stuff because this is how we get to know how does things work BUT it's not their right to control us especially things that are out of their power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days they tend to say words that it's sore to our ears. Sometimes we couldn't resist our tears from dropping and all we could do was to tolerate, hold on and go through it. I know that "if we fall and couldn't get ourselves up, we are failure" but this is not the way to let us feel the pain. This is called doing it on purpose and taking things for granted because we are TRAINEES! FOC TRAINEES! Honestly, we thought to ourselves whether we really learnt something or we just helped them finished up their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't their people so they look down on us. So we gotta show them that they are messing with the wrong group. Nah-ah. We'll do what is right and fight for what is wrong.  It's not wrong for us to apply everything we've been taught right? We're all learning FYI and we're not here for them to release anger.They thought they could control us as if they were our superior. HELLO! Please, look in the mirror for one sec! We're just on the same line you asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those that have the same post as us, don't you dare think that you could get onto our head because you don't have the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-2952199155383775314?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/2952199155383775314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=2952199155383775314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2952199155383775314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2952199155383775314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-have-all-fairness-and-justice.html' title='Where Have All The Fairness and Justice Gone To?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7651066256477051570</id><published>2009-07-14T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:08:20.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result has finally come out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My result....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUT!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a nightmare to see it. We were all so freakin' scared about it. But it kinda disappoints me because it wasn't like what I expect although mum and dad always say "it's ok." I'm not trying to have a high requirement but just want to have a better result. I'm glad that I'm able to go through all this and continue to the next term. But what worries me for now is my other bunch of friends. Those that I spent time and effort teaching til late at night (even through MSN explaining) and accompanying them til the end. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys, hope you all could make it through. I don't expect much but just as long as you guys have made an effort then it's fine. *wink*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bro, I know you wouldn't disappoint me. Like you said so. ;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-7651066256477051570?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7651066256477051570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7651066256477051570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7651066256477051570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7651066256477051570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/07/result-has-finally-come-out.html' title='Result has finally come out...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3481448168065483455</id><published>2009-07-14T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:43:03.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yup. It's my off day today and I'm borrowing Michelle's laptop and broadband to go online; update and read blogs, visit facebook. Yesterday was my first day at Beach Restaurant. The senior staff there were nice especially one. She taught me how to cook the soups and stuff. She even said she would teach me how to make sushi. OMG! But I've gotta wait til thursday because tomorrow is our orientation day. After 2 weeks of training, at last we are having our orientation day. Fyi, it's because the HR manager was out of town and he's just come back. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a croissant yesterday. The bakery abang gave it to me and it reminded me of Chef Karam's croissant. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I miss it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :( Anyway, yesterday I was kinda early to work so I hung out at the Commissary Kitchen with Henry and his senior staff, Bella. (It's actually Saiful, but I don't have to explain more :P) So Bella was calling me "Amoi!" I was like "Don't I have a name for you to call?" He likes to change people's name. He used to call me SLICER! wth... So, we were talking and asking which staff was Spongebob, Patrick, Doraemon and Shin Chan. I was laughing like hell and in the end I knocked my head on the steel rack. Yea.. It's damn painful and I can still feel it's swollen til now. So paiseh and yet it's fun. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jie, I manage to read New Moon more than half dy. Yay.. *wink*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I beg you, mosquitoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not thirst for my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Find someone else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:(&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 11:4oam and I haven't had anything yet.... Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-3481448168065483455?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3481448168065483455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3481448168065483455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3481448168065483455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3481448168065483455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/07/off-day.html' title='Off Day!!!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7651823225366307710</id><published>2009-07-12T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:10:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting used to it... Rainy Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the second week now. I've completed my training in Asian Kitchen. Let me see. I have obvious wounds on my hands and fingers. But still I think it's worth it as I experienced quite a lot of things. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; From tomorrow onwards I'll be having the 3-11pm shift for a week while there rest are working morning shift, which makes me going to work and coming back alone. Gotta get used to it though. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What will I be doing in Beach Restaurant tomorrow? Will they teach me how to cook and prepare Japanese food? Hmm... I hope I'll be ableto cope up with everything.... Everyday I'm going to work with fear. Fear of doing mistakes that shouldn't be done. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes my day rains so heavily that even I myself can't seem to stop it. Where are you when I need you? You never seem to come my way. It's disappointing enough. Who would somehow notice me when I'm lonesome? Who would somehow make me happy and liven up my days with laughters instead of sadness? I've tried. But nothing seems to work out well. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can I do to make things better? What can I do to stop my rainy days? What can I do to mend myself? This unmendable heart of mine? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's been a hard time for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry to make you suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Time will help us through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Please don't give up on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When I've not given up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're my only hope to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And the only place I can confide in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need you so badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-7651823225366307710?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7651823225366307710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7651823225366307710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7651823225366307710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7651823225366307710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-used-to-it-rainy-days.html' title='Getting used to it... Rainy Days...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1376467810172626040</id><published>2009-07-10T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:54:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Make My Life Not So L-I-F-E-L-E-S-S?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another working day has passed and it's time to enjoy! Yew's family (dad, mum and little brother) came over for a visit as she misses them so much. Aww.... So it's her off day today. How good. Jie, are you sure you are coming? :( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, me and the gang will be going for a swim later. (still wonder whether to go swimming or not) And after that his dad will bring us to Long Beach. Never been there so must appreciate this moment. *wink* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm actually waiting for the shutter bus to come and I guess I gotta sign out now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hate mosquitoes. They are thirst for my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1376467810172626040?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1376467810172626040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1376467810172626040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1376467810172626040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1376467810172626040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-make-my-life-not-so-l-i-f-e-l-e.html' title='How To Make My Life Not So L-I-F-E-L-E-S-S?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3779558443886406397</id><published>2009-07-09T22:38:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:03:09.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm back, everyone! After a week plus of torture here. I've got to say this that it's &lt;strong&gt;LIFELESS&lt;/strong&gt; over here. Really &lt;strong&gt;LIFELESS!&lt;/strong&gt; Everyday go to work, have meals then go back quarters, chit chat chit chat then oi oi. It's been like this since the first day we came here. Quarters is like far from the resort where you have to take shutter bus like an hour or 3o minutes earlier to resort which makes me waking up 2 hours early before work! Dammit. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am currently working in kitchen and guess what? Being in the kitchen is making me so pek chek. Most of the nights, we would complainto one another. And I mean &lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt; of the nights. Our rest day is different, shift is different, department is different. Everything is &lt;strong&gt;DIFFERENT!&lt;/strong&gt; The worst meal we ever had was just one hard-boiled egg and rice with curry sauce. (actually there were a few dishes there but we didn't like them.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not the same like those of you in &lt;strong&gt;SHOOK&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;WESTIN&lt;/strong&gt;, some more in &lt;strong&gt;HONG KONG&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;FRANCE&lt;/strong&gt;. :P Don't ask me why did I choose here because I have no idea. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend managed to get a broadband for us so if we are free or it's our off day, we might borrow it from here because besides that, we have nothing else to do. Sad rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not the same like in Langkawi where you can see rows of restaurants as you walk out of the resort. You won't see &lt;strong&gt;ROWS&lt;/strong&gt; of it but just on e or two where tou have to walk. We walked before and by the time you reach your destination, you were all sweaty... -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, don't want to talk about it anymore before I'm going to explode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what I can't wait for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPLETING MY TRAINING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-3779558443886406397?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3779558443886406397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3779558443886406397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3779558443886406397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3779558443886406397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-2691787906811737107</id><published>2009-06-28T02:43:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T03:58:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night Before Redang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before leaving for Redang which is only 6 hours from now, I planned to have lunch with 大姐 at Sushi King because I still have 3 more free sushi. And at the same time she wanted the Twilight saga. So since I'm away for 3 months and before she cries over it, I lend her mine. Hear me? 3 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sushi! haha! Well, someone actually FFK me so I had to find someone to replace them. You know who you are... :P &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, the most thing I wanted the most was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087393814966066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZvIMsv7zI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vbDVWrIYmSs/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;THIS!!!!! Miss you..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I had this set but I forgot the name of it. Something starts with K..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget it. Nevertheless, it's nice. :P &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I went home, I packed my stuff and I remembered the presents I had in JB. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087391447202754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZvID4Ou8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/tu5QqxurQDc/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't they cute? They remind me of my childhood. Where my mum seldom allowed me to buy these stuff... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087394735064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZvIQIHhjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/E-62hZe3k2Q/s320/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is from my brother, Gan Jia Ying... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As in she paid for the token...hehe. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to have the one with a pair of slippers inside.. So baby said she so-called sponsored me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087396137565490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZvIVWf_TI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/EX1UJhUzlGA/s320/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was what I got....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's CUTE! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZvIndeB7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/RXWOznSC1ng/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087400998635442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZvIndeB7I/AAAAAAAAAWY/RXWOznSC1ng/s320/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my own token..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bro said it suited me because it's time for me to change my coin purse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087566375956978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZvSPifsfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dwg_sEHj91g/s320/DSC01393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute...Real Cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, I know. It's totally childish but it's valuable to me though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They sponsored me okay....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I had dinner with Ryan, mama, baby, Jay and Ryan's JB friends. We went to Picadily for dinner at around 7 +. It was kinda jam though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrkb0tkKI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rmTAq2LQJWU/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352083480864723106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrkb0tkKI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rmTAq2LQJWU/s320/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gang....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrkNCggzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Tp15KlhsyxY/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352083476896056114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrkNCggzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Tp15KlhsyxY/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby and me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrkKEbWYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_9gKVILR5L8/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352083476098800002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrkKEbWYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_9gKVILR5L8/s320/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mama and me.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrj_q7rlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gWJdTf92TVs/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352083473307512402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrj_q7rlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gWJdTf92TVs/s320/DSC01400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan and me.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*thanks for the dinner* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after dinner, we headed for snooker as the guys wanted to play a few rounds. And we went. But as we reached there, mama, baby and Christine couldn't really stand the smoky place. So we headed downstairs for yamca and I knew it, so I bought a few magazines. Smart right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we waited for almost 2 hours. (I think) and in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrFPREmmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1uKNjMzcwy4/s1600-h/DSC01401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082944918067810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrFPREmmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1uKNjMzcwy4/s320/DSC01401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby slept already... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrE-GYb6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/MkHBxqtSD38/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082940309827490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrE-GYb6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/MkHBxqtSD38/s320/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jay smoking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrEpR5PDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uaCHC94YVpI/s1600-h/DSC01405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082934720969778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrEpR5PDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uaCHC94YVpI/s320/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine night dreaming... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after that we headed for our next station. What they called as 'small genting' in Cheras. So there we went. According to mama, we could see the whole KL city there. So, I thought since I'd never been there, why not go for once? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there and it wasn't as chilly as I thought. Normal though. But it's quite tiring. Damn the stairs man! By the time we reached the top, we were all gasping for air. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082929853703362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrEXJcpMI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4ZSfeo00i2Y/s320/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But I guess it's worth it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please forgive me that my phone camera is only 2.0 mega pixels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrEoY45GI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6f2igCKAoJI/s1600-h/Image167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082934481871970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZrEoY45GI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6f2igCKAoJI/s320/Image167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic of all of us... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we headed to our next station: HOME. Mama and baby were tired that they both fell asleep in the car. Poor thing. :( but it's a nice trip for me though. Thank you so much... :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love you all.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Muacks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 hours to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5 more hours to leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 more months to be back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-2691787906811737107?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/2691787906811737107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=2691787906811737107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2691787906811737107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2691787906811737107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/06/sayonara.html' title='Last Night Before Redang...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkZvIMsv7zI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vbDVWrIYmSs/s72-c/DSC01385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6872547309313203279</id><published>2009-06-25T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:10:28.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>At last I get to update my blog. haha! Just got back to few hours ago from the airport. Our dear friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr. Edwin Tong Hoo Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has left for hong kong for a 3 -months training. Everyone of us will be missing him badly. :'( No Edwin around means no shissha and no more yamca. Is that consider good or bad? No comment. Anyway, wish him all the best, and take care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll be leaving also for my 3-months training in redang with yen wei, yew, henry, michelle and eunice. Wow~ quite a number of them huh. Hope this time will be fun and everything'll be okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wish all of us good luck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got back from jb last wednesday and I'd really wanted to upload the pics we took but unfortunately most of them were not with me. :( So will have to wait. Guess that'll be the last post for the month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will see you guys after 3 months. I'll be missing each and everyone of you here and we'll meet again in 3 months time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;谢谢你们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;给我的surprise。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我好喜欢那个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;蛋糕还有玫瑰花。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;那是我一生中第一次&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;收到的花。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;谢谢你们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;给我那么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;好的回忆。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我一定不会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;忘记你们 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;给我的快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我一定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;会很想念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你们要好好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;照顾自己哦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我们三个月后见吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;爱死你们了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351172858873896546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkMvXQjj3mI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pv2vgNvq-34/s320/DSC01381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351172865524935426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkMvXpVSqwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/fAYIlqMz66w/s320/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;祝我生日快乐 ：）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-6872547309313203279?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6872547309313203279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6872547309313203279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6872547309313203279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6872547309313203279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SkMvXQjj3mI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pv2vgNvq-34/s72-c/DSC01381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8857583442859782573</id><published>2009-06-21T12:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:53:44.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Father's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>It's father's day today so yea..didn't get to celebrate it BUT we celebrated it earlier last month which was on the 1st of May. So, 大姐 and I don't have much to do. She's outside watching tv and I'm here updating my blog. So, it's so obvious that we don't have anything to do and I get so much free time updating my blog right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, found some nice quotes for you,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;daddy Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Euripides- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Be kind to thy father, for when thou were young, who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, and joined in thy innocent glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Margaret Courtney-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The greatest gift I ever had came from God, and I call him Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-Anonymous-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It is a wise father that knows his own child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-William Shakespeare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to give but...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise to be good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise to study hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise to make you proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise to keep you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise to not to waste your $$$$ (hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promise to take care of myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you dad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Muacks!* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all the dads out there.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349668790443786018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sj3Xa9BlPyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/h4mspvyuliI/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sign off with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Celestine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2 more days to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8857583442859782573?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8857583442859782573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8857583442859782573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8857583442859782573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8857583442859782573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-fathers-day.html' title='It&apos;s Father&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sj3Xa9BlPyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/h4mspvyuliI/s72-c/spaceball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-2929362660319240919</id><published>2009-06-20T17:38:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:10:06.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no mood for chinese today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;came back kota damansara yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everyone was so damn tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;大姐 slept in the master bedroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;二姐 slept in the medium bedroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the living room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only managed to sleep for about half an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(if i'm not mistaken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we discussed where to eat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chilli's, Pizza Hut, Sushi King (Again!), or Seoul Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So 二姐 cut out some papers and wrote down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those names for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to choose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the result is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIZZA HUT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which I don't really like to (hiakhiak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so in the end, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to Seoul Garden. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reached there around 8-8.30. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn jam, but nevermind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We paid first before we could start digging in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and yea, we did..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349356044013091202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy6-tx9OYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QWjIYuHS-dA/s320/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;vege, mushrooms and seaweeds for the soup...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349356374635636450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy7R9cg5uI/AAAAAAAAATY/V85GWzJzOos/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;forgot the name but I know it's chicken and lamb..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349356483210772402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy7YR61_7I/AAAAAAAAATg/qweXYDP1HPM/s320/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fish meat and fish oil?Nah..forget about that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All i know is that it's disgusting...*Bluek*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349356633749263330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy7hCuBE-I/AAAAAAAAATo/OUtxCG2pvzk/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my sistas and me... :) I know...we don't look alike...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349356794349626914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy7qZAIJiI/AAAAAAAAATw/6X3mJhmatEc/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my cousin brother this time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349357064716891618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy76IMtNeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0zA8Io7rb30/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;enjoying our dinner... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So,around 10 i guess we finished eating &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and we were so full&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thought we would go after that, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but they bought a birthday cake for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aww...how sweet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349360845226457026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy_WLsbN8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/HRgCs-8KIlM/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's me in front of the cake..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349357325471404242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy8JTlbUNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3SGsf9JZvBg/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me blowing the candles....Of course it's after making my wish...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and of course it's a .......secret....*shhhh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When cutting the cake, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I notice a small little thing on top of the cake...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349357446123691106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy8QVDLHGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/z4NZZwERgD4/s320/DSC00079000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS!! Isn't it cute???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 more days to go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-2929362660319240919?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/2929362660319240919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=2929362660319240919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2929362660319240919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2929362660319240919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/06/s.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sjy6-tx9OYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QWjIYuHS-dA/s72-c/DSC01367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3086992560618428504</id><published>2009-06-19T11:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:24:57.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;今天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;有一点想用华语来写blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不知道为什么&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;今天早上&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;肚子好痛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不会是昨晚吃妈妈之前&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;带来的食物吧&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;算了吧。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;今天大姐会载我回家&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;晚上会跟大姐，二姐还有表哥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;去吃个晚餐。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;不懂会去哪里&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;该不会是去吃。。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;日本餐吧！哈哈&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;二姐要回山大跟了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;表哥说会觉得好寂寞&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;没人在煮晚饭了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;星期四的晚上就这样过了。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;好无聊。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;家里打扫的好干净！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;妈妈。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你最近的开心事&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我都替你开心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你要坚强哦。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;要对你自己有信心，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;知道吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们都会支持你的。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muah！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;佩娴，你要开心哦。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/1327449187797145720-3086992560618428504?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3086992560618428504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3086992560618428504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3086992560618428504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3086992560618428504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-muah.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4604832827895131523</id><published>2009-06-18T15:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:52:54.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;本小姐今天很不开心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;不知道为什么，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;也不知道为了什么。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我只知道。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我很想去个地方。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;冷静一下。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;一个能让我感觉到很舒服的地方。。。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这里好安静，好安静。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;让本小姐觉得好寂寞。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;开心的日子 都过了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;又回到伤心的纪念。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;难道。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这就是人们所说的。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;命苦？&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;那么难走的路，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;那么难过的日子，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;那么难受的苦。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我还能走下去吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我到底还要等多久？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;到底还要忍受多久？&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;为什么受伤的总是我？&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;难倒我真的没有资格拥有幸福吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-4604832827895131523?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4604832827895131523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4604832827895131523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4604832827895131523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4604832827895131523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4341651898537468436</id><published>2009-06-05T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:43:01.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;不要等别人对你微笑后才面露出笑容,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;不要等到被爱了才懂得爱,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;不要等到觉得寂寞才发现对方的重要,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;不要等到拥有太多才懂得分享,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;不要等到失去了才记得别人的忠告,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;不要等到分开了才希望挽回,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;不要等到没了才后悔,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;好好珍惜现在身边拥有的人.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wow...i'm improving...;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-4341651898537468436?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4341651898537468436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4341651898537468436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4341651898537468436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4341651898537468436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5327423396859287502</id><published>2009-06-03T15:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:54:47.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta stop all the emo-ness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it bothers someone i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that someone actually&lt;br /&gt;felt kinda frustrated and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kept asking me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm fine at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thanks to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel much better now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for your time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to listen to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum is still here in KL til next sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yea..stay at home for the whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Khy and Edwin for sending Peanut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to and from college..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg..I really owe you guys a big one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Malaysian Studies class today and therefore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have times to do my notes while waiting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edwin to finish his class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, no more emo-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and let's get happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll update the pics tonight (if possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;br /&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/1327449187797145720-5327423396859287502?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5327423396859287502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5327423396859287502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5327423396859287502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5327423396859287502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8234533511772479467</id><published>2009-05-26T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:12:32.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone tell me plz?</title><content type='html'>What bothers me so much?&lt;br /&gt;What disturbs me everytime when I'm alone?&lt;br /&gt;What makes me so moody when it happens?&lt;br /&gt;What causes me to be affected so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be like this all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I being treated this way?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I lie?&lt;br /&gt;Why has everything changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have the answers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's up to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To search for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8234533511772479467?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8234533511772479467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8234533511772479467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8234533511772479467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8234533511772479467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-someone-tell-me-plz.html' title='Can someone tell me plz?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1426900262533351496</id><published>2009-05-17T02:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:56:11.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you now?</title><content type='html'>to: someone i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out you were&lt;br /&gt;having a really hard time&lt;br /&gt;about everything;&lt;br /&gt;college and personal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress up and release&lt;br /&gt;it by doing the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't work that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do take care of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to work out well.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be good at helping you,&lt;br /&gt;however just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;you'll always have your good friends&lt;br /&gt;around you when you needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can do better though,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just don't know you well..&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...here's the thing...&lt;br /&gt;I seldom join their outings these few weeks&lt;br /&gt;and when it's like week 6 of college,&lt;br /&gt;then I realise something's on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at their stress and pissed-off face&lt;br /&gt;makes my heart ache..&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, when looking at these situations&lt;br /&gt;really makes me sad..&lt;br /&gt;What happened to those crazy friends&lt;br /&gt;that share almost everything that I know?&lt;br /&gt;Where have they gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like a total loser&lt;br /&gt;where I can't even do anything for them&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is just sit at one side and watch...&lt;br /&gt;Watch things mend by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do but to listen&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do but to watch&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do but to keep myself&lt;br /&gt;at one corner and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys so much....&lt;br /&gt;And I mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everything has changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It isn't going the way it was before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will everything go back to how it should be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1426900262533351496?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1426900262533351496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1426900262533351496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1426900262533351496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1426900262533351496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-someone-i-know-i-found-out-you-were.html' title='Where are you now?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5243224657103388571</id><published>2009-05-14T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:50:31.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the french song's over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I mean O-V-E-R!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not so satisfied with my assessment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna get consultation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't C-A-R-E!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to college for dinner at restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Lisa and Yong Yee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had grapefruit cocktail for starter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stewed lamb for main course and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pancake flambe for dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a cup of tea while waiting for Henry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I managed to try some of Ryan's hotdog bun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not bad though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked to brother and the rest before having dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuing HACCP assignment with Yen Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Til then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what the %&amp;amp;@# is goin on here?!&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-5243224657103388571?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5243224657103388571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5243224657103388571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nervous day for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Me, Yen Wei, Dai Lou, Mummy, Mei Mei and Daddy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's FRENCH TIME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea..singing time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what's our song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le Coucou Du Titou by Titou Le Lapinou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(don't really know the meaning...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will our singing be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My god...We can't even speak it fluently, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let alone singing a french song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;别再哭了&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;不值得&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;笑一笑吧爱情看透彻&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-6003645960548914441?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6003645960548914441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6003645960548914441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6003645960548914441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;Just got back from college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After video recording our Malaysian Studies drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got so worried about my cheque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Coz til today I just found out the cheque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hadn't reached (wth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, I know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's really wth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I talked and found out what had actually happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bla, bla, bla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yea.. they misplaced and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eventually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they had my cheque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And only today they settled the payment for me *hooh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had a little migraine today because&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's damn hot today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Assessment's done and I'm a lil relaxed now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Yeah!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But assignment is piling up and it's week 6..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Four more weeks to go before training...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y do i have to be the one who always tolerate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I've not been tolerated?&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-5588494404701915529?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8423034344407197506</id><published>2009-05-11T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:45:33.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant City...So 'seducive'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm waiting for my next class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HS class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone's bz playing &lt;strong&gt;Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;City&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I hear is "I want potato!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I want apple! And I'veasked for it since just now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I want strawberry!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I want bayleaf!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc..etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's the power of Restaurant City..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So possessing n seducing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8423034344407197506?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8423034344407197506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8423034344407197506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8423034344407197506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8423034344407197506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/restaurant-cityso-seducive.html' title='Restaurant City...So &apos;seducive&apos;'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3694526116874509504</id><published>2009-05-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:20:44.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgRXDJmlWEI/AAAAAAAAATI/nQHv8JY189M/s1600-h/200px-Wolverinetheatricalposter_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333483570342484034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgRXDJmlWEI/AAAAAAAAATI/nQHv8JY189M/s320/200px-Wolverinetheatricalposter_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea.. I'm home til sunday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;khy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for giving me a lift..and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Peanut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; always change plan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It won't happen again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, me, lui and ying went for a movie after dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met lui's friend, Evon and her boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can say about this movie was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's kinda good actually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eventually throughout the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like 'wow' here and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lui and I covered our eyes on some part of the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(normal reaction, I guess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, it ended at about 11pm and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went straight home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Search the fridge and see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what we can have for lunch and dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha (early preparation ok)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we had out sales &amp;amp; marketing assessment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what? we were given only an hour to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we ended up didn't have enough time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, we managed to finish them up of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;group 4 R-O-C-K-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay! *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we had PA today and everyone seems to be so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stressed up...Yea..I know why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is like pending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't do anything unless they give us an answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we can do it...We make a great team right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, we had meeting for the gathering for our junior..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*can't believe I'm a senior now*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to organise them and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;daddy Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the organiser *YAY*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we discussed for the team in charge,bla, bla, bla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PA class finished early and then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;balik kampung...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's all for the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good night everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M-U-A-H!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so d* tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanna have a good rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really need one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-3694526116874509504?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3694526116874509504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3694526116874509504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3694526116874509504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3694526116874509504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgRXDJmlWEI/AAAAAAAAATI/nQHv8JY189M/s72-c/200px-Wolverinetheatricalposter_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5931563587500941880</id><published>2009-05-08T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:51:44.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a perfect world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One we've never known &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would never need to face the world alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can have the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll create our own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not be brave or strong or smart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But some where in my secret heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any where we go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are there beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like dark turning into day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some how we'll come through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I've found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is never wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so it never dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a perfect world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shining in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if only they could feel it too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The happiness I feel with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'd know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any where we go we're home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we are there together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like dark turning into day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some how we'll come through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that I've found you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know love will find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If we are meant to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We'll never be apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If it's our fate to go through life together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's no way we could hide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-5931563587500941880?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5931563587500941880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5931563587500941880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5931563587500941880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5931563587500941880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-perfect-world-one-weve-never-known.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-8348454748316856409</id><published>2009-05-06T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:38:49.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot to upload few pic to share with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during out serving yesterday..hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, we learned about fruit carving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its' about 7 kinds of fruit..Let me see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mango,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pineappple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;kiwi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;honeydew&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332626061860749810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgFLJlkzQfI/AAAAAAAAASY/o1xIwXBw6Cg/s320/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The plate that I did...Yea..it wasn't really nice but Ms Jasmine complimented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;on my sliced apple.. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332626303426934930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgFLXpequJI/AAAAAAAAASg/2TlRYtQPw1M/s320/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The plates of fruits done bt Group 4..Yea baby! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332626410904019826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgFLd53M43I/AAAAAAAAASo/7i6Nmzypfjs/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The plated fruits made by &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chia Chia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Like the colour though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332626539446670162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgFLlYuKE1I/AAAAAAAAASw/8EKZ7ohruXA/s320/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jay fell asleep during French class..Poor thing...haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And while having Malaysian Studies, Joshua was way too boring and this was what he did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="270" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c63ac92c79d4b5cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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I dunno..but I think it's cool...He's a good artist...Yea..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had dinner with Dai Lou and Patrick at Dai Lou's house...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had 'pei dan sui gao' and maggie mee for dinner..Yea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332718791562193938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgGffKodbBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Nk5ANXm8AX4/s320/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is mine...haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332719684177454642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgGgTH4hZjI/AAAAAAAAATA/8JA0BVmfTiE/s320/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;See those dumplings?Big huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to you guys for preparing it..haha...well, i did the washing so it's a tie...ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-8348454748316856409?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c63ac92c79d4b5cd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/8348454748316856409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=8348454748316856409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8348454748316856409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/8348454748316856409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-forgot-to-upload-few-pic-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SgFLJlkzQfI/AAAAAAAAASY/o1xIwXBw6Cg/s72-c/DSC01258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1375122564918694125</id><published>2009-05-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:10:51.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz I had a bad day</title><content type='html'>It's really a bad day for me..&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in my best mood today,&lt;br /&gt;acc, eco, n applied tech with serving&lt;br /&gt;from 2pm - 10.30pm...&lt;br /&gt;yea..it's tiring..that's hotel management&lt;br /&gt;rite now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady today wasn't serving well&lt;br /&gt;And she meant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"It's really not our day," yea, I agreed with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to:you know who...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry to hear that from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It must be sad to know that it happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll be incomplete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no matter what, be strong..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you are.. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live life to the fullest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love u...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Need time to release my stress and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training coming soon...again..&lt;br /&gt;Stress coming up...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so emo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can someone cheer me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1375122564918694125?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1375122564918694125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1375122564918694125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1375122564918694125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1375122564918694125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/coz-i-had-bad-day.html' title='Coz I had a bad day'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-925768296022926470</id><published>2009-05-04T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:22:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What should I write?&lt;br /&gt;No idea....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;It's a tiring day for me&lt;br /&gt;And I mean T-I-R-I-N-G...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share with you guys&lt;br /&gt;of what just happened recently..&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who just broke up (no name mentioned..) with her boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;So she confided in me as she didn't know&lt;br /&gt;if she was doing the right thing..&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was what I told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"My dear, let bygones be bygones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's no use for you to look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when it's gone forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes you just have to listen to your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe he really isn't the one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay. You guys are leaving each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are you gonna kill yourself or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spend the rest of your life miserably?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't you think you're just being stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're torturing yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And exhausting yourself.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't be sad because it's over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but be happy because it happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The time you two spent together isn't long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But this is not the matter of time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But it's about the happiness and memories you've had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shouldn't you be grateful that you did spend time together?&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The world is big, and your journey is still a long way to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You may not know, how many bees are waiting for you out there.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It may hurt, but mend it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As long as you two know that you appreciate everything you've been through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember, you still have your beloved family and crazy friends with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You still have us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that she understand whatever I've said..&lt;br /&gt;Words are stronger than actions..I know..&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, we just have to be mature because..&lt;br /&gt;that's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for everything...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for going through with me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know who you are...&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-925768296022926470?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/925768296022926470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=925768296022926470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/925768296022926470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/925768296022926470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-should-i-write-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7787223462245224404</id><published>2009-05-03T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:15:49.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Parents' Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I'd mentioned, mum and dad were coming over on Friday, which was a Labour Day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, they were!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we three sisters (well actually it's their ideas) decided to celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mother's Day and Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; earlier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as we would not be with them on the two events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, when Jie went to fetch them from the airport,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lui and I getting ready at home and wait for Jie's call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting, Lui helped me with my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysian Studies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after we prepared our lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mum and dad finally arrived with boxes of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seafood&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"pei dan sui gao"&lt;/span&gt; (cool man. I miss those so much..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we waited for the right time to take the cake out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331579423010633218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sf2TPMBUtgI/AAAAAAAAARo/ttmYubczQ9c/s320/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TADA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The mix fruit cake we bought..And see that? I made it ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They don't provide a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Parents' Day"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stick so yea..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know it sucks..:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581259056646594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sf2U6D0zicI/AAAAAAAAARw/gBnTudg6Lq0/s320/DSC01253.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Monica tai yi, dad and mum cutting the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581425457982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sf2VDvt-anI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4s7QKwyJ9z4/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lui with the stick I made..OMG.. she looks like...nurse? or maid?haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay..So...last Saturday, we went to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Prom The Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and you know wat? It's fantastic.. I mean it's really good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Way to go,cuz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we (all 5) went with Lui's friends, Li San and Tiffany, Ying Ying 哥哥, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tai yi's friends and sut QQ and family...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581530981140482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sf2VJ40qCAI/AAAAAAAAASA/7gEPtoILdSc/s320/DSC01255.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Justin 仔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trying to carry the chair..dear boy, are you strong enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581626759644786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sf2VPdoCBnI/AAAAAAAAASI/GjjV-L9aN1Q/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the stage for the musical....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331581724537753266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sf2VVJ4JjrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sKtMgtgDFRo/s320/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The poster for &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom The Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. The cast who actually made it through audition...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amazing, really... They really did a great job.. The singing and acting..OMG..wonderful...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-7787223462245224404?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7787223462245224404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7787223462245224404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7787223462245224404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7787223462245224404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-parents-day.html' title='Happy Parents&apos; Day~'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/Sf2TPMBUtgI/AAAAAAAAARo/ttmYubczQ9c/s72-c/DSC01252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6218422226932564859</id><published>2009-05-01T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:35:37.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day Ist Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Labour Day today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;also family day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too bad we can't celebrate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mummy has gone back to JB,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have gone back to Damansara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and seems like no one's free..&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;Well, those were the days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we spent time together at Times Square,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have lunch together, etc etc..&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;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, Happy Family Day to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;daddy Sam, mummy Geralyn, da jie Lisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;er jie Yen Wei, dai lou Chung, sai lou Andrew, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and mei mei Celine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you guys never forget they times we spend together..... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, went for karaoke with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We waited for almost an hour and Ying got pissed off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So they gave us 3 free dishes and sing until 4am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea..from 10 pm to 4 am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well of course we didn't sing til that late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just til 2am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We sang alot of songs; mandarin, cantonese, english and even malay..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the time though...&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;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is coming over today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Prom The Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea..it's a production by my cousin, Zac...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Is it called production? hehe...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Anyway, gonna watch it tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope it goes well smoothly...&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/1327449187797145720-6218422226932564859?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6218422226932564859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6218422226932564859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6218422226932564859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6218422226932564859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-day-ist-anniversary.html' title='Family Day Ist Anniversary...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4327266637679908589</id><published>2009-04-27T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:22:12.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well...there's nothing much actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just have a few pics to share with... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway will let the pics do the talking then...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329376139651572306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW_XN5f4lI/AAAAAAAAARg/CrjEHGdxvsw/s320/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spot my luggage? Yea...Bosco had it hung along with the rest of the bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyone interested in buying? -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329369159545919218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW5A6-oFvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/JYJgPNEhzow/s320/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a short meeting on our projects and guess what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were doing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370207311628834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW596NcCiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/VKMEJU6w6lg/s320/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Guess who were these two....hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329370541129362178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW6RVxyawI/AAAAAAAAAQw/lfO3qB3xuNM/s320/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Poor&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dai Lou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....Was it because the kuih talam is not sweet enough or wat? hehe..jk... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371160321773570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW61Ycw0AI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/igrMHGZMOnQ/s320/DSC01153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay.. This was the crazy time during training in Langkawi.. Poor &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bosco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dai Lou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just wouldn't want to let him go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371879296371010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW7fO1qiUI/AAAAAAAAARA/jNmhEJBGQH0/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isn't this pretty? One of the demi chef carved this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372336465464418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW7517RTGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ev-uzq14ic8/s320/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this amazing as well?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372826609551586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW8WX2uiOI/AAAAAAAAARY/Te375XJOXYI/s320/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was at the Black Sand Beach (Pantai Pasir Hitam). See our names there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Chung, Bosco, Celes, Ben]&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/1327449187797145720-4327266637679908589?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4327266637679908589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4327266637679908589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4327266637679908589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4327266637679908589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-time.html' title='Crazy Time'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SfW_XN5f4lI/AAAAAAAAARg/CrjEHGdxvsw/s72-c/DSC01246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-2750279037606553167</id><published>2009-04-17T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:41:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At college rite now...and yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;waiting for the orientation nite to start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so d*** tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the whole week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been so bz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;restaurant prac...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;became the manager...wth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything so in a mess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway..it's &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O-V-E-R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank god...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seems like panda eyes has become &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more and more obvious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but..watever... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my blog is so not updated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time table is so packed wei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't even have time to do big business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the toilet and mumum... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thanks to my dear frens who've &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been accompanying me in college..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going to classes together.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thanks to u too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been filling up my time... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-2750279037606553167?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/2750279037606553167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=2750279037606553167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2750279037606553167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2750279037606553167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-college-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5598870500066377687</id><published>2009-03-25T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:41:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hi there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry guys for haven't been updating my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy Sam's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been reminding me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...finished my 10 weeks training &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and am having my 3 weeks holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before the 4th term starts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll update more as soon as I'm back to KL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got loads to tell though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-5598870500066377687?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5598870500066377687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5598870500066377687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5598870500066377687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5598870500066377687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6676319959053694850</id><published>2009-02-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:17:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Valentine....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If there were no words, no way to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I would still hear you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;If there were no tears, no way to feel inside I'd still feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;You're all I need, my love, my valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;All of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have been waiting for all you give to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You've opened my eyes, and shown me how to love unselfishly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've dreamed of this a thousand times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In my dreams I couldn't love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I will give you my heart until the end of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;You're all I need my love my valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Cause all I need is you my valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, you're all I need my love my valentine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Rosemonde Gerard~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302948884956315026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SZfb6iXf_ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oNCvxsqgC98/s320/HappyValentinesDay.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea..I know I'm one day late...nevermind....&lt;/em&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/1327449187797145720-6676319959053694850?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6676319959053694850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6676319959053694850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6676319959053694850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6676319959053694850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine.html' title=''/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SZfb6iXf_ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oNCvxsqgC98/s72-c/HappyValentinesDay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7921368699693795432</id><published>2009-01-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:47:55.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Training...OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be going for my 1st training and guess wher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in langkawi with Dai Lou and other DC guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna miss all my frens here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my old frens..(Sharon, Nicole, Amanda, Karin etc etc..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the 1st time after 18 years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be celebrating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALONE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which means,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no $$$, no laughter, no gathering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little waste but no matter what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are other times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good luck my frens for those who are going for training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you in 3 months time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me wish you in advance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986296435624786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SV8mBmNnS1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/fFlzVc5bioc/s320/cny105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Chinese New Year gathering in 2007.. (miss those times...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-7921368699693795432?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7921368699693795432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7921368699693795432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7921368699693795432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7921368699693795432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-trainingomg.html' title='First Training...OMG!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SV8mBmNnS1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/fFlzVc5bioc/s72-c/cny105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-851636036392645014</id><published>2008-12-31T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:50:10.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye 2008...Hi 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two weeks of holidays and I did nothing much. Spent some time with my sis on Dongzhi and join Rosalie for Christmas celebration..I'm gonna show all pics that I haven't uploaded (so sorry that I haven't been updating my blog)... So basically, I'm gonna let them do the talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285662222423385954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVpxyWI_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kibmgoMk1I0/s320/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt; celebrate Raya at Amanda's house with my schoolmates :Lydia, Rani, me, Sharon, Faezah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285657669070214050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVptpTk_06I/AAAAAAAAAOE/FBMikCkV4g4/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Amanda, the host.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285658278267915058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVpuMxBDCzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cHK52gIrWnY/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum doing stupid face expression...haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285659286482898690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVpvHc6OzwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EKmReAs9Z3U/s320/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad and second sis (Lui) making funny faces oso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad planned this BBQ thing before I left. Somehow like farewell la....hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285661317366598530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVpw9qioy4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/NEJlyhuPZ4k/s320/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At Genting with the gang: (from left) Dai Lou, Henry, me and Jackie, photographer: Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285665041324173794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVp0WbXT6eI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6wSJgUp-BNI/s320/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Justin 仔...Having breakfast with Sut QQ in Seremban...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285666838083409522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVp1_A0GFnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0gU5-mgkeHE/s320/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner prepared by me and jie on Dongzhi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285669922681253890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVp4yj1h8AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/77BRX84Klm0/s320/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Justin 仔 inside a box..aww..so cute...just recovered from food poisoning..poor boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285671211513662370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVp59lHHy6I/AAAAAAAAAPE/nINcZxusLxA/s320/DSC08837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rosalie, Justin 仔 and me at Starhill Gallery after dinner..Gonna miss you guys....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-851636036392645014?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/851636036392645014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=851636036392645014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/851636036392645014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/851636036392645014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye-2008hi-2009.html' title='Bye 2008...Hi 2009!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SVpxyWI_Z2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kibmgoMk1I0/s72-c/DSC00903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-572207873330081466</id><published>2008-11-10T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:51:33.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情。。。是什么？</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You wondered how you’d make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you’re looking for, is the one thing you can’t see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Vanessa Williams -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Anais Nin -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Herman Hesse -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; - Oscar Wilde -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- Samuel Johnson -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;What should I trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-572207873330081466?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/572207873330081466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=572207873330081466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/572207873330081466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/572207873330081466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='爱情。。。是什么？'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-9140774915650614674</id><published>2008-10-26T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:35:56.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are F-R-I-E-N-D-S for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are F-R-I-E-N-D-S for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*******************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is one who walks in when others walk out" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Walter Winchell -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be anywhere else." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Len Wein - Sent by Paulo Louro -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Sent by Donna Roberts -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Sent by Lysha -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Walk beside me and be my friend." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Albert Camus (also attributed to Maimonidies). Sent by clovers -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"A hug is worth a thousand words. A friend is worth more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Sent by Jasmine Fitzwilliam -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A Friend is someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- (sent by Heather Tallent) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I appreciate my friends so much...but.....somehow...I can't share with them....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/1327449187797145720-9140774915650614674?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/9140774915650614674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=9140774915650614674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/9140774915650614674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/9140774915650614674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-f-r-i-e-n-d-s-supposed-to-be.html' title='What are F-R-I-E-N-D-S for?'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7758517562162909327</id><published>2008-09-25T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:59:53.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch movie,watch movie....what else??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day of holiday and yet, watching movie has been my routine for these 4 days....&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; coming back either tommorow or Saturday and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is going back to Miri this Sunday. Hopefully she can come back as early as tomorrow so that the three of us can go out again. It's been a while since our last outing. I really miss those time; laughing, gossiping, eating and so much more....one more...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Karin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not coming back also....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sharon was my first friend when i first enter the school and we've been best friend for about 12 years. She's the first person to talked to me and introduced herself. Since then, we would hang out together although there were times we fought over small matter (kids..what do you expect?);pretty and shy girl. Kinda fragilic type and she's too good and forgiving that sometimes, people around her would take her for granted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We then met Nicole when we were in primary 6;smart girl, although sometimes she's quite demanding and what people say 'kia su'. But, that doesn't change our perpesctive about her. She's still a good friend that would help you no matter what. She may be secretive and sometimes we think she's hiding something from us, but that doesn't matter coz it's her choice to do that. And she has a reason for it.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The three of us used to hang out together even in the school library. I still remembered we used to play around with the pillows and when we heard someone opened the door, we would quickly sit down and act innocent, doing our work..(naughty kids..haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There were times we quarrelled and we have tried after quarrelling, we didn't bother about each other for like weeks or months..that's kids. But now we are matured people, we think rationally and tolerate with one another of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;We met Karin only when we were in secondary school. Another smart and polite girl. Sometimes nicole and i really didn't know how to communicate with her..U know, we both are like....yeah(you know what i mean).haha!! Karin is actually my second cousin and surprisingly,we get along well..hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really miss those times when we were in primary and secondary school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Friendship is the ribbon wrapped around every memory of the heart....Meeting is not necessary in order to be friends. We are friends because we share the same feelings of the heart.... Friendship is the gift given to the soul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!!!MUACKS!!!&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/1327449187797145720-7758517562162909327?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7758517562162909327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7758517562162909327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7758517562162909327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7758517562162909327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/09/watch-moviewatch-moviewhat-else.html' title='watch movie,watch movie....what else??'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7087339631421489175</id><published>2008-09-22T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:50:00.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my official first day of holiday..guess how was it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't go out today..Stay at home the whole day and watch &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;甜言密话&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my sister. It wasn't really that interesting but i watched just to pass the time. So yeah..had lunch after my mum came back from school, watch another episode and prepare dinner and started blogging. My blog is like 'dead' now...no way, i have to update some although it's nothing much.hehe...so, i guess that's all for today...Tata....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-7087339631421489175?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7087339631421489175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7087339631421489175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7087339631421489175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7087339631421489175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-didnt-go-out-today.html' title='my official first day of holiday..guess how was it...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6463762624544007857</id><published>2008-09-20T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:29:47.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 has finally come to an END!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally,term 2 has come to an end and now, term 3 will start after 2 weeks of holidays...A lot of things happened in term 2,however i still enjoyed my time with my bunch of beloved friends.Love them so much...Basically, it had been a tough exam for the whole last week. but i still enjoyed... It was a tough term as our schedule was full with lectures and practical classess. We even had new subjects like moral studies, food science, accounting and thinking skills. Some of them were boring (you know what i mean) and some were interesting though...Anyway, good luck in term 3! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"MEMORIES IN TERM 2...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248116167958084130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SNUN2VsgOiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KBFiNy2JBuA/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt; our housekeeping practice...&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248116716251164706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SNUOWQPwsCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZvBZCYRIjdE/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Mervyn's surprise birthday party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248117792374654594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SNUPU5HmBoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/riytL-D0dWo/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner a day before holiday starts....like a farewell though&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Thanks for all the good memories that you've given me through out this term 2. I really appreciate these moments. Although there were some ups and downs, but no matter what nothing's going to change our friendship...Love you guys.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-6463762624544007857?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6463762624544007857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6463762624544007857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6463762624544007857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6463762624544007857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/09/term-2-has-finally-come-to-end.html' title='Term 2 has finally come to an END!!!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SNUN2VsgOiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KBFiNy2JBuA/s72-c/DSC00809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-2240754345217188103</id><published>2008-08-04T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:21:12.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would LIFE be without you? Nothing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friends are important to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i can't afford to lose any of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just like how i can't afford to lose any of my family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love them more than my own life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm willing to sacrifice for them-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;as long as they are happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;This friendship is so precious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;that not even money can buy it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;not even diamonds can replace it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Even if everything in the world changes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;but there's nothing that can change our friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;it won't get weaker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;but instead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;it will grow stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;"Sorry" is the word that often comes out from my mouth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;as i can't afford to make them angry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So..What would life be without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love you all so much.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CeLes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(没有你们，我的人生是黑白的）&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-2240754345217188103?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/2240754345217188103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=2240754345217188103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2240754345217188103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Nothing.....'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-7521215890861148149</id><published>2008-07-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:25:11.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing and Trussing Chicken Moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was our first Kitchen class with our new chef, Chef Kartina. She taught us how to dress and truss the chicken as we're going to prepare for 50 pax tomorrow.Haih~ Anyway, this is what I did with my chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225470777479212738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SISZ_IPVLsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/L3NGb0k2RoI/s320/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to tie the chicken up to.....i didn't know how to explain..HAHA~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225470927502118610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SISaH3HlDtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UnVHxtSOQ88/s320/DSC00781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After marinating the chicken or trussing it.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225471661615430674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SISayl51PBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fej3UhR9Qtc/s320/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yen Wei with her chicken....She was scared of it actually..but she did it!!Except i did the cleaning for her...HAHA~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-7521215890861148149?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/7521215890861148149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=7521215890861148149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7521215890861148149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/7521215890861148149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/07/dressing-and-trussing-chicken-moment.html' title='Dressing and Trussing Chicken Moment...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SISZ_IPVLsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/L3NGb0k2RoI/s72-c/DSC00779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5262566587585012059</id><published>2008-07-15T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:25:19.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson..Cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Last saturday, we(yew, yen wei, jay, jia ying and me) went to PD for a relaxing trip. Well, at first yew wanted to go fishing and because of that, we went bac to her house and get her fishing net. Yen wei wanted to go at the eleventh hour and we waited for her to come back from Mid Valley. We waited for her and in the end we only started our journey at about 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we arrived there at about 5 pm and guess what - we didn't manage to go fishing but just watch the people and sat down at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223243434326086594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SHywOsZl08I/AAAAAAAAAJo/c5yro86o1GA/s320/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PD beach....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223244445873730530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SHyxJktV8-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/8awe0ALvbS4/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Banana Boat...hehe~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223244993963830818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SHyxpegNLiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VtNJEwfkp8A/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure what were they looking for...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223245530010140402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SHyyIrbmvvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XPT8FJWyKgA/s320/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yew's nice and creative work on jia ying and yen wei's leg...Jia ying called it 'R.I.P'..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246259963855394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SHyyzKuIgiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3p0KfRMtsZs/s320/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They were busy looking for crabby....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-5262566587585012059?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5262566587585012059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5262566587585012059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5262566587585012059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5262566587585012059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/07/port-dicksoncool.html' title='Port Dickson..Cool!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SHywOsZl08I/AAAAAAAAAJo/c5yro86o1GA/s72-c/DSC00753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3967217208295937504</id><published>2008-06-24T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:13:25.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Today(24th June) is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SPECIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day....Yes,it's my 18th birthday!!!Last night, i went to Karin's house for a sleep over..Her mother had a last-minute BBQ which was a farewell for her as she'll be leaving for KL tomorrow(see you there, girl!). So since they're doing the BBQ thg, i helped them out in spreading the butter and barlic on the bread. It's somehow like garlic bread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215385083485419058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SGDFGeQE9jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LRaj8GMlW6I/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah..kinda messy ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, her sailing friends and some of her primary school friends were there as well and so were my ex &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; classmates; Iris and Fong Cheas. So since Karin was busy entertaining her friends, Iris, fong Cheas and I hang out together - as usual.HAHA~ And so after that, Iris is going to &lt;strong&gt;TAYLOR'S&lt;/strong&gt; soon..Bt the one in Subang, of course and Fong Cheas is in Form 6 with Kitty and the rest of our ex classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, i went to school to get my school leaving cert. Thanks to my mum, i had to get it myself when i'd asked her to get it for me. So, in the end i met some of my teachers there and bla, bla, bla...we chatted and after settling things in sch, we went to De Palm and had lunch;Kitty, Fong Cheas, Iris, Karin and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While eating the bread, Kitty did something funny to the bread!!!As usual, it's her pastime though.HAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215383845905944466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SGDD-b6Iz5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IFdOVBgnOkw/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;err...she was trying to do a smiley on the bread...but i'm not sure if she did it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, so after that i was kinda upset with the service in De Palm..(as if now that i'm a hotel management student and i know..HAHA~) And while i was talking to Fong Cheas, Karin and Iris gave me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(again) with a cake..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;GOSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..I recieved 2 surprises for my birthday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After having lunch and farewell to all of them, i joined my mum with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cake...&lt;strong&gt;GOSH&lt;/strong&gt;!!i had 3 cakes just for my birthday..oooo...The cake was baked my my mum's ex student, Max..and while my mum was like chatting with Max's mum at the tailor (his mum is a tailor), i saw a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;FAIRLADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just outside the shop!!It's her daughter's car!!she said the company was borrowing it to her for 2 days..and she purposely asked for a leave off just to drive the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215846632562133330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SGJo4KjIiVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9bacO2HKdog/s320/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, huh??hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, so after that we went home and cut the cake (it's a durian cake). And in the end, we end up getting sore throat, flu, cough,bla bla bla..and my sister end up resting on the bed now - fever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215848556531880370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SGJqoJ5REbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/flX4fRpE2tc/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The durian cake that Max baked....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND...TIME FOR PRESENT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215849585886187682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SGJrkEidUKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1u1MPvRrUko/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These were the gifts that i received from Fong Cheas(the earrings) and the cooling pad (from my sis and her boyfriend, ah how) Talking about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOLING PAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mum thought that they bought me a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINI&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mum: what's that? you're buying a mini stove for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sis and me: Yeah! (ah how just kept quiet)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mum: rili?(looking blur) how?how is she going to cook?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: you just put the mini pan on top of these two lo...(pointing at the cooling fan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mum: huh? (ah how started to laugh d)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sis: yeah.you just put the pan on top la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: it's only for one portion only...that's why it looks small..(ah how already laughed out loud)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum then knew that she was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRICKED!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA..mum was so funny and she really believed every single word we said!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, that's the end of my birthday...And thanks to all my fellow beloved darlings for the gifts and cakes and everything..Love you guys sooooooo much!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/1327449187797145720-3967217208295937504?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3967217208295937504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3967217208295937504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3967217208295937504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3967217208295937504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='My Special Day....'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SGDFGeQE9jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LRaj8GMlW6I/s72-c/DSC00731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-3991160970949218892</id><published>2008-06-19T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:30:57.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise From My BELOVED Friends....Awww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Today was the last day of our final assessment - RDOD. After that, daddy invited us for skating in Sunway Pyramid. So, we went there at about 1 o'clock. It was kinda late already because we waited for Henry to arrive. But, in the end we asked Henry to go by himself. He felt guilty though for letting us waiting for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so me, yew and mummy went to Sunway and found that dai lou and daddy was already skating - and so was Mervyn, Evon and Josh!! Okay, so after that we went and had our lunch as we hadn't eaten anything since morning. :( We went to KFC and ate while waiting for Henry to After eating, we straight away went to the counter and buy the ticket for skating. We paid for RM21 each and we didn't know that we would get student price!!Well, it's ok. We paid it already though. At first, yew and Henry didn't want to join us because they didn't know how to skate and they were paiseh.(because i've seen yew doing many paiseh stuff..HAHA) After that, they were ok with it and joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213604277118771474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFpxd5kfIRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Xhy6fmv83Ew/s320/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Mervyn's request, i put this up here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213604561517428306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFpxudCaPlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3R8Es76d4BY/s320/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn, Josh, Evon and Tiff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213612142157242738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFp4ntHyIXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aTHIM2dalUE/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dai lou, Mervyn, Josh, Tiff(behind), daddy and Evon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*It's Mervyn's first time and so everyone held on to him...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We skated from 2.30 to 5.45 (legs pain like hell) and i fell for like 2 times. Yeah, i was wet though..We really enjoyed ourselves very much and i guess we should do this more.HAHA~ Anyway, we decided to stop skating as everyone seemed to look so tired; mum and yen wei started to get bruises on their knees, Henry's foot started to ache as well and Andrew kinda sprained his ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213614325339899522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFp6myHFxoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AiKOPk0xN5E/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213614434303998002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFp6tICJ-DI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s8XDrTq2lcw/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tired faces..after skating for like 3 hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, yew, jia ying, jay, henry, and mummy were gone!!Left me, tai ka jie, dai lou and tai ka jie behind... Well, whatever and after that when we were about to leave Sunway, we saw patrick! Then he joined us for steamboat as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213610101638558866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFp2w7mN9JI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vkok3fBKBwE/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fion, mummy and Andrew enjoying their food....Mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We ate all kinds of stuff; meatballs, prawns, etc etc...After dinner, i felt weird because everyone wanted to go to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TOILET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...ooookayyy,maybe they drank too much soup..I started asking them when were we going to leave as they are starting to clear up the table!!Partick said that mummy wanted to eat until 11 o'clock!Siao ah...Never mind..So we waited for them and suddenly..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I SAW A BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!OMG....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They actually threw a surprise for me, in advance...They sang birthday song in english, mandarin, malay, and cantonese. I couldn't control myself and i cried..Honestly, i never had such birthday before.. I was touched..Until I cried like mad and Fion hugged me to actually calm me down.HAHA~ So i blew the candle and as usual, they asked me to take the candles out by using &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOUTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..ookkaayyy....Fine, so i did and jia ying put the cream on my face!!!AWH!! And so does Patrick!!Never mind..i can accept that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213610452486360226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFp3FWm2jKI/AAAAAAAAAII/6aQIXe11JY0/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My advance birthday cake.....I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213610915753920322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFp3gUach0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/c8WZtc8Zilk/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; yen wei, lisa, me, mummy and chung....Love you guys so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213610794764459346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFp3ZRsT3VI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7o4_OXlUvBY/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Henry, Jay, and Chung enjoying the cake..I guess..HAHA~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213613219372301522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFp5maD3fNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CXFK7MO7YCg/s320/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The necklace that Fion gave me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's written there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY - PEI XIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aww...so sweeet...Thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Thanks guys for the wonderful cake and gift and surprise. I really appreciate it and i'm really touched...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-3991160970949218892?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/3991160970949218892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=3991160970949218892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3991160970949218892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/3991160970949218892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/06/surprise-from-my-beloved-friendsawww.html' title='Surprise From My BELOVED Friends....Awww...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFpxd5kfIRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Xhy6fmv83Ew/s72-c/DSC00709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1867530653799070416</id><published>2008-06-16T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:26:24.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night is DAMN thrilling.....</title><content type='html'>Last saturday, i accompanied mummy to buy her furniture for her room in IKEA. We saw quite a lot of nice furniture. Mummy didn't know which to choose because they were all very nice. After choosing and buying them, we went back home and mummy asked me to help her with the furniture. She was so excited and she couldn't wait to 'build' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then, yew asked whether we wanted to watch movie. So, mummy, jia ying, jun, yew and i went to watch movie at The Curve. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom Night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before the show started, jia ying and yew went and buy some popcorn and drinks while the rest of us were in the toilet. Mummy's purse ACCIDENTALLY fell into the toilet bowl...Argh! Disgusting but luckily she managed to pick it up quickly- but it was kinda......wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212421792970877666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFY-AQ2IquI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bQ6ox5i7FnM/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and jun were drying the purse....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that, we went into the cinema hall. Honestly, i couldn't bear to watch it. I was so scared that i kept holding mummy's hand throughout the show. But to my surprise, she looked more scared than me! She hold my hand so tight and also jun's hand.(OMG!HAHA!) But the lecturer was really insane!!Falling in love with his own student and killed her whole family just to get to her!!What kind of lecturer was that?! He deserve to &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok..Fine with that..After the movie, we went back home and mummy straight away started with her new 'babies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212418389006110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFY66IFsT9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RXKrUQ2X-qw/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The red table for the printer. Nice, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then, we started to 'build' the other study table but we couldn't finish it. Mummy didn't have any screwdriver and we ended up using scissors. In the end, jun and i only managed to turn two screws - and we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212419376768592850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFY7znynq9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SstgeYMSVfY/s320/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See that? only TWO of them succeeded! I can't believe it!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1867530653799070416?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1867530653799070416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1867530653799070416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1867530653799070416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1867530653799070416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/06/prom-night-is-damn-thrilling.html' title='Prom Night is DAMN thrilling.....'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFY-AQ2IquI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bQ6ox5i7FnM/s72-c/DSC00686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1019021890164427407</id><published>2008-06-13T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:58:36.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Cooking Of The Term</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, we had our kitchen practical and it's the first time for us to cook! Fish fille with butter lemon sauce (forgot what's the name in French...) We were so nervous. I kept thinking what'd be the guests' reactions after eating them. I hoped that they didn't have food poisoning though&lt;touchwood,&gt; We were kinda buzy and a little rush. Well, it's our first time so that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eventually, we heard our frens who were a few of the servers of the day said that the guests kinda liked our main course!! We were kinda happy though to hear that because we never expected it to be edible!HAHA, just joking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211355538211777906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFJ0QEVgrXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C79Agt0-fHE/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well...it didn't look very presentable - because this was not to serve the guest..it's ours!HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today, we had our last pastry class for the term..So, we had our little assessment on how to make shortcrust pastry...While waiting for the pies to be baked and preparing the creme caramel and custard, we noticed that there were some construction done in the pastry class..New sliding doors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211358906881774946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFJ3UJnBlWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eA_mP0ypKLU/s320/DSC00675.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i think the slide doors were too shiny that these two boys didn't notice them and just bang it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally, we had our pies baked!! They looked tasty but unfortunately we couldn't have all of them because they would be served in th restaurant..so we just had a piece for a person..Aww...last class and we can't have them all..so sad... :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211362777955694690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFJ61ee9-GI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R-2SfM470as/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; After the baking process..HEHE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211363395257867922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFJ7ZaHRnpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/izYho8AkTBU/s320/DSC01368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A family photo :Uncle Jay, dai lou, chia chia(cousin), sai lou, mummy, daddy, eunice(extra.haha!), me, sai mui and yi ka jie..(as usual, tai ka jie not in..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211363688092429106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFJ7qdAeazI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uAiGGF1eAs4/s320/DSC01371.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DH 30, Group 4 group photo with Chef Shaari....Happy and crazy moment..Miss it very much...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1019021890164427407?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1019021890164427407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1019021890164427407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1019021890164427407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1019021890164427407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-cooking-of-term.html' title='First Cooking Of The Term'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SFJ0QEVgrXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C79Agt0-fHE/s72-c/DSC00671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-167036450062014029</id><published>2008-05-24T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:32:29.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Pies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had our pastry class and we baked apple pie and fruit pie. My friends knew that Valentine Tai Q and his family (except for Holly) was here as i mentioned it to them. So, they gave me the big pieces because they knew that i wanted to let them have a try. (Thanks, guys!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203819316817657602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SDeuGP47fwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_2hocUQYrZw/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pies that we baked. All kinds of decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203819127839096562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SDet7P47fvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-fkuYy_8FJg/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the pie that Ee Hva, yi ka jie and me decorated. HEHE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As i was on my way home, i was wondering how would John look like. I mean, i hadn't seen him for like 14 years since the last time i met him in KK. I was like 4 and he's 5. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;(Am i right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;When i met him yesterday at my house, i was a little nervous &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(how come???)&lt;/span&gt; and at the same time feeling so 'bu hao yi si'. He's so tall (my goodness!), fair, shy and talked less. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(which was not supposed to be in his gene. HAHA~ family, you know what i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I tried to talk to him and taught him 3 simple chinese words; HOI KIM HIU &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(family, you know who i mean. HAHA~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; not sure if he could remember that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried my pies and eventually, they said they tasted good! Unfortunately, Valentine Tai Q was a little sick so he just tried a little. John said he never had those before so he said it's nice. I'm glad that they like it. I guess the cut that i had on my palm was worth it. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(i accidentally cut my self while slicing the apples) HAHA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went for a gathering dinner. I was supposed to join them for dinner last Wednesday, but Sut QQ couldn't make it. So, Valentine Tai Q called me and asked me to join for dinner on Friday, which was yesterday. They said that they didn't order enough food on Wednesday, and yesterday the food was too much! Some misunderstanding with the captain at the kitchen. HAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203818878730993378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SDetsv47fuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/H2L96PT7b7E/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See that? 2 plates of fish and many more..Wow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the dinner, ying ying gogo said he needed to leave early for some 'birthday party' (is it true?). So we went home quite early (not really early, around 10?) and chit chat with Valentine Tai Q, aunty Pam, John, Lulu jie jie, Joeann jie jie and Tung Tung before leaving for Canada the next day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205773230584594194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SD6fK_47fxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hn2OyAFUH50/s320/KL2008+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a few of my cousins and Tung Tung's friend...Honestly, John. you're so tall...hmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-167036450062014029?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/167036450062014029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=167036450062014029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/167036450062014029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/167036450062014029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/05/successful-pies.html' title='Successful Pies!!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SDeuGP47fwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_2hocUQYrZw/s72-c/DSC00442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-2515861353938003581</id><published>2008-05-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:35:01.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Geo class really that boring???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, we had our geo class and FINALLY we had our assessment (after been reading like crazy and suddenly postpone to today). We thought maybe we could like got some tips from our 'neighbour' and in the end we found out that all our question papers were different!!!OMG..we were so panic and we got confused. But in the end, i thought we did quite well as well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Before having our assessment, we were taught about the new topics and i got fed up of copying the notes. We weren't given the chance to copy and the slides just changed so fast!Guess have to wait for it to be posted on BB6..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is Geo class really that boring then????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200201928703379970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCrUGjCqigI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bSeW-2GXqgs/s320/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This one is feeling bored &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLUS &lt;/span&gt;upset &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; heartbroken (he thought yi ka jie was angry with him for imitating her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200202109092006418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCrURDCqihI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vh3mL6JuEk8/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one was sms-ing..Maybe her boyfriend...no one knows....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200202246530959906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCrUZDCqiiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yRKL-1FXYy4/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daddy was too tired to listen so he fell asleep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCrUfjCqijI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RshOJGqk9lw/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200202358200109618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCrUfjCqijI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RshOJGqk9lw/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Errr...FYI, this is our new member of the family. Uncle J, daddy's so-call brother. He looks kinda retarded so i'm not sure whether he feels bored or what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;("Wow....Is that Australia??That looks like chocolate...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, positive he's kinda retarded..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-2515861353938003581?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/2515861353938003581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=2515861353938003581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2515861353938003581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/2515861353938003581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-geo-class-really-that-boring.html' title='Is Geo class really that boring???'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCrUGjCqigI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bSeW-2GXqgs/s72-c/DSC00370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1890835345878337969</id><published>2008-05-10T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:43:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'family' in Sandakan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I received a comment from my 'mum' in sandakan and she asked how come i didn't put up our 'family' in my blog. Sorry..It's not that i forgot but...i reall forgot. HAHA~ just joking. Anyway, this family has no grandmother(there'sone but ah gong doesn't approve her to be his wife) but i've no idea how 'mum' exist.this family has no father but i don't know how my brother and i exist. HAHA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We started this family when mum, me and ah gong went for lunch before attending the interact meeting. Ah gong said it was his birthday and that he's getting old. mum started calling him "ah gong!ah gong!" surprisingly, ah gong, andy and me have the same surname, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LIEW&lt;/span&gt;. So since mum calls kien ben ah gong, so she'll be the mum and andy and i will be her kids. Kinda funny but we enjoy it. When we were in our high schools, we used to hang out only when we had meetings and stuff. After our SPM and STPM examination, ah gong, mum and i went for a drink and we hung out for almost 2-3 hours!!(don't know what we talked about.HAHA~)supposingly, Andy was joining us, but he had gastric!!(poor thing)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198652301035662034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCVSuWH_atI/AAAAAAAAADo/coxLeKNmjX8/s320/family+photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;from left: ah gong(kien ben), brother(andy), me and mum(git yeu)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Andy is the incoming president and the three of us are the outgoing presidents. Retire already!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198656591707990754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCVWoGH_auI/AAAAAAAAADw/wJ7qrT6Ld_0/s320/kesian....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pity Andy....Always being bullied by the eldest and oldest..Yet, he never fight back...Good boy...HAHA~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1890835345878337969?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1890835345878337969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1890835345878337969' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1890835345878337969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1890835345878337969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-family-in-sandakan.html' title='My &apos;family&apos; in Sandakan...'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCVSuWH_atI/AAAAAAAAADo/coxLeKNmjX8/s72-c/family+photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-1174975860283622085</id><published>2008-05-08T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:33:43.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Practical Day....Pool Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, we had our second restaurant practical class at our school restaurant. We were taught to set 2 types of table set-up; a la carte and table d' hote (at first, we didn't know how to pronounce it). We wiped our glassware, cultleries and crockeries. To me, this class needs a lot of memorising. We need to know the different types of cutleries and crockeries and they are used for what kind of dishes. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*WHOO*&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, yi ka jie and i paired with each other and we set up the table for 4 pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197956817237251826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLaL3E_FvI/AAAAAAAAADM/0EDkvzwW7PU/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is table d' hote kind of setting up. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After our 5 hours practical, daddy and mummy decided to go to 7th floor (everyone's favourite place) to play pool. maybe to release stress..since i neded to do something with mummy in the library and yi ka jie is 'dying'(wanted to rest at home), so i followed them to play pool as well. Not playing, just looking. i needed tai lou(sam go) to walk me home. you know, danger is EVERYWHERE~. The place was full of smokes. I was a little suffocated. the new member of the family, Celine saw ****, one of the guys that she admired. But, she wasn't into him as how she was into the other guy named ****HAHA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198660495833262834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCVaLWH_avI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Op3ZVr8fvt0/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wa....Mummy, you very serious leh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198661131488422658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCVawWH_awI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QDUXfUqkmUA/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Is the ball in????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198661664064367378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCVbPWH_axI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kZjVFAawoyk/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Are you aiming right??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-1174975860283622085?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/1174975860283622085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=1174975860283622085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1174975860283622085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/1174975860283622085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/05/restaurant-practical-day.html' title='Restaurant Practical Day....Pool Day!!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLaL3E_FvI/AAAAAAAAADM/0EDkvzwW7PU/s72-c/DSC00316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-5563560883003948940</id><published>2008-05-08T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:22:37.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mother's" Day for "Mummy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After our geo class, daddy wanted to go Sunway Pyramid and buy centre piece for our restaurant practical. So, we planned to go together while accompanying sai lou there. While, we were walking, suddenly yi ka jie came up with an idea. " Why don't we buy a mother's day card for mummy?" we all agreed and lied to mummy and daddy that we accompanied sai lou to buy vest. so we quickly went to Jusco and bought the card. We filled in with our wishes inside (in a rush, you know!). All of us were so busy filling up in the end the cashier just looked at our crazy acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197949730541213410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLTvXE_FuI/AAAAAAAAADE/cCpcpCWDNDU/s320/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daddy driving us to Sunway Pyramid. *YEAH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197947621712271026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLR0nE_FrI/AAAAAAAAACs/mgxSQhn-aG8/s320/DSC02855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This was the card that we gave mummy. Big, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197948076978804418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLSPHE_FsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NwpITrx4l_0/s320/DSC00314.JPG" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was what we wrote inside. Quite messy, i think. Well, creative. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mummy was quite shocked and she laughed at the same time. Guess she never thought that we would buy that for her. Daddy almost choked as he saw this big card. Mummy said she was very happy to see this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; card. HAHA~. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-5563560883003948940?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/5563560883003948940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=5563560883003948940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5563560883003948940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/5563560883003948940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-for-mummy.html' title='&quot;Mother&apos;s&quot; Day for &quot;Mummy&quot;'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLTvXE_FuI/AAAAAAAAADE/cCpcpCWDNDU/s72-c/DSC00312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-4400096781238308182</id><published>2008-05-08T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:31:08.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geo class was.......boring.....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's geo class was boring(no offence, but it's true). Daddy, mummy, tai ka jie, yi ka jie, sam go, me and Eunice went for a dinner at our school restaurant (invited by our senior). I wasn't really sure if we could finish our meal in just one hour as we have starter, main course and dessert because we have class straight after that.But since our senior invited and mummy said we could finish them in one hour, so we all agreed. But, our lunch didn't start on time!! Sure late for geo class! I felt guilty as well because the waiter that served us was also rushing until he almost sweat! Poor thing... We kept telling him not to rush (although we were really in a hurry) That's why I hoped that the lecturer would be late as well (as always). It was really an unluckily day because he seemed to take our attendance yesterday while usually he just assumed that everyone's there! So we told the waiter that we would not have our dessert and rushed to our class. He wasn't angry, but he just continue talking. *Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    During the class, eventually we didn't really listen (at least we knew what was he explaining). I caught one was sleeping (wished to put his picture, but i can't take the risk. HAHA~), some were talking, chatting - and one was tying my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197935612983711362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLG5nE_FoI/AAAAAAAAACU/_xbMKO2dP-M/s320/Photo-0381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy was quite bored, so he and chia chia planned to tie my hair (can't believe that daddy can do plaits so well!) Daddy wanted to tie for the second time so he redid again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197936781214815890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLH9nE_FpI/AAAAAAAAACc/jnEeRH67PZs/s320/Photo-0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy wasn't satisfied for the second time. Nevertheless, it's quite good. How do you expect a daddy to tie plaits? HAHA~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-4400096781238308182?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/4400096781238308182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=4400096781238308182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4400096781238308182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/4400096781238308182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/05/geo-class-wasboring.html' title='Geo class was.......boring.....'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SCLG5nE_FoI/AAAAAAAAACU/_xbMKO2dP-M/s72-c/Photo-0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6094573091476206657</id><published>2008-05-02T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:24:21.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastry Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBq87RYKknI/AAAAAAAAACM/jH4_3SQ_cGk/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195672846588351090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBq87RYKknI/AAAAAAAAACM/jH4_3SQ_cGk/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first butter cake that 'yi ka jie' and me made together on our first pastry class . Yeah, it looked a little burn and black in the middle. That was because our measurement was not accurate enough. So our mixture was a little watery. But, after baking it, it looked nice and tasted good as well (not trying to blow my own trumpet,okay). So, we thought that our icing would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without realising!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195671463608881730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBq7qxYKkkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/p6_M305_NKo/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was what it became after we put the icing on top!! We got so frustrated and thought we could eat it!!But in the end we fed the dustbin. It was a waste and it was our first butter cake...What to do? We both were still new in baking cakes. Although i did before like helping mum, but that was a long long long long time ago....How i remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195671794321363538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBq7-BYKklI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7xJ9qlAGLy8/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the puff that 'yi ka jie', 'sam go' me and 'sai lou' baked (the second time). First time wasn't so nice. Instead of baking a puff, everyone was baking 'pisang goreng', 'martabat', 'capati' etc etc...Eveything was so thin and they didn't look like puffs! So we were so excited about our puffs because they looked so delicious to us. We had to rush and put the cream and chocolate toppings before we were going to be late for our IT class (assessment day - i got full marks for it!Yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Then!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBq6DBYKkiI/AAAAAAAAABk/MLfp5RXihkw/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195672554530574946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBq8qRYKkmI/AAAAAAAAACE/7Q0t8IeFnKY/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was what happened because of getting late!! They looked so messy and only ONE PIECE that was full of &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;! Some of them even went missing. Anyway, they tasted good although they didn't look much presentable. HAHA~ So far, i'm much satisfied. Still need to practice more....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-6094573091476206657?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6094573091476206657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6094573091476206657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6094573091476206657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6094573091476206657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-was-first-butter-cake-that-yi-ka.html' title='Pastry Classes'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBq87RYKknI/AAAAAAAAACM/jH4_3SQ_cGk/s72-c/DSC00266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327449187797145720.post-6270255494871199657</id><published>2008-05-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:35:53.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day is Family Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;I've been creating this blog for quite a long time and i just got questioned by my 'yi ka jie' for not writing anything in my blog. Honestly, i really don't know what to write in it...I'm just.....blank! "Just write anything la! Don't you feel like sharing anything good with your friends? You know i like to share everything in my blog so that your friends know what happen to you here?" that's what 'yi jie' said to me when we were having dinner...So i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to write something or else, tomorrow she'll nag at me again. HAHA~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;So far, i had much fun in college; meeting crazy friends, crazy fans of DBSK, and today i just had a new family! There're 7 of us; mummy, daddy, 'tai jie', 'yi jie', 'sam go', me and a younger brother. We went to Sungei Wang, Time Square and we had a great fun. I think after today, 'sai lou' is not going to go out if i'm going along. He just confessed that he's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;AFRAID OF ME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Actually i really don't know why he's so scared. I didn't do anything and yet he's so scared as if he's seen a&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GHOST! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everytime when we took picture with 'yi ka jie', she would sure say "Yer...I'm so fat...", " Yer...I look ugly...Again, again,"then she would start adjusting her right post for the next shot. Or start looking at any nearby mirror or her OWN mirror and combed her hair nicely. Until, 'tai ka jie' and me went like "Aiya, ok d la!" (obviously, tai jie very frustrated already- HAHA~) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Take for example: today, we took quite a lot of pictures. Actually, daddy's been taking a lot, though. When he took yi ka jie's pics, she'd go like "Yer...I'm ugly..Don't want, don't want. Delete and take again," then look at the mirror, comb and etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ANNOUCING THE ARRIVAL OF THE MEMBERS OF THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NEW FAMILY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195430743576842690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBngvBYKkcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ig1-BE9W4ts/s320/IMG_4040_1024x768%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Introducing my mummy(Geralyn) and daddy(Sam)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;P/s: mummy is actually the youngest among us and yet she's the mum! HAHA!! Daddy's in cheerleading so he has a FLEXIBLE body..and his favourite song is Mariah Carey's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Touch my Body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195431714239451602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBnhnhYKkdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9JmWqMA7q3s/s320/IMG_4032_1024x768%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is "sai lou" (Andrew) and "sam go" (Chung).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s: this is the sai lou that is afraid of me..sam go somehow is very girlish. According to mummy, his Y chromosome is like a X shape. So he so-called has XX chromosomes instead of XY chromosomes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195432182390886882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBniCxYKkeI/AAAAAAAAABE/6wXMoWwpspI/s320/IMG_4042_1024x768%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBnYuRYKkaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JSL95_TpGqU/s1600-h/IMG_4042_1024x768%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is "tai ka jie" (Lisa) and "yi ka jie" (Yen Wei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;P/s: tai ka jie is a 12 As SPM achiever. Smart, eh? But you better don't 'kacau' her. She can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOMB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you anytime, anywhere! yi ka jie is the 'beauty queen' (can't live without mirror - same as sam go). Geng, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;AND...LAST BUT NOT LEAST......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195423377707930034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="248" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBnaCRYKkbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O09T4ZJCrjg/s320/IMG_4087_1024x768%5B1%5D" width="354" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;OUR FAMILY PHOTO!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sam go stand behind yi ka jie to hide his big tummy!! Good tactic ah..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;P/s: Actually, we were at the food court in Tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;e Square and everyone was looking at u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s when we said "take family photo! Take family photo!!!" I guess they were curious about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, we are one big happy and crazy family!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327449187797145720-6270255494871199657?l=celes24690.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/feeds/6270255494871199657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1327449187797145720&amp;postID=6270255494871199657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6270255494871199657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1327449187797145720/posts/default/6270255494871199657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celes24690.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-been-creating-this-blog-for-quite.html' title='Labour Day is Family Day!!'/><author><name>CeLes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344790625734999785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vRPb2fwDZw/SBngvBYKkcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ig1-BE9W4ts/s72-c/IMG_4040_1024x768%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
