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People</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-7215156113116194567</id><published>2010-10-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:33:33.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Mania</title><content type='html'>Hohoho!!! I'm nearing the end of my teens year. Sharks!!! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great and fun and all. No doubt. But the thing is that when my mom and bf asked me what I want for my birthday, I just have ideas that are way beyond their limits or just plainly rejective ideas. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of 'wants' indeed. Well, you must always ask for more in life righhhhtttt????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 20 in a few days time, I would love 20 things in my life. But let's not get greedy. I'll just live with half of it, 10 kays. TOP the list of 'Things I Wantzz'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new glass + wood cupboard. This top the list because it's one of those or maybe the only one that's not so in the 'wantzz' section. I need a cupboard. Don't believe me? Just have a look at my room and you'll know why. So this is definitely gonna be useful for me. Dunchathink? My mom rejected this idea thinking there's way too many cupboards already in my room. Awww~ Mommy come on...I need a girly closet. *pout* I can't find a decent nice picture to illustrate my imagination. And I don't want to spoil my image of a nice cupboard. So, screw it. I'm not gonna put a picture for this. HMPH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An iPhone. I know this is just my greedy wantzz. Oh well, I can dream of getting one, can't I. Maybe you'll get it for me? Huek Huek...Joking ;P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyFk1VAMtI/AAAAAAAACyA/lnjzOgVCCTU/s1600/apple-iphone-3gs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyFk1VAMtI/AAAAAAAACyA/lnjzOgVCCTU/s320/apple-iphone-3gs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A GPS. This would be nice. And I can continue with my exploration that I started last year. I went to Sepang Gold Coast and Morib Goast Coast if you don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyF4lwODyI/AAAAAAAACyQ/DaaPzOpcOXU/s1600/garmin-nuvi-1490t-gps-device.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyF4lwODyI/AAAAAAAACyQ/DaaPzOpcOXU/s320/garmin-nuvi-1490t-gps-device.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I can't get an iPhone, maybe an iTouch??? Hahahhahahah~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyF9XLemtI/AAAAAAAACyU/qUN9gc4cZNg/s1600/ipod-itouch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyF9XLemtI/AAAAAAAACyU/qUN9gc4cZNg/s320/ipod-itouch.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a new pumps shoe. I think that's what they call it. You know, like those ballerina shoes...My shoe closet is rather dusty and old. -,- Not proud of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyGCamW6lI/AAAAAAAACyY/QWHiByGGOyE/s1600/prada-ballerina-pumps.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyGCamW6lI/AAAAAAAACyY/QWHiByGGOyE/s320/prada-ballerina-pumps.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel to the beach and celebrate my birthday there with friends, family and of course MY BF!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyH_XAhVTI/AAAAAAAACys/f7IJWvgJeQs/s1600/photos-of-Taino-Beach-Bahamas-pictures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyH_XAhVTI/AAAAAAAACys/f7IJWvgJeQs/s320/photos-of-Taino-Beach-Bahamas-pictures.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A complete make up set with all the necessary foundations, concealers and stuffs. But this is not exactly necessary. Like I said. Wantzzz...Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyHj4bPEEI/AAAAAAAACyo/Sj1jw-3OyEs/s1600/ae3b4e2a9c1fd0cce344af4bf44cb45c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyHj4bPEEI/AAAAAAAACyo/Sj1jw-3OyEs/s320/ae3b4e2a9c1fd0cce344af4bf44cb45c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A multicolour LV bag. I actually am eye-ing on one. But it's so darn expensive. For gracious sake, it's like US$300. T~T Miserable.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyG9u3HooI/AAAAAAAACyg/n4W__9AEiPA/s1600/20107714421625442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyG9u3HooI/AAAAAAAACyg/n4W__9AEiPA/s320/20107714421625442.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A shopping sprreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~ I want to shop shop and shop... So long didn't go shopping and actually buy something already. BOo hOo HoO =( Stupid exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyHFIU85fI/AAAAAAAACyk/JZurrWSMxeI/s1600/shopping-logo-tss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyHFIU85fI/AAAAAAAACyk/JZurrWSMxeI/s320/shopping-logo-tss.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last of all, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;lotsa lovessss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; would be superb!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyGWBGzArI/AAAAAAAACyc/U3Kmx7E8QbY/s1600/wondercandle-love-im.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyGWBGzArI/AAAAAAAACyc/U3Kmx7E8QbY/s320/wondercandle-love-im.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, watca think of my list????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-7215156113116194567?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7215156113116194567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=7215156113116194567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7215156113116194567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7215156113116194567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-mania.html' title='Birthday Mania'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TKyFk1VAMtI/AAAAAAAACyA/lnjzOgVCCTU/s72-c/apple-iphone-3gs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-5803919585183011832</id><published>2010-08-21T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:41:19.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>No Discriminations!</title><content type='html'>No discriminations here please. I don't care what you think of my blog. I have my preferences on what I wish to write. If you find it boring, just get lost. Some other people will appreciate my posts. I don't need people like 'you' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another things is I'm pretty much occupied with my upcoming exams and assignments. Yes there're more to come although I've already finish half of them. Well, that is what I should expect with my choice of going into Pharmacy course. Aiks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, updates will be pretty pretty late. Sowie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be right back in track and updating more soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TG_zYV7HTmI/AAAAAAAACxw/Jh4zTZv_aYk/s1600/Be+Right+Back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TG_zYV7HTmI/AAAAAAAACxw/Jh4zTZv_aYk/s400/Be+Right+Back.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-5803919585183011832?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5803919585183011832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=5803919585183011832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5803919585183011832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5803919585183011832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-discriminations.html' title='No Discriminations!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TG_zYV7HTmI/AAAAAAAACxw/Jh4zTZv_aYk/s72-c/Be+Right+Back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-2435387449835284918</id><published>2010-08-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:00:22.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Did You Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What to do if you want to marry a rich guy? Useful for girls, Funny for guys!</title><content type='html'>I can't stop laughing after reading this from a Facebook note. Since it's such a GREAT article, I of course should not be selfish by keeping it to myself. So, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHAT TO DO TO MARRY A RICH GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here:&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25 this year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pretty, have style and good taste.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above.&lt;br /&gt;You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York.&lt;br /&gt;My requirement is not high:&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary?&lt;br /&gt;Are you all married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden, $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out?&lt;br /&gt;(Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which age group should I target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ms. Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;br /&gt;I have read your post with great interest.&lt;br /&gt;Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours.&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor.&lt;br /&gt;My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.&lt;br /&gt;From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is very simple, so let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money":&lt;br /&gt;Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation.&lt;br /&gt;If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank CEO&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy funny! Now that you ladies know what those rich dudes think in their mind, don't be such cheap woman and send yourself to them. Let's put up a FIGHT! Prove to them we can earn $500k annually as well. In Malaysia context, that would be...hmm...RM500k? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...don't even think of doing this! We ladies are NO INVESTMENT to you guys. You want us you have to appreciate and value us. Hmph! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-2435387449835284918?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2435387449835284918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=2435387449835284918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2435387449835284918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2435387449835284918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-do-if-you-want-to-marry-rich.html' title='What to do if you want to marry a rich guy? Useful for girls, Funny for guys!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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-492510990620806799.post-2829766114764779109</id><published>2010-08-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:33:19.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'>I Wanna Be The Guy!!</title><content type='html'>I just found the &lt;strong&gt;CRAZIEST SICKIEST AND MANIAC-IEST&lt;/strong&gt; game ever! If those words even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of &lt;em&gt;I Wanna Be The Guy&lt;/em&gt; game??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg15Ppi6UI/AAAAAAAACxI/00bQU3DgMJY/s1600/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg15Ppi6UI/AAAAAAAACxI/00bQU3DgMJY/s400/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's like the easy version of &lt;em&gt;Super Mario&lt;/em&gt; except that it's way uglier, way sickier in it's way of playing and more violence involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg17NEkNGI/AAAAAAAACxg/B6whMXWJH5s/s1600/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+spikes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg17NEkNGI/AAAAAAAACxg/B6whMXWJH5s/s400/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+spikes.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was how I died multiple of times...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I tried playing it and I can't even finish level 1. CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm never good in games. But I've never been NOT able to pass even the Level 1. I'm not so retarded to that extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg164BteLI/AAAAAAAACxY/o0wRoFl780E/s1600/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+difficult+path.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg164BteLI/AAAAAAAACxY/o0wRoFl780E/s400/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+difficult+path.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who would have thought that falling apples would kill someone????!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not really into this game because it involves too much violence for me. It's like you walk a bit slower and you'll get hit by spikes and apples falling on you will kill you too. I died a couple of times already just in Level 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg15_cGDQI/AAAAAAAACxQ/5GNFt5WzUmI/s1600/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg15_cGDQI/AAAAAAAACxQ/5GNFt5WzUmI/s400/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you don't trust me and would still like to try it out on your own, here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kayin.pyoko.org/iwbtg/downloads.php"&gt;Download &lt;em&gt;I Wanna Be The Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you succeed to move to Level 2. I wanna know how to pass Level 1. &lt;strike&gt;Pathetic ain't it. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg198jRaaI/AAAAAAAACxo/jfhfog4DB84/s1600/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+sword.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg198jRaaI/AAAAAAAACxo/jfhfog4DB84/s400/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+sword.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-2829766114764779109?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2829766114764779109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=2829766114764779109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2829766114764779109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2829766114764779109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wanna-be-guy.html' title='I Wanna Be The Guy!!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFg15Ppi6UI/AAAAAAAACxI/00bQU3DgMJY/s72-c/I+wanna+be+the+guy+game+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-7168340692193150973</id><published>2010-07-31T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:57:49.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparkling Juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beef'/><title type='text'>Half Phailed Korean Dinner</title><content type='html'>As promised in the previous blog, this is the &lt;em&gt;white sake&lt;/em&gt; that was used in the Miso Cod marination. The bottle is HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQpYj6r1AI/AAAAAAAACxA/Yy_sQdP9guk/s1600/Japanese+White+Sake+Dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQpYj6r1AI/AAAAAAAACxA/Yy_sQdP9guk/s400/Japanese+White+Sake+Dinner.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My efforts to make a great Korean Dinner for my baby kinda went down the drain. Sobs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked last week for baby at his house. I tried to search for easy to make dishes so there's less hassle passle. And I ended up choosing 2 dishes; &lt;strong&gt;Bulgogi &lt;/strong&gt;(beef) and &lt;strong&gt;Pa Jeon&lt;/strong&gt; (korean pancake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me making the &lt;strong&gt;Pa Jeon&lt;/strong&gt; first. I decided to make this first because this has more hassle and takes a longer time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQlfqHNGJI/AAAAAAAACwA/Kb30kX9d-Ok/s1600/Korea+Homecook+Food+Pancake+Batter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQlfqHNGJI/AAAAAAAACwA/Kb30kX9d-Ok/s400/Korea+Homecook+Food+Pancake+Batter.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mixing the batter for the pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQoLGDnBjI/AAAAAAAACwo/z5VfEVgUfv8/s1600/Pa+Jeon+Korea+Food.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQoLGDnBjI/AAAAAAAACwo/z5VfEVgUfv8/s400/Pa+Jeon+Korea+Food.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the spring onions into the batter. I wasn't the camera person. Baby's hand shaky! When taking food picture, hand shaky. When taking my arse picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQom1NrPzI/AAAAAAAACww/rXwQrcE8lrQ/s1600/Sexy+Arse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQom1NrPzI/AAAAAAAACww/rXwQrcE8lrQ/s400/Sexy+Arse.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...his hands are surprising steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some frying on the hot oily pan, the end product was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQlAW1n5CI/AAAAAAAACv4/KAs2J454mgk/s1600/Korea+Homecook+Food+Pa+Jeon+Pancake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQlAW1n5CI/AAAAAAAACv4/KAs2J454mgk/s400/Korea+Homecook+Food+Pa+Jeon+Pancake.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQl-HnCn7I/AAAAAAAACwI/viOVZp0zN8Q/s1600/Korean+Dinner+Pa+Jeon+Pancake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQl-HnCn7I/AAAAAAAACwI/viOVZp0zN8Q/s400/Korean+Dinner+Pa+Jeon+Pancake.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like pizza, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Da!! This was rather tasty for my first time in making Korean Dishes. But my baby's an expert in eating, so this didn't make the list of his good food. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I head on to make the next dish. &lt;strong&gt;BULGOGI&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marinated the beef a few hours before cooking using soy sauce, spring onion, garlic, &lt;em&gt;mirin&lt;/em&gt; (japanese sweet cooking oil), sesame oil and salt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours after, I took the sliced beef out of the marinating tupperware and pan fried them on the stove. It's suppose to be grilled but pan fried can be done if no grill is available. But then hor, pan fried didn't really taste good. I don't know the problem lies on the beef or on the marination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQntZwKWiI/AAAAAAAACwg/5Z3IvKZ__q0/s1600/Korean+Homecook+Food+Bulgogi+Beef.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQntZwKWiI/AAAAAAAACwg/5Z3IvKZ__q0/s400/Korean+Homecook+Food+Bulgogi+Beef.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQpLnl44FI/AAAAAAAACw4/xP-zkzTHdxA/s1600/Korean+Homecook+Dinner+Bulgogi+Beef.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQpLnl44FI/AAAAAAAACw4/xP-zkzTHdxA/s400/Korean+Homecook+Dinner+Bulgogi+Beef.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm going to blame it on the beef. Hehe! My methods are correct! So, next time I shall buy beef of higher grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQnPMLEVnI/AAAAAAAACwY/Y-xyoqUkSm0/s1600/Korean+Homecook+Dinner+With+Red+Grape+Sparkling+Juice.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQnPMLEVnI/AAAAAAAACwY/Y-xyoqUkSm0/s400/Korean+Homecook+Dinner+With+Red+Grape+Sparkling+Juice.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bulgogi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Pa Jeon&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner with a bottle of Red Grapes Sparkling Juice (Ruben bought it just in case I screw up the dinner. He wanted to buy bacons also...just in case...but he didn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQmqNa1n5I/AAAAAAAACwQ/Gi-O8Pi7sXE/s1600/Korean+Homecook+Dinner+Food.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQmqNa1n5I/AAAAAAAACwQ/Gi-O8Pi7sXE/s400/Korean+Homecook+Dinner+Food.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the day, the dinner, as I see it was a HALF SUCCESS!!! I'm near there already. Just need more practice and more efforts into making them. Next time I'll make it better. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hehe...means baby need to endure another of my marvelous cooking. But it's a priviledge to eat the food I cook. And also it's the thoughts that count ma. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-7168340692193150973?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7168340692193150973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=7168340692193150973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7168340692193150973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7168340692193150973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/half-phailed-korean-dinner.html' title='Half Phailed Korean Dinner'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TFQpYj6r1AI/AAAAAAAACxA/Yy_sQdP9guk/s72-c/Japanese+White+Sake+Dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-1610205789825137438</id><published>2010-07-26T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:07:25.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miso Cod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chawanmushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese Food'/><title type='text'>RM 200 Homecook Japanese Dish: Miso Cod</title><content type='html'>I had a great time with my baby Ruben yesterday. We went Ikano for walks and to buy INCEPTION movie tickets, baby cooked me dinner and we watched Inception (finally) after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0tS7MG7EI/AAAAAAAACvA/WNTlB91LMsU/s1600/Chef+at+action+Miso+Cod.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0tS7MG7EI/AAAAAAAACvA/WNTlB91LMsU/s400/Chef+at+action+Miso+Cod.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cooked me Miso Cod. It's a Japanese dish that some actor fancy (Ruben told me the name of the actor but I forgotten already; paiseh!). But it's really awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0uVi8pBHI/AAAAAAAACvg/f3Fb1LjdKqI/s1600/Miso+Cod+Fish+with+Fried+Vegetables.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0uVi8pBHI/AAAAAAAACvg/f3Fb1LjdKqI/s400/Miso+Cod+Fish+with+Fried+Vegetables.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like eating Unagi with Teriyaki Sauce but instead of Unagi, Cod fish is used. And the sauce isn't exactly Teriyaki sauce because sake is added into the sauce. Teriyaki sauce doesn't contain sake. It's non-halal for Malays remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0umOX2HZI/AAAAAAAACvo/QPBseRvOq8g/s1600/Miso+Cod+sauce.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0umOX2HZI/AAAAAAAACvo/QPBseRvOq8g/s400/Miso+Cod+sauce.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sauce is really DELICIOUS and even Dutchy (Ruben's dog) wants more of it and kept licking her mouth. Hahahaha! Even I want more of the fish and sauce leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0tmQnyB4I/AAAAAAAACvI/oCqWAZ04KRM/s1600/Dutchy+Cockael+Spanial+Dog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0tmQnyB4I/AAAAAAAACvI/oCqWAZ04KRM/s400/Dutchy+Cockael+Spanial+Dog.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish is so tender. A bit of force on it and the meat just falls off. And it's so juicy. I can't wait for baby to cook this again another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0uF_9IGZI/AAAAAAAACvY/8b5P_2Uqw1U/s1600/Miso+Cod+Fish+remove+from+Grill.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0uF_9IGZI/AAAAAAAACvY/8b5P_2Uqw1U/s400/Miso+Cod+Fish+remove+from+Grill.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0t3Lpx2WI/AAAAAAAACvQ/FhskrbPZg-Y/s1600/Miso+Cod+Fish+grilling.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0t3Lpx2WI/AAAAAAAACvQ/FhskrbPZg-Y/s400/Miso+Cod+Fish+grilling.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our cod fish grilling inside the oven. Drooling already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sake taste a bit weird. Bluek! It's not as bad and strong as the China white wine that I tried but still Ruben and I don't really like the taste. It blends well with the sauce but a total NO to drinking it. Yucks!!! (I didn't take a picture of the sake bottle. Next time after I took the picture, I'll post it =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby also cooked me Chawanmushi but we're kinda lack of ingredient cause it's a last minute decision to cook Chawanmushi. So, we only had plain Chawanmushi but it's really nice also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0tHbdwyiI/AAAAAAAACu4/VwxrZrp--Ns/s1600/Chawanmushi+Eggs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0tHbdwyiI/AAAAAAAACu4/VwxrZrp--Ns/s400/Chawanmushi+Eggs.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The eggs used to make the Chawanmushi. Hahaha! I only took this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOTTEN TO TAKE A PICTURE AGAIN!!! Aiseh, too hungry already until I forgotten to take a picture. Pssttt, Dutchy also like this dish so much that she kept crawling at the person who's holding the bowl (the bowl of Chawanmushi was passed to and fro Ruben and I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, Dutchy was so full that she just lied on Baby's bed in a crouch position. I thought she had stomach ache from all the good food initially. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME DINNER! Baby cook for me again....I wanna eat the Miso Cod again. Pweaseeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0s2nxXL8I/AAAAAAAACuw/FBRZSgM1Q4U/s1600/Baby+Ruben+%28Chef+of+the+day%29+%26+Amelia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0s2nxXL8I/AAAAAAAACuw/FBRZSgM1Q4U/s400/Baby+Ruben+%28Chef+of+the+day%29+%26+Amelia.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-1610205789825137438?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1610205789825137438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=1610205789825137438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1610205789825137438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1610205789825137438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/rm-200-homecook-japanese-dish.html' title='RM 200 Homecook Japanese Dish: Miso Cod'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TE0tS7MG7EI/AAAAAAAACvA/WNTlB91LMsU/s72-c/Chef+at+action+Miso+Cod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-5339237855133864992</id><published>2010-07-25T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:44:15.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toilet Vandalism'/><title type='text'>When stupid people and toilet meet</title><content type='html'>I must say, Malaysia has a lot of stupid people. I just can't stand the view of vandalism in toilet. If the toilet is in Chow Kit or somewhere in the back alley where there's difficulties to access even a toilet, then I forgive the fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is in ONE UTAMA! Public area and the place is rather clean and nicely decorated some more (that doesn't include the Old Wing ones, they're pretty run down already). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEvcO5NS4nI/AAAAAAAACuU/6w-7_6hh_vw/s1600/Toilet+door+vandalism.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEvcO5NS4nI/AAAAAAAACuU/6w-7_6hh_vw/s400/Toilet+door+vandalism.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot take the idiocity that those people place on the door. And this is the Ladies. So, it must be a lady that wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she a total lesbian or what? Posting her sexual desire in a Ladies where ONLY LADIES can access unless she's targeting ladies or......maybe aquas??? I don't think they still have their &lt;i&gt;weenee&lt;/i&gt; with them tho. And I actually did met one in the Ladies in Sunway Pyramid before. Not a good experience; weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck to whoever dumb dumb that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-5339237855133864992?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5339237855133864992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=5339237855133864992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5339237855133864992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5339237855133864992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-stupid-people-and-toilet-meet.html' title='When stupid people and toilet meet'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEvcO5NS4nI/AAAAAAAACuU/6w-7_6hh_vw/s72-c/Toilet+door+vandalism.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-3582429344967383934</id><published>2010-07-21T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:24:37.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finger Food'/><title type='text'>Finger Foodie @ Ken Yang's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_853832293"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_853832294"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last week, me and a few high school friends were given a privilege to  taste homecook finger food cooked by Ken Yang, our culinary arts friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I must say, it's really a great night. The  food taste good and the environment is nice. Company is good too! It's  been so long since I last saw most of my high school friends. Especially  Zhi Min that just recently came back from London, UK for summer break.  Unfortunately, he was not expecting to have a 'photo shot' (this was how he  put it) that day and he did not dress his hair up nicely. So, this is  the only photo of him that I manage to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaXkWGJuuI/AAAAAAAACsk/nwgA-9q-6Y0/s1600/Friends.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaXkWGJuuI/AAAAAAAACsk/nwgA-9q-6Y0/s400/Friends.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the left is Zhi Min with Jing Hui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Malaysian culture that you CANNOT miss, our fellow friends decided to make a fashionably late entrance. Making Zhi Min, Ann Joe and I waiting for half an hour hungry. We're the earliest ones that arrive before the bunch make their entrance almost together later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for more people to arrive (some food best serve hot and we don't want anyone to eat cold food), childish Stephen and Weng Tjun played Street Fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaZwAUhrHI/AAAAAAAACt0/urjNhUz2u64/s1600/Street+Fighter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaZwAUhrHI/AAAAAAAACt0/urjNhUz2u64/s400/Street+Fighter.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weng Tjun's game actually but Stephen is still childish. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUN LI'S ARMS AND LEGS ARE HUGE! Did she mutated of somewhat go thru an experimental defect? &lt;strike&gt;GIRL POWER! GIRL POWER! GIRL POWER!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, Kelly and I played around with the FAKE Ray Ban sunglasses on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaY3G5mxaI/AAAAAAAACtc/quO0NPhP7a4/s1600/Ray+Ban+sunglasses+FAKE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaY3G5mxaI/AAAAAAAACtc/quO0NPhP7a4/s400/Ray+Ban+sunglasses+FAKE.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does look a bit kiddy for Ray Ban brand. LOL! Kell's look like a rapper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8.30pm (if my memory didn't fail me), finally the food are appearing on the dining table! I shall just drown you with the food pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;JENG JENG JENG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaW41r0nvI/AAAAAAAACsM/v66FK0-7e8o/s1600/Devil%27s+Egg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaW41r0nvI/AAAAAAAACsM/v66FK0-7e8o/s400/Devil%27s+Egg.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Devil's Egg. Something different that I haven't eat before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaW0u7PjgI/AAAAAAAACsE/K45CNF-HDX0/s1600/Chicken+with+bread+and+tangerine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaW0u7PjgI/AAAAAAAACsE/K45CNF-HDX0/s400/Chicken+with+bread+and+tangerine.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roasted chicken with peeled orange on bread. I like the tangerine. They're so sweeeet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaZI_u7DAI/AAAAAAAACtk/mk5KdLm2yUQ/s1600/Salmon+bread+with+sour+cream.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaZI_u7DAI/AAAAAAAACtk/mk5KdLm2yUQ/s400/Salmon+bread+with+sour+cream.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salmon bruschetta with sour cream on top (I think). I'm a salmon crazee maniac person. So, I'll definitely go for salmon! But this perhaps is a little toooo salty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaYlJF5MvI/AAAAAAAACtM/BQQFWSl-EIo/s1600/Mayonese+Potato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaYlJF5MvI/AAAAAAAACtM/BQQFWSl-EIo/s400/Mayonese+Potato.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mayonese Potato with some other surprise veges? I kinda forgotten to notice what's inside it. Not really fond of this tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaXQakMd5I/AAAAAAAACsc/008fQ2hw2gc/s1600/Fried+Potato+Balls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaXQakMd5I/AAAAAAAACsc/008fQ2hw2gc/s400/Fried+Potato+Balls.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRIED CURRY POTATO BALLS!!! This is awesome. But too much is too filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaZxMdJCJI/AAAAAAAACt8/NP4qmsRJ2IQ/s1600/Tuna+Sandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaZxMdJCJI/AAAAAAAACt8/NP4qmsRJ2IQ/s400/Tuna+Sandwich.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuna Sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaWzqfx0qI/AAAAAAAACr8/kt7JIBq797o/s1600/Chicken+Skewers+and+kebab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaWzqfx0qI/AAAAAAAACr8/kt7JIBq797o/s400/Chicken+Skewers+and+kebab.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicken Skewers/Kebab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaXlYVJxHI/AAAAAAAACss/9fIw56TKlkc/s1600/Ham,+omelette+on+toasted+bread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaXlYVJxHI/AAAAAAAACss/9fIw56TKlkc/s400/Ham,+omelette+on+toasted+bread.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ham, omelet on top of bread. I can still see Mark's shadow overshadowing the food on the right picture! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food kept refilling itself. It kinds of remind me of Harry Potter with his dinner platter never empty until dinner's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaaFMWiR8I/AAAAAAAACuE/uAVwsYD2tTs/s1600/Wine,+friend,+finger+snacks+and+food.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaaFMWiR8I/AAAAAAAACuE/uAVwsYD2tTs/s400/Wine,+friend,+finger+snacks+and+food.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voila!&lt;/i&gt; Full table with food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ken Yang (chef) was in charge of the food, Jing Hui was in charge of the wine. And he bought 2 red wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaYkZEf6DI/AAAAAAAACtE/0vA4UGJ6RCE/s1600/Jacob%27s+Creek+Wine+Australia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaYkZEf6DI/AAAAAAAACtE/0vA4UGJ6RCE/s400/Jacob%27s+Creek+Wine+Australia.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you forgotten who the hell is Jing Hui, scroll back up and see for yourself. I like the right wine more but I can't really judge actually. I only drank a few droplets of the left wine. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ken Yang wanted to open his Mongolian Premium Vodka given to him by his Mongolian friend, Gantulga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaY1jdmp6I/AAAAAAAACtU/DI5Ouzr8s34/s1600/Mongolian+Premium+Vodca+Chinggis+Gold.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaY1jdmp6I/AAAAAAAACtU/DI5Ouzr8s34/s400/Mongolian+Premium+Vodca+Chinggis+Gold.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I caught Mark real surprised looking at the bottle. LOL! Mark want some? Mark's the black guy at the back. =P We didn't get to open this vodka bottle. It's a little too late as well. They only opened the wine bottle after dinner. Everyone forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaZaxUDMsI/AAAAAAAACts/f5q6fcO-UH0/s1600/Salmon+bruschetta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaZaxUDMsI/AAAAAAAACts/f5q6fcO-UH0/s400/Salmon+bruschetta.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the portion is small but continuously eating them really makes me feel full. Yum Yum! Salmon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEbXKpEeupI/AAAAAAAACuM/IKJz_wgWMzY/s1600/Friends+Food.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEbXKpEeupI/AAAAAAAACuM/IKJz_wgWMzY/s400/Friends+Food.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy group around the dining table. This totally proves that STEPHEN IS CHILDISH. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who went that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaX7QIiqOI/AAAAAAAACs0/uRVrOLH90SI/s1600/Homecook+Dinner+Reunion.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaX7QIiqOI/AAAAAAAACs0/uRVrOLH90SI/s400/Homecook+Dinner+Reunion.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture more but since I was blocking Stephen who's trying to stick out from behind, I shall post the other picture that I don't really like so much cause it shows that my thighs are huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaYRuY97qI/AAAAAAAACs8/tPKpMXdT0vg/s1600/Homecook+finger+food+reunion.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaYRuY97qI/AAAAAAAACs8/tPKpMXdT0vg/s400/Homecook+finger+food+reunion.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a summary of all the dishes presented that night. I kinda enjoy photoshopping the pictures. SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaW6BCLf2I/AAAAAAAACsU/pzyvlNuxzEo/s1600/Finger+Food+and+Wine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaW6BCLf2I/AAAAAAAACsU/pzyvlNuxzEo/s400/Finger+Food+and+Wine.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm gratitude to our &lt;i&gt;chef of the day&lt;/i&gt;, Ken Yang and his assistant girlfriend, Chye Peng and of course his sisters for helping out as well in making the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaWyimEDDI/AAAAAAAACr0/2dr6AoPD_-o/s1600/Chef+%26+Girlfriend+Elaine+New.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaWyimEDDI/AAAAAAAACr0/2dr6AoPD_-o/s400/Chef+%26+Girlfriend+Elaine+New.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ken Yang &amp;amp; Chye Peng (so sweet hor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*Happy 40th Month Together*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. I saw Mark in Uni the next day after dinner and he told me he went toilet twice in a row during lectures. Uh Oh...But I was as healthy as a horse. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/492510990620806799-3582429344967383934?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3582429344967383934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=3582429344967383934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/3582429344967383934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/3582429344967383934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/finger-foodie-ken-yangs-house.html' title='Finger Foodie @ Ken Yang&apos;s House'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEaXkWGJuuI/AAAAAAAACsk/nwgA-9q-6Y0/s72-c/Friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-8698908530171061627</id><published>2010-07-19T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:04:51.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria Station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparkling Juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Did You Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beef'/><title type='text'>Victoria Station steaks downgraded!!</title><content type='html'>Seriously! Was Victoria Station's steak that delicious many years back? I really can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Victoria Station near Pusat Bandar Damansara last week and it was quite a disappointed and EXPENSIVE trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Station, The House of Fine Steak. I don't find it fine at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8MM-MDYI/AAAAAAAACok/ZxBc-EN7VPw/s1600/Victoria+station+beef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8MM-MDYI/AAAAAAAACok/ZxBc-EN7VPw/s400/Victoria+station+beef.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruben and I ordered escargot and sirloin steak for food while for drinks, we ordered sparking grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The escargot was fine. Not many comments I can put on this dish. As for the sparkling grape juice, there's a whole lot of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, they served the grape juice without chilling it first. Yea, they chilled it when they bring it to our table. Really stupid. Have they ever tried drinking a non-chill sparkling juice. It's awful! First sip of the drink was okay. But nearing the end of the bottle, both of us felt a weird tinge of taste to the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8LdA8EHI/AAAAAAAACoc/Qa_OCwxW3Cc/s1600/Sparkling+grape+juice+Victoria+station+steak+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8LdA8EHI/AAAAAAAACoc/Qa_OCwxW3Cc/s400/Sparkling+grape+juice+Victoria+station+steak+house.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I rather buy a normal sparkling juice from the supermarket and it'll only cost me half the price of this non-chilled sparkling juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8KRntiUI/AAAAAAAACoU/Dz3utKi5OaM/s1600/Sparkling+Grape+Juice+Victoria+Station+disgusting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8KRntiUI/AAAAAAAACoU/Dz3utKi5OaM/s400/Sparkling+Grape+Juice+Victoria+Station+disgusting.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, as much as this picture shows it's good, IT'S NOT. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my sirloin steak. The picture taken after I ate half of the steak. I kinda forgotten to take the picture when it first arrive. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8NVNCq_I/AAAAAAAACos/Q-ReD7iZB3Y/s1600/Victoria+station+steak+house+sirloin+steak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8NVNCq_I/AAAAAAAACos/Q-ReD7iZB3Y/s400/Victoria+station+steak+house+sirloin+steak.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steak is okay. Yes, only okay. It's not the finest and the best steak I've ever eaten. No. I was expecting more from Victoria Station than to serve me that dish which turn out to be a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8JVJ7rwI/AAAAAAAACoM/SPQVP_Mk52c/s1600/Disgusted+look+victoria+station.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8JVJ7rwI/AAAAAAAACoM/SPQVP_Mk52c/s400/Disgusted+look+victoria+station.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to compare this to The Ship, Victoria Station's steak totally have no match. Seriously! I really would not recommend to dine in Victoria Station. Food quality aren't worth the money, drinks a disappointment, and their staffs are like underpaid. So sad and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely no more Victoria Station for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-8698908530171061627?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8698908530171061627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=8698908530171061627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8698908530171061627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8698908530171061627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/victoria-station-steaks-downgraded.html' title='Victoria Station steaks downgraded!!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDx8MM-MDYI/AAAAAAAACok/ZxBc-EN7VPw/s72-c/Victoria+station+beef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-4114872302994065656</id><published>2010-07-17T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:33:53.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anastasia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Anastasia My Favourite Cartoon!</title><content type='html'>A 20 year old body but a mind of a 7 year old. Gwosh!!! And to add in, I'm not even consider a teen anymore this year. Darn it. But I'm still hooked on to cartoons!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched back my favourite old time cartoon &lt;i&gt;Anastasia&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBLwKj0STI/AAAAAAAACo8/9ir9PaDvO_g/s1600/ANASTASIA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBLwKj0STI/AAAAAAAACo8/9ir9PaDvO_g/s400/ANASTASIA.JPG" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm so hooked to this cartoon. Hmm...maybe it's cause of the songs in it. I really love the songs. So, soothing and nice and best of all, I can sing along with the songs. I KNOW THE LYRICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is touching too. It's not exactly a very famous cartoon back when it was first release in 1997. Oh well, it somehow manage to find it's way into my disc cupboard. And since then, occasionally I'll get it out to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story generally revolves around this girl called Anya who lost her childhood memories and was trying to search for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBL0Hv_SCI/AAAAAAAACpU/NHpF9AJjugo/s1600/anastasia+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBL0Hv_SCI/AAAAAAAACpU/NHpF9AJjugo/s400/anastasia+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and another 2 guys, Dimitri and Vlad travelled together to Paris to meet her Royal Highness (Russian Queen; Anastasia Grandmama). The guys lied to Anya so that she can pretend to be Anastasia for them to get the BUNCH of reward from the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBLy-MzZBI/AAAAAAAACpM/nH4nEyBMcOk/s1600/Anastasia+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBLy-MzZBI/AAAAAAAACpM/nH4nEyBMcOk/s400/Anastasia+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist, it turned out that Anya is the real Anastasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBLxs1PxvI/AAAAAAAACpE/V_n4yETGzvw/s1600/anastasia-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBLxs1PxvI/AAAAAAAACpE/V_n4yETGzvw/s400/anastasia-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some fun fact:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anastasia was actually based on a true history of the Romanovs, a royal family in Russia. Most of the characters in the cartoon are based on true characters during the era. But the roles may have differ slightly or more. There's a lot of uncertainties but who cares! What matters is that the directors made a good job by making the cartoon a success. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you insist, you can visit this website &lt;a href="http://www.anusha.com/anastasi.htm"&gt;Know About Me, Anastasia &lt;/a&gt;to know more about the history and how related the cartoon is to the real history of the Romanovs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly got the urge to watch old cartoons back also thanks to Dorothy who watched Thumbelina yesterday. I borrowed her the disc. And now she made me want to watch Thumbelina as well. Ahhh~ Dorothy I want my disc back. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels awesome to be like a kid again! Once in a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the songs from the cartoon for you to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7m2BBC5dwoE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7m2BBC5dwoE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seV5e96bTL4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seV5e96bTL4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the song that I love soooooo much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLfFOCfAlIc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLfFOCfAlIc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-4114872302994065656?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4114872302994065656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=4114872302994065656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/4114872302994065656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/4114872302994065656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/anastasia-my-favourite-cartoon.html' title='Anastasia My Favourite Cartoon!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TEBLwKj0STI/AAAAAAAACo8/9ir9PaDvO_g/s72-c/ANASTASIA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-5272208124547372076</id><published>2010-07-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:45:40.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl'/><title type='text'>Pearl for elderly or youngsters?</title><content type='html'>In Nanjing, the tour guide brought us to this pearl factory. You know, when I heard that I'm going to the pearl factory, I was expecting to see the oysters that they breed to make pearls. BUT disappointedly, it's winter. The oysters are hibernating. I never knew oysters hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that one oyster can make many pearls?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought one oyster only can make one pearl. Haha! Too much Disney Channel and Nickelodean for me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtaQcqXO1I/AAAAAAAACoE/m8YcfLRGZ-E/s1600/Pearly+White+Cartoon+Pearl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtaQcqXO1I/AAAAAAAACoE/m8YcfLRGZ-E/s200/Pearly+White+Cartoon+Pearl.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after they sit us down and gave us tea, they show us how to remove the pearl from the oysters. It's pretty simple. Get a knife and slice through the separation between the two shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtY5Kj9lUI/AAAAAAAACn0/WbCAtjtYZkY/s1600/Pearl+Shell+Oyster+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtY5Kj9lUI/AAAAAAAACn0/WbCAtjtYZkY/s400/Pearl+Shell+Oyster+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Opened. Although a lot of pearls are formed, some are so distorted that they don't sell them to tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtY2w0ApdI/AAAAAAAACnk/9TUOhqmSB6Y/s1600/Pearl+Shell+Oyster+China+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtY2w0ApdI/AAAAAAAACnk/9TUOhqmSB6Y/s400/Pearl+Shell+Oyster+China+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those distorted pearls are crush and made into pearl cream. I tried it and hmm...not much different from the standard facial creams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While those better looking pearls are made into necklace or bracelets to be sold to tourists. Some are even sold as a pearl itself. If they look expensive enough. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When making into a pendant, they use this machine to drill a hole through the pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtYzzq8UeI/AAAAAAAACnU/A_7uMaTeDK8/s1600/Drill+Holes+In+Pearl+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtYzzq8UeI/AAAAAAAACnU/A_7uMaTeDK8/s400/Drill+Holes+In+Pearl+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtY1jG_CpI/AAAAAAAACnc/NCtzuvp1ok0/s1600/Pearl+Machinery+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtY1jG_CpI/AAAAAAAACnc/NCtzuvp1ok0/s400/Pearl+Machinery+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they attach a hooked of your choice into the hole using glue. Pretty cheap if you ask me. Diamond hook and pearl attached with glue. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the end product still look good. It's not my pendant. I didn't get anything from here. Pearls just make me look older. So, no pearl for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtY5-5BcqI/AAAAAAAACn8/YRSIbqliyqA/s1600/Pearls+and+Diamond+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtY5-5BcqI/AAAAAAAACn8/YRSIbqliyqA/s400/Pearls+and+Diamond+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather short trip to the Pearl Factory considering there's really nothing much to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/492510990620806799-5272208124547372076?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5272208124547372076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=5272208124547372076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5272208124547372076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5272208124547372076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/pearl-for-elderly-or-youngsters.html' title='Pearl for elderly or youngsters?'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDtaQcqXO1I/AAAAAAAACoE/m8YcfLRGZ-E/s72-c/Pearly+White+Cartoon+Pearl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-3218160636221866563</id><published>2010-07-15T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:41:27.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Did You Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative Rocks'/><title type='text'>Rocky Palace In China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you know:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In China, to keep their hands warm during winter, their motorbikes handles have these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjm7CNSjI/AAAAAAAACmU/nYvkcpPt3ck/s1600/Motorbike+HandGloves+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjm7CNSjI/AAAAAAAACmU/nYvkcpPt3ck/s400/Motorbike+HandGloves+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting eh. If Malaysian use these gloves, I think fungus would grow in it. Yukesss!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In China, specifically in one of the provinces, there's this house filled with many different shapes of rocks. It is the Emperor's vacation home. This place is not anywhere near the capital city. Trust me. I travelled there by bus and slept god-knows how many hours before I arrived. That's why I don't actually enjoy travelling in China. Urgh...tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many centuries back, there's no bus or road. All travelling was done by foot. So, what makes this place so interesting that the Emperor spend &lt;b&gt;ONE WHOLE MONTH&lt;/b&gt; by foot just to get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History had it that the Emperor came here once and since then he loved this place so much, he came here every year. Well, it's not him who'll do the walking anyway. So, I bet he didn't feel tired at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is special in its infrastructure. The rocks here are not ordinary rocks. Every rocks resembles something. Mainly lions (cause all I could see are lions...haha!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try spotting the &lt;i&gt;9 lions&lt;/i&gt; in this picture. I also can't manage to find all till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjeEbEsFI/AAAAAAAACl8/J8Mj0WXWeQ4/s1600/9+Lion+Rocks+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjeEbEsFI/AAAAAAAACl8/J8Mj0WXWeQ4/s400/9+Lion+Rocks+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click to enlarge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ignore the woman at the bottom. Can't even take a decent picture with such crowd around. Grr!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love technology. Random eh. Haha! That's because many year back, when there's no camera, the Emperor had to stand at this bridge for hours just to have an art of him at this place drawn. Pity pity. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjh3A2Z3I/AAAAAAAACmE/6RixcLGsjO0/s1600/China+Rock+Bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjh3A2Z3I/AAAAAAAACmE/6RixcLGsjO0/s400/China+Rock+Bridge.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it only took me few seconds to take this picture. Wakakaka! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional China houses are really luxurious and calming in it. They even have their own lake inside. It's like a totally different world in it. If only my house is this big. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjuUaBAxI/AAAAAAAACms/BJwbfBAHF98/s1600/Rocks+Tunnels+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjuUaBAxI/AAAAAAAACms/BJwbfBAHF98/s400/Rocks+Tunnels+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my sister. Very long didn't see her already. Kinda miss her now...hmmm. Now, focus on the background. NOT HER. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjzW_0gbI/AAAAAAAACm8/mZ1enqXtYe8/s1600/Rocky+Palace+Rocks+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjzW_0gbI/AAAAAAAACm8/mZ1enqXtYe8/s400/Rocky+Palace+Rocks+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place is not only filled with weird shape rocks, these rocks also form tunnels and tunnels. The Emperor maintained this place for his vacation home was also because he loved the tunnels. He enjoyed walking through the tunnels for hours without seeing an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrj2rQN3EI/AAAAAAAACnE/V5GhXbWrna8/s1600/Tunnel+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrj2rQN3EI/AAAAAAAACnE/V5GhXbWrna8/s400/Tunnel+China.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try spotting another lion here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjoIyPjlI/AAAAAAAACmc/lIoK0hC5odE/s1600/Rock+Lion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjoIyPjlI/AAAAAAAACmc/lIoK0hC5odE/s400/Rock+Lion.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click to enlarge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is so huge. Doors after doors after doors. It's like I was walking in circles. This family must be damn rich at that century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't find? Look closer at the rock in middle of the picture. You'll see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjiw8syBI/AAAAAAAACmM/Pak4xbRBWhQ/s1600/Lion+Rock+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjiw8syBI/AAAAAAAACmM/Pak4xbRBWhQ/s400/Lion+Rock+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Exactly like a lion with legs and tail. Tho the face is a bit distorted. It's a rock afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember where's this place anymore. I went there during February and that was like months ago. So, if you're interested, check out with the travel agencies about this place or just follow the tour with Shanghai, Hangzhou, Suzhou, Nanjing and etc in it. They'll definitely drop by this place. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-3218160636221866563?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3218160636221866563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=3218160636221866563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/3218160636221866563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/3218160636221866563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/rocky-palace-in-china.html' title='Rocky Palace In China'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDrjm7CNSjI/AAAAAAAACmU/nYvkcpPt3ck/s72-c/Motorbike+HandGloves+China.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-6706759010906017837</id><published>2010-07-13T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:51:07.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Let's Learn About Tea!</title><content type='html'>Heard of &lt;i&gt;Oolong Cha&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup it's a chinese tea. But that's not out focus today. Today we're learning about Green Tea. Not the Japan ones. The China one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last trip to China, they brought us to this Green Tea Plantation at dawn. Well, it's in their tourist schedule and we can't escape from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnzCbwXkBI/AAAAAAAAClc/gscWDUOobno/s1600/Green+Tea+Plantation+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnzCbwXkBI/AAAAAAAAClc/gscWDUOobno/s400/Green+Tea+Plantation+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did learn something there. Did you know that tea leaves are fried using &lt;i&gt;bare hands&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDny5DRi1kI/AAAAAAAAClE/ekIqSE6p54U/s1600/Frying+Green+Tea+Leaves+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDny5DRi1kI/AAAAAAAAClE/ekIqSE6p54U/s400/Frying+Green+Tea+Leaves+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They use hands to fry the leaves so that they can control the temperature of the wok. If it's too hot, they can lower the temperature. Tea leaves have nutrients in them. If temperature too high, the nutrients within are destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they start the frying, they wipe a layer of tea oil (those bottles on the brim of the wok) on the wok first so that the tea leaves won't stick on the wok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDn0tGpv-NI/AAAAAAAACls/old3rInsLto/s1600/Raw+Green+Tea+Leaves+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDn0tGpv-NI/AAAAAAAACls/old3rInsLto/s400/Raw+Green+Tea+Leaves+China.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green tea plant but the baby leaves are already plucked by the workers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make green tea, they only pluck the new grown baby leaves at the end of the branch. So, imagine how much they need to many so many green teas to be exported overseas and also sold in their country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a tourist area. So, they definitely want to try their hardest to sell as much tea to you as possible. So, we end up in a room for their staff to brief us some tea knowledge and sell us some tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnzAtAKGKI/AAAAAAAAClU/Eu0Hd0D2wGw/s1600/Green+Tea+Explanations+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnzAtAKGKI/AAAAAAAAClU/Eu0Hd0D2wGw/s400/Green+Tea+Explanations+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty boring in here. Considering I'm not really in the authority to decide whether to buy or not. Well, not that I want to anyway. It's crazily expensive. So, I end up taking picture my FREE GREEN TEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDny9Bpd-PI/AAAAAAAAClM/TvTJsEo5RJM/s1600/Green+Tea+Drink+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDny9Bpd-PI/AAAAAAAAClM/TvTJsEo5RJM/s400/Green+Tea+Drink+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice Nice?? No? I love using macro to take pictures upclose with the blurry background. It looks so professional. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I wasn't really an attentive student during the briefing, I did remember something that she demonstrated to us. It's a magic trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try this magic trick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, take a tall transparent cup. Put in rice and pour tap water over it until it's 3/4 full. Then, add in iodine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another cup, make some green tea. Any brand would do. I'm pretty sure any green tea, in fact any tea would do the trick. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you notice that the first cup with blackish in colour. Pour in the green tea to the first cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the colour again. You should see the blackish colour decolorizing. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green tea actually contain some starch. That's why the iodine decolourises. Starch can decolourise iodine from blackish to colourless.&amp;nbsp; It isn't exactly a magic show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice, iodine (from seafood like fish) and water used are the food that we normally take into our stomach. What they trying to show here is that green tea has an effect in neutralizing the toxins in our stomach. Pretty impressive demostration. It feels as tho I'm in a magic show. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the briefing, when my travelmates were deciding whether to buy the teas, my sister and I sneak a toilet break to take some pictures outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnzGTMERhI/AAAAAAAAClk/FNdIOevjWmo/s1600/Green+Tea+Pot+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnzGTMERhI/AAAAAAAAClk/FNdIOevjWmo/s400/Green+Tea+Pot+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDn4LYNQcWI/AAAAAAAACl0/o3j2MKP3efQ/s1600/Porcelain+tea+pot+china.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDn4LYNQcWI/AAAAAAAACl0/o3j2MKP3efQ/s400/Porcelain+tea+pot+china.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom did buy some green tea sweets. But it's all gone by now. So, Green Tea anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-6706759010906017837?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6706759010906017837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=6706759010906017837&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/6706759010906017837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/6706759010906017837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-learn-about-tea.html' title='Let&apos;s Learn About Tea!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnzCbwXkBI/AAAAAAAAClc/gscWDUOobno/s72-c/Green+Tea+Plantation+China.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-5097189040972647275</id><published>2010-07-12T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:45:19.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Did You Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>How they make silk in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you know:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Shanghai families, guys are the ones that do the house chores. Not the women! So if you marry a Shanghai man, you don't have to do any house chores. They'll do the cleaning, the cooking and at the same time, they have to work too. Interesting? No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is quite a late post since I came back from China like months ago BUT late is better than none isn't it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of places that I set my feet on in China. Some are pretty boring (I shall not torture you with those boring places) and some are really interesting! Like the Silk Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty sure everyone knows that silk comes from silk worms. I didn't get to see any because I went during the winter season when they're all hibernating in the holes. =((( Total disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we did visit the factory and witness how they make silk. Now, before I start, let me put you to a guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXg8olpAI/AAAAAAAACk8/Ko6B64rpf5M/s1600/Worm%27s+puppa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXg8olpAI/AAAAAAAACk8/Ko6B64rpf5M/s400/Worm%27s+puppa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that silk comes from the pupa of silk worms. Pupa is their babies just in case you don't know. So, in the above picture, you have 2 different types of pupa. Which is the twin pupa and which contains only one pupa in it?? Take a wild guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXg8olpAI/AAAAAAAACk8/Ko6B64rpf5M/s1600/Worm%27s+puppa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXg8olpAI/AAAAAAAACk8/Ko6B64rpf5M/s400/Worm%27s+puppa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pupa on the left are the twin ones and the one on the right are the single pupa. Notice how the left sets are slightly bigger than the right ones. That's because the twin need to contain two pupa in it. So, it's slightly larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do their sizes differ, their functions differ as well. Single pupa silk are use to make silk threads for clothing, scarf and etc. Generally anything that has to do with garments. While the twin pupa are used to make silk blankets, pillows and etc. To explain it easier, twin silk are used for anything that has to do with bed and single silk are used to make thread which can then be made into anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make into thread, the single pupa are placed in warm water to soften the egg-like structure so each strand of thread can be separated. Once the thread are separated, one thread of silk used to make clothing is made from combination of 6 smaller silk threads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6 pupa = 6 smaller silk threads = &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; strand of silk thread used to make garments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these processes from the warming of the pupa to making the thread uses these machinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXVIAHadI/AAAAAAAACkc/yaqVeSsGn-A/s1600/Silk+Factory+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXVIAHadI/AAAAAAAACkc/yaqVeSsGn-A/s400/Silk+Factory+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't take an upclose picture. It's really super interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we know about the single pupa, what about the twin pupa? The process of making silk pillow or blanket is even more interesting than making the thread. The thread making is actually quite easy peasy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For twin pupa, they don't separate them into single smaller threads. They use the whole silk covering directly. Don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is they warm the twin pupa silk covering (the white stuffs covering the pupa inside) to soften it and they do this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXcAo4WwI/AAAAAAAACks/t35mzcL8wEg/s1600/Silk+Worm+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXcAo4WwI/AAAAAAAACks/t35mzcL8wEg/s400/Silk+Worm+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;biji-biji&lt;/i&gt; on the left of her hands are the soften twin pupa. After softening, they directly remove the pupa from within and pull the silk covering over the &lt;i&gt;upside-down-U-shape&lt;/i&gt; metal to stretch the silk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too many strands of silk in there cause it's made by 2 pupa. So, it's easy to be tangle up. That's why they don't use it to make threads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the stretched silk is dried. Another group of ladies then further pull it into this table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXenVi2PI/AAAAAAAACk0/BQe8n7hkx8Y/s1600/Women+Pulling+Twin+Puppa+Silk+China+Factory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXenVi2PI/AAAAAAAACk0/BQe8n7hkx8Y/s400/Women+Pulling+Twin+Puppa+Silk+China+Factory.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see the silk piece they're stretching?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXR6y0CJI/AAAAAAAACkU/fvoBychIuLM/s1600/Silk+Blanket+China+Silk+Worm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXR6y0CJI/AAAAAAAACkU/fvoBychIuLM/s400/Silk+Blanket+China+Silk+Worm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXO-YDXcI/AAAAAAAACkM/o_UcNi_v4Ls/s1600/Silk+Blanket+China+Factory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXO-YDXcI/AAAAAAAACkM/o_UcNi_v4Ls/s400/Silk+Blanket+China+Factory.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, my sister, another lady from our tour group and I tried pulling one piece. We ended up making the ladies that work there frustrated cause we didn't pull it evenly. Too much silk at one corner. Hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blanket is made from many layers of this silk piece. So, you can imagine how soft and cozy it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For blankets, this whole piece of many layers of silk pieces is directly inserted into blanket coverings made from silk cloths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pillow, this bundle of silk pieces is further folded to make into a pillow shape before inserting into silk cloths. So, pillow requires less silk pieces from twin pupa as they need to be folded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXZUx5CfI/AAAAAAAACkk/Iyb9xUL-GW4/s1600/Silk+Factory+In+China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXZUx5CfI/AAAAAAAACkk/Iyb9xUL-GW4/s400/Silk+Factory+In+China.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Silk Factory interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after knowing the whole process, imagine how many pupa are used to make even one blanket. A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now's another trivia, if the silk covering of the pupa are used to make silk threads, silk blankets and pillows, what happen to the &lt;i&gt;pupa&lt;/i&gt;???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-5097189040972647275?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5097189040972647275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=5097189040972647275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5097189040972647275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5097189040972647275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-they-make-silk-in-china.html' title='How they make silk in China'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnXg8olpAI/AAAAAAAACk8/Ko6B64rpf5M/s72-c/Worm%27s+puppa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-9223110205569918599</id><published>2010-07-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:02:15.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Hot Pot In Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember in my previous post that I mentioned about some food worth eating in Genting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, scroll down further and check the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Genting food aren't exactly the first class food or even anywhere near first class food that you thought it would be. Being named First World doesn't really mean it has first class food in it. But nevertheless, I found this restaurant quite special and unique. Something you don't find in KL. Well, as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you enter First World Indoor Theme Park, you'll see this very big sign of &lt;i&gt;Hot Pot&lt;/i&gt;. You can't miss it. It's so HUGE! Or maybe you could since it's located upstairs. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, if you can't find, just ask around. Couldn't be that hard. So, what's so special about it eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a &lt;i&gt;steamboat+frying&lt;/i&gt; style. Kinda reminds me of BBQ Plaza in One Utama. But that's totally opposite. This has the steamboat in the middle while the frying is at the side. BBQ Plaza has the frying in the middle instead. Not much of a steamboat tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnODOMqONI/AAAAAAAACj0/thd7FrjhF5U/s1600/Delicious+Food+Steamboat+Genting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnODOMqONI/AAAAAAAACj0/thd7FrjhF5U/s400/Delicious+Food+Steamboat+Genting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the food!! Awesome, no? I like the fried egg plant. It's so SWEET!! And there's a little piggy in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fun experience to cook your own food up in Genting where it's so cool and nice. Eating something warm is really fun. But then, the thing with this frying pan is that the oil keep jumping off the pan cause got water when we try to get some of the food out from the middle pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip would be to sit further away from the pot. Well, unless you have the time to cook your whole evening through (it's buffet by the way. So you can eat all you want till midnight), you can sit right in front of the stove. I wouldn't recommend that tho. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnOFrDrTqI/AAAAAAAACj8/gf8BdYdzT74/s1600/Food+Genting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnOFrDrTqI/AAAAAAAACj8/gf8BdYdzT74/s400/Food+Genting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun way of eating and something totally different that you don't see in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnOJDlv78I/AAAAAAAACkE/WXWIv3QhmSo/s1600/Food+Hot+Pot+Genting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnOJDlv78I/AAAAAAAACkE/WXWIv3QhmSo/s400/Food+Hot+Pot+Genting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!!!! Notice how far I was from the pot. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-9223110205569918599?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9223110205569918599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=9223110205569918599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/9223110205569918599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/9223110205569918599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/hot-pot-in-genting.html' title='Hot Pot In Genting'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDnODOMqONI/AAAAAAAACj0/thd7FrjhF5U/s72-c/Delicious+Food+Steamboat+Genting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-7426960769051015940</id><published>2010-07-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:36:02.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>I feel like a kid again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genting, The City of Entertainment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been there since I was like...hmmm...I don't even remember when was the last time I was there. I just remember that the last time it was with my grandpapa that passed away like many years back. That's how long I have not been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrA9KFVGI/AAAAAAAACiM/bIgm-e_d0EM/s1600/Genting+First+World.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrA9KFVGI/AAAAAAAACiM/bIgm-e_d0EM/s400/Genting+First+World.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Ruben and I went up there for holidays. It was a memorable and great holiday for both of us. Food there ain't the best and it's quite pricey as well. But I'll leave the food to the next post. There are food worth eating too up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, talk about Genting, surely must talk bout the rides and entertainment there. But let's not bored you to death with my long elaboration of nonsense that you've already know. I shall just go straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One main attraction in &lt;i&gt;Genting First World&lt;/i&gt; was the magic show, &lt;i&gt;Dazzle&lt;/i&gt; held in &lt;i&gt;The Pavillion&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;i&gt;First World Indoor Theme Park&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls that performed was so HAWTT!!! Superb! They have abs like guys do. Super sexy belly dancing. Whoa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMqv0ifdBI/AAAAAAAACiE/MyCsd1Vrx1c/s1600/Genting+Magic+Show+Dazzle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMqv0ifdBI/AAAAAAAACiE/MyCsd1Vrx1c/s400/Genting+Magic+Show+Dazzle.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got scolded after taking this picture. Wuwuwu~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the magic show was so so only. It's actually not worth the money we paid. We bought VIP seating (3rd row from the front) that cost us RM 90 each. Maybe Ruben and I have such good eyes that the illusions don't work on us. We kinda see through most of the tricks. The first magic performance was some dude magically appear a WHOLE LOT of umbrellas. Weird? Tell me about it. But I doubt it's that hard to pull that trick. A little bit of practicing would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, followed by the hand shadow. This is the good bits of the show. The best actually. Purely skills and it's really awesome. If you ask me to watch it again, this will have to be the only reason I'll go again. Other than this, there's just not much to say. Still, NOT WORTH THE MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Theme Park too. Twice cause of some inconvenience that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrOe8yuwI/AAAAAAAACi8/1maAqzjz0Lk/s1600/Genting+Theme+Park+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrOe8yuwI/AAAAAAAACi8/1maAqzjz0Lk/s400/Genting+Theme+Park+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOMP TO GO TO THEME PARK!!! Weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrMahAOxI/AAAAAAAACi0/ReSzh-vCr6M/s1600/Genting+Spin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrMahAOxI/AAAAAAAACi0/ReSzh-vCr6M/s400/Genting+Spin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this?? I love this!!! I know this is mild wildness only. So??? Different people have different preferences. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrC7EyeVI/AAAAAAAACiU/FX7xeUKlHPc/s1600/Genting+Chocolate+Fountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrC7EyeVI/AAAAAAAACiU/FX7xeUKlHPc/s400/Genting+Chocolate+Fountain.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHOCOLATE!!!! I want chocolate now also. Ish...Shall head to hunt chocolates in my fridge in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrFFX6T7I/AAAAAAAACic/b-lQbKnBnws/s1600/Genting+Chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrFFX6T7I/AAAAAAAACic/b-lQbKnBnws/s400/Genting+Chocolate.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates are meant to be shared with your love ones. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrHb2YYdI/AAAAAAAACik/9c8M4pTs0Rg/s1600/Genting+Dinosour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrHb2YYdI/AAAAAAAACik/9c8M4pTs0Rg/s400/Genting+Dinosour.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr!! I bite. Tho it was quite long I went up to Genting, I don't remember The Dinoland to be so&lt;i&gt; incy bincy tiny&lt;/i&gt;. I remembered there's a tunnel with a boat ride and not just a 1 minute walk around the two small humps they called hills. Lame! And the boat ride was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, after dinner (I'll fill you in on the dinner in another post. Dinner is great!), we wanted to play the &lt;i&gt;Bumper Car&lt;/i&gt; but the adult one is close. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrKXMOuaI/AAAAAAAACis/NmQwMP7qUFM/s1600/Genting+Height.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrKXMOuaI/AAAAAAAACis/NmQwMP7qUFM/s400/Genting+Height.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tooooooo tall for the kids one. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did went to the adult &lt;i&gt;Bumper Car&lt;/i&gt; the next day. Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMuKVYpq2I/AAAAAAAACjE/e__8McPE8yY/s1600/Genting+Bumper+Car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMuKVYpq2I/AAAAAAAACjE/e__8McPE8yY/s400/Genting+Bumper+Car.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMuL4DLc0I/AAAAAAAACjM/Ku8bLBJAs2c/s1600/Bumper+Car+Genting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMuL4DLc0I/AAAAAAAACjM/Ku8bLBJAs2c/s400/Bumper+Car+Genting.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh! There's this 4D movie thingy that's so cool!! It's so much cooler than those 3D movies in GSC and TGV. Really total 4D. The chairs even move together with the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMvvX-XxNI/AAAAAAAACjU/vKvH-qU6Kmk/s1600/Genting+4D+movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMvvX-XxNI/AAAAAAAACjU/vKvH-qU6Kmk/s400/Genting+4D+movie.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool specs. No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm too lazy to update the rest already. I'll fill you in on the rest of the rides and food up in Genting in the next post. Ciaoz...out to hunting for chocolates. KISSES HERE I COME. Muax muax~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-7426960769051015940?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7426960769051015940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=7426960769051015940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7426960769051015940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7426960769051015940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-like-kid-again.html' title='I feel like a kid again'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDMrA9KFVGI/AAAAAAAACiM/bIgm-e_d0EM/s72-c/Genting+First+World.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-7567294659176048297</id><published>2010-07-06T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:25:35.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pork Burgers for Sale in Malaysia!!!</title><content type='html'>Ruben and I was wondering around Tropicana City looking for food to eat while waiting for his friends to come. Out of the blues, we saw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDKxq9p8oSI/AAAAAAAACh0/gQzM0we8O2Y/s1600/Pork+Burgers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDKxq9p8oSI/AAAAAAAACh0/gQzM0we8O2Y/s400/Pork+Burgers.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES REALLY! Dream came through!!! Pork burgers are for sale now in Malaysia. It comes in a variety of flavours; original, black peppers, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S PORK BURGER! I'm fanatic about pork. So what???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give it a try. One mini ninja (it's a bit lame to call a burger that...total degrading) cost RM 5.50. It's almost the same size with your regular McDonald Cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDKxsflbj5I/AAAAAAAACh8/LuBpTZz469w/s1600/Original+Flavour+Pork+Burger%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDKxsflbj5I/AAAAAAAACh8/LuBpTZz469w/s400/Original+Flavour+Pork+Burger%21.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to find pork burgers even in China where everyone eat pork. I actually tried finding pork burger in China in my last trip cause I heard that the McD there sells pork burgers. To my disappointment, they don't. So, it's totally surprising to find pork burgers in MALAYSIA, a muslim country where pork prices are going towering high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDKxo6dpR2I/AAAAAAAAChs/66huIFxdEXM/s1600/Burgers+Delicious.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDKxo6dpR2I/AAAAAAAAChs/66huIFxdEXM/s400/Burgers+Delicious.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Happy Ruben with his Original Flavour Pork Burger + My handbag. AWESOME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-7567294659176048297?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7567294659176048297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=7567294659176048297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7567294659176048297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7567294659176048297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/pork-burgers-for-sale-in-malaysia.html' title='Pork Burgers for Sale in Malaysia!!!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TDKxq9p8oSI/AAAAAAAACh0/gQzM0we8O2Y/s72-c/Pork+Burgers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-4550358949726580954</id><published>2010-07-01T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:00:09.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tom's Dick Is Hairy?</title><content type='html'>Woops. Sorry that the updates too so loooong. Still in holiday mood. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom, Dick and Harry Pub+Grub is a neighborhood bar located in Taman Tun Dr Ismail. I've only been there once a long while ago but I still remember the day like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2m1jvlJI/AAAAAAAACg0/KQXEUoa2U44/s1600/Tom+Dick+Harry+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2m1jvlJI/AAAAAAAACg0/KQXEUoa2U44/s400/Tom+Dick+Harry+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the pub. A seemingly small looking pub with tables and chairs place till the front portion of the restaurant. The place doesn't seem to be very much interesting and not to mention, it's quite a small crammy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2l811XBI/AAAAAAAACgs/5h9BAItU2Nw/s1600/Tom+Dick+Harry+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2l811XBI/AAAAAAAACgs/5h9BAItU2Nw/s400/Tom+Dick+Harry+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I really like the service here. It really does make you feel as though you entered a place where everyone knows you and you feel you belong there. Very nice environment I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2ouzgSSI/AAAAAAAACg8/uADSjPUMPOY/s1600/Tom+Dick+Harry+menu+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2ouzgSSI/AAAAAAAACg8/uADSjPUMPOY/s400/Tom+Dick+Harry+menu+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the place came about? Legend has it that Tom came to Malaysia and started the business with Dick. How Harry came to be in the partnership? I don't remember. Haha! But it's truly is an interesting story. Check it out when you're there yourself. It's written on the front page of the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foodwise, I don't find much variety here. Maybe I didn't explore much on the food section. Will update on the food the next time I'm there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little sneak peak on what's available on their super-humongous-menu-board on the wall located next to my seat the last time I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2qmqX6XI/AAAAAAAAChE/VjpJ00yyUHk/s1600/Tom+Dick+Harry+menu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2qmqX6XI/AAAAAAAAChE/VjpJ00yyUHk/s400/Tom+Dick+Harry+menu.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby huh? But still, you've got to try to know how it taste. To see is to believe right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TDH is also a pet friendly place, same with Friendscino. You can bring your dogs, cats, guinea pigs, and even hamster there. But I don't see why you'll bring a hamster out tho. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw4Rk7UgEI/AAAAAAAAChM/9rfPy1aOQ_8/s1600/Tom+Dick+Harry+Pet+Friendly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw4Rk7UgEI/AAAAAAAAChM/9rfPy1aOQ_8/s320/Tom+Dick+Harry+Pet+Friendly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is Tom's Dick Hairy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw4TswVguI/AAAAAAAAChc/d0PjPZpI1xk/s1600/Tom%27s+Dick+is+Hairy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw4TswVguI/AAAAAAAAChc/d0PjPZpI1xk/s400/Tom%27s+Dick+is+Hairy.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you have to find it out yourself. &lt;i&gt;*wink*&lt;/i&gt; Personally, I like to hang out at this place when it's not that pack. When it is, I rather head my way down to quieter places to chill and relax. Simply because like I said, TDH is small and crammy. And I have a certain hatred towards cigarette smokes. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crammy = More cigarette smokes near me = Dislike&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I rather be safe than sorry. Other than the lack of space and the incomplete review on the food section, TDH is a rather comfortable neighborhood pub that you'll like once you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like to check the place out, here a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw4Sk5-eWI/AAAAAAAAChU/e-i7xd04BI4/s1600/Tom+Dick+Harry+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw4Sk5-eWI/AAAAAAAAChU/e-i7xd04BI4/s400/Tom+Dick+Harry+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to make a large gathering at TDH during peak days like Saturday and Sunday nights? Then you better make reservation first. The place is normally fully pack at these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone no:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;03 77102122 / 010 259 6745 (Rudy)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you like more information on this place, check out their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#%21/pages/Kuala-Lumpur-Malaysia/Tom-Dick-Harrys-pubgrub/184370164933?ajaxpipe=1&amp;amp;__a=135"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; page. Everything's on Facebook nowadays. Extremely convenient. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits to TDH Facebook page. I love their cartoonish pictures. They're just awesome. Just look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw4U9_aJtI/AAAAAAAAChk/3JMJBOYBVJk/s1600/Friends+don%27t+let+friends+drink+and+drive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw4U9_aJtI/AAAAAAAAChk/3JMJBOYBVJk/s400/Friends+don%27t+let+friends+drink+and+drive.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends Don't Let Friends Drink And Drive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; (AWESOME!!!)&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/492510990620806799-4550358949726580954?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4550358949726580954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=4550358949726580954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/4550358949726580954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/4550358949726580954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/07/toms-dick-is-hairy.html' title='Tom&apos;s Dick Is Hairy?'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCw2m1jvlJI/AAAAAAAACg0/KQXEUoa2U44/s72-c/Tom+Dick+Harry+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-1038242234900676873</id><published>2010-06-24T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:20:35.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Friendscino - Friends Culture Is Not Optional</title><content type='html'>What do you look for when you hang out with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) A nice cosy place to talk?&lt;br /&gt;b) A place with cheap food and drinks?&lt;br /&gt;OR &lt;br /&gt;c) A place with lots of pretty girls to 'kap'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to make up your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CHOOSE WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THEM ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendscino&lt;/i&gt; formally known as &lt;i&gt;Friendster Cafe&lt;/i&gt; has rebranded and redecorated into a newly furnished place. A place draped with red curtains and walls with red paint which makes the restaurant/bar a really cosy place to chitchat and do some catching up with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyT7yq8dI/AAAAAAAACcs/qi7asspCyQo/s1600/Friends+%281%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyT7yq8dI/AAAAAAAACcs/qi7asspCyQo/s400/Friends+%281%29.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyU54mjhI/AAAAAAAACc0/SGnF4Ec_W3g/s1600/Dining+area.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyU54mjhI/AAAAAAAACc0/SGnF4Ec_W3g/s400/Dining+area.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7V9Q_3zI/AAAAAAAACf0/Ie-CE-XY4m0/s1600/Smoking+area.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7V9Q_3zI/AAAAAAAACf0/Ie-CE-XY4m0/s400/Smoking+area.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7AgC8T0I/AAAAAAAACfk/c83frVFADsE/s1600/Outside+veranda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7AgC8T0I/AAAAAAAACfk/c83frVFADsE/s400/Outside+veranda.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outside veranda (pets are welcome here =D Awesome isn't it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, the place is so roomy that there won't be people squash behind you from another table and eavesdrop on your conversations. You know I hate Library, e@Curve. So jam pack that I can't even breath in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyWSEfv8I/AAAAAAAACdE/t-bkmWLnGmA/s1600/Friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyWSEfv8I/AAAAAAAACdE/t-bkmWLnGmA/s400/Friends.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendscino&lt;/i&gt; is actually an abbreviation of &lt;i&gt;Friends Culture Is Not Optional&lt;/i&gt;. Generally, in layman terms, it means that anyone from any walks of life is welcome here. EVEN PETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI0Hou-KWI/AAAAAAAACfM/CAdIwdHnuvM/s1600/Cute+Puppy+Doggy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI0Hou-KWI/AAAAAAAACfM/CAdIwdHnuvM/s400/Cute+Puppy+Doggy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that dog &lt;strike&gt;and the owner&lt;/strike&gt; the cutest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food her is quite delicious. I personally tried most of the food in the menu and they really strike some taste buds of mine. They have western and asian main course to snacks like sandwiches and tapas. And to top them all up, &lt;i&gt;Friendscino&lt;/i&gt; is &lt;b&gt;HALAL&lt;/b&gt;! A total malay friendly place to dine in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzVijHxAI/AAAAAAAACd8/fiYbaVsA1l0/s1600/IMG_5635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzVijHxAI/AAAAAAAACd8/fiYbaVsA1l0/s400/IMG_5635.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially ordered for me by darling Ruben. 4 in 1 Bruschetta; from top right: &lt;i&gt;sliced tomato &amp;amp; smoked salmon, chicken salami &amp;amp; mayo dip, aubergine, avocado &amp;amp; pepper dip, sauteed shitake &amp;amp; button mushroom&lt;/i&gt;. This is a MUST TRY item when you're here. TASTE AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more pictures of food to keep you drooling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyVu7Jy6I/AAAAAAAACc8/AM1JcDaWx18/s1600/Creamy+Linguini+with+beef+bacon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyVu7Jy6I/AAAAAAAACc8/AM1JcDaWx18/s640/Creamy+Linguini+with+beef+bacon.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creamy Linguini with Beef Bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzaXOgdJI/AAAAAAAACes/_BeDqsy2ERg/s1600/Sirloin+steak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzaXOgdJI/AAAAAAAACes/_BeDqsy2ERg/s640/Sirloin+steak.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black pepper sirloin steak. I don't have to eat this to know it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCMUsKgZQgI/AAAAAAAACgk/9QybEf8cgrs/s1600/IMG_5626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCMUsKgZQgI/AAAAAAAACgk/9QybEf8cgrs/s400/IMG_5626.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of me is Creamy Seafood Pesto Linguini Style. I'm not really  fond of spagetti, so I can't really give you any comment on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Life is uncertain, eat dessert first"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzcAq3J0I/AAAAAAAACe8/LcbOr5XXkwY/s1600/Desserts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzcAq3J0I/AAAAAAAACe8/LcbOr5XXkwY/s400/Desserts.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some food are not up to my expectations as well. Different people have different preference. So, I will leave the judging to you when you try them out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7WbHPeNI/AAAAAAAACf8/oLGmoej7yL8/s1600/Strawberry+Daiquiri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7WbHPeNI/AAAAAAAACf8/oLGmoej7yL8/s640/Strawberry+Daiquiri.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what about drinks? If you love alcohols, I tell you, you'll love this place. A place that offer a wide range of beers from the common draft beers&lt;i&gt; Carlberg, Hoegaarden White, Stella Artois, Leffe Blonde, Blackthorn Cider, Tetley's Ale&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Connor Stout&lt;/i&gt; to the bottled beers of another long list which you can view it from here...(You don't want to be bored to death by a long list of beer, do you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzfsM-OgI/AAAAAAAACfE/4L_CT0uF1O8/s1600/Carlsberg+and+beers+offers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzfsM-OgI/AAAAAAAACfE/4L_CT0uF1O8/s400/Carlsberg+and+beers+offers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click to enlarge &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To heat things up even more, ladies get a free draft beer &lt;i&gt;Hoegaarden White&lt;/i&gt; 1 pint everyday from &lt;b&gt;5.30 to 6.30 pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyZdrai6I/AAAAAAAACdc/31yKwMR1YC4/s1600/Hoegaarden,+Connors+Beers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyZdrai6I/AAAAAAAACdc/31yKwMR1YC4/s400/Hoegaarden,+Connors+Beers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you miss out the offer, no worries, you can still head down there to grab one cup of &lt;i&gt;Limon Mojito&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;b&gt;6.30 to 7.30 pm&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such offers running, I have no idea what can be pulling you away from this place. Oh wait, maybe the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I think you'll stay even longer when you see what type of girls come to this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzYHtelEI/AAAAAAAACeU/ezwvnoqHb54/s1600/Pretty+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzYHtelEI/AAAAAAAACeU/ezwvnoqHb54/s640/Pretty+girl.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzZBc3xwI/AAAAAAAACec/NLNSUxTd_kw/s1600/Pretty+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzZBc3xwI/AAAAAAAACec/NLNSUxTd_kw/s640/Pretty+girls.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7U5bisdI/AAAAAAAACfs/awciNKEt45I/s1600/Miss+Malaysia+Birthday+%40Friendscino.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7U5bisdI/AAAAAAAACfs/awciNKEt45I/s400/Miss+Malaysia+Birthday+%40Friendscino.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their first day of launching, Miss Malaysia was present at the event. Even the Malaysia Model Amber Chia &lt;strike&gt;which can't talk proper english or so I heard&lt;/strike&gt; came to Friendscino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people celebrated their birthday in &lt;i&gt;Friendscino&lt;/i&gt;. Even the fashion socialite Benjamin Toong which is the founder of Runway Production also celebrated his birthday in &lt;i&gt;Friendscino&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI8WFVqfPI/AAAAAAAACgM/MddooJFnwGM/s1600/Runway+Founder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI8WFVqfPI/AAAAAAAACgM/MddooJFnwGM/s400/Runway+Founder.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since now it's the FIFA League football season, &lt;i&gt;Friendscino&lt;/i&gt; is also a nice place to laid back, relax and shout 'goalssssssss' to your favourite team. There's 2 BIG projector screen both inside and outside the restaurant and 3 LCD TVs if I'm not wrong. Plus you might just meet someone which support the same team and make new friends there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI6_lug-FI/AAAAAAAACfc/hQ-EFMDkE5A/s1600/IMG_5624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI6_lug-FI/AAAAAAAACfc/hQ-EFMDkE5A/s400/IMG_5624.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're not into football and find it bored to just lay back and relax there with the food, there's always an option of playing pool at the smoking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI8XZJfpTI/AAAAAAAACgU/_LgAaY94LbU/s1600/Pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI8XZJfpTI/AAAAAAAACgU/_LgAaY94LbU/s400/Pool.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LAMBOGINI!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7XPqyZwI/AAAAAAAACgE/qYn506iZjrE/s1600/Lambogini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI7XPqyZwI/AAAAAAAACgE/qYn506iZjrE/s400/Lambogini.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, decision time. Is &lt;b&gt;Friendscino - Friends Culture Is Not Optional&lt;/b&gt; a place up to your expectation? To find that out, you can always visit Friendscino at Damansara Perdana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI-CMDP8zI/AAAAAAAACgc/JbN385USAeA/s1600/Friendscino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCI-CMDP8zI/AAAAAAAACgc/JbN385USAeA/s400/Friendscino.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=131629520191551#%21/pages/Friendscino/117265901620291"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=131629520191551#!/pages/Friendscino/117265901620291&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;address&gt;LG 01 &amp;amp; 01 A. Plaza Emerald  Noth, &lt;/address&gt;&lt;address&gt;Jalan PJU 8/3A,&lt;/address&gt;&lt;address&gt;Bandar Damansara Perdana 47820  Selangor&lt;/address&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;603 7710 0035&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendscino.com/"&gt;http://friendscino.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a map leading your way to &lt;i&gt;Friendscino&lt;/i&gt; if you're still confuse where the heck is this Damansara Perdana place. Many people find it difficult to search for this place. So, if you're ever in doubt where's this place, just email me or leave a message in my chatbox on your right side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzWiTjP9I/AAAAAAAACeE/mBdci3QN9pY/s1600/Map+to+Friendscino+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIzWiTjP9I/AAAAAAAACeE/mBdci3QN9pY/s400/Map+to+Friendscino+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Click to enlarge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credits to Friendscino Facebook Page. So, I'm not doing any watermarking on the photos even though some of the photos are actually taken by ME! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of &lt;i&gt;Friendscino&lt;/i&gt; Grand Opening. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9q6w2PJCy8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9q6w2PJCy8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-1038242234900676873?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1038242234900676873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=1038242234900676873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1038242234900676873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1038242234900676873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/06/friendscino-friends-culture-is-not.html' title='Friendscino - Friends Culture Is Not Optional'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/TCIyT7yq8dI/AAAAAAAACcs/qi7asspCyQo/s72-c/Friends+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-3420419079826863556</id><published>2010-05-31T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:34:42.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Hey my long lost peeps, if you're still reading or loyally following my blog, I'll have to let you know I'll be updating my blog soon, some time in June after my exams which ends on the 21st June. I'm pretty pretty sorry that it took so long. Uni life is really very unexpected for me. Will fill you guys in soon. There's just so many things I want to tell you all ^u^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep tuning in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-3420419079826863556?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3420419079826863556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=3420419079826863556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/3420419079826863556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/3420419079826863556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates-coming-soon.html' title='Updates Coming Soon'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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-492510990620806799.post-8179139541522731100</id><published>2010-03-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:32:03.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's going to be a delay</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! I'm back from China with a lot of hassle passle to get done. And since I just started my uni life, I'm still trying to adapt to the new environment. So, I guess I won't be updating much till I get use to the new place and get my assignments done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I'm dying to write about the China trip and the trip to San Francisco Steakhouse. This is mad and crazy. I'm just so tired these days after returning from Uni. I'll update when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys. Sorry for the total abandonment of my bloggy for weeks. I was trying to get the new layout done for Chinese New Year. 'Voila'! New layout but not exactly done yet. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, feel free to explore around. Till the next post...ADIOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-8179139541522731100?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8179139541522731100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=8179139541522731100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8179139541522731100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8179139541522731100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-going-to-be-delay.html' title='There&apos;s going to be a delay'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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-492510990620806799.post-848732317487050398</id><published>2010-02-05T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:56:42.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>God once ask me; What do you wish most in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered God; I want to be the most wanted person in the world. People will seek me for modelling. People will look for me for outings. People will find me for business. Everybody will know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God granted my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living in luxury. My face is practically on&amp;nbsp;every billboard in town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vA1I0Pc_I/AAAAAAAACaw/aHZuMmuho1M/s1600-h/Times%20Square1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vA1I0Pc_I/AAAAAAAACaw/aHZuMmuho1M/s400/Times%20Square1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every posters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vAwK3busI/AAAAAAAACas/ptSp5N5S0h0/s1600-h/Celebrity1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vAwK3busI/AAAAAAAACas/ptSp5N5S0h0/s400/Celebrity1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every magazines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vAp25Tu6I/AAAAAAAACao/VAQSO6MpHQM/s1600-h/Magazine%20Pictures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vAp25Tu6I/AAAAAAAACao/VAQSO6MpHQM/s400/Magazine%20Pictures.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not on&amp;nbsp;porno magazines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even an artist was drawing my face for tourist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vAlIu1QwI/AAAAAAAACak/TKAVA9jNJoU/s1600-h/potrait%20pictures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vAlIu1QwI/AAAAAAAACak/TKAVA9jNJoU/s400/potrait%20pictures.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God granted my greediness more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I found my face here too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vAgNGDwKI/AAAAAAAACag/vMltJnZ2E28/s1600-h/Wanted%20pictures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vAgNGDwKI/AAAAAAAACag/vMltJnZ2E28/s400/Wanted%20pictures.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa! $999999 reward ar? Can I surrender myself and get the money for myself??? Ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun to play around with online editing programs. Want to try it out too? Click &lt;a href="http://www.photofunia.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; for the website. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do link me back if you use the website to&amp;nbsp;edit photos&amp;nbsp;in your&amp;nbsp;blog. Arigato (Thanks)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;PhotoFun!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-848732317487050398?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/848732317487050398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=848732317487050398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/848732317487050398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/848732317487050398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2vA1I0Pc_I/AAAAAAAACaw/aHZuMmuho1M/s72-c/Times%20Square1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-1926280855593218085</id><published>2010-02-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:08:10.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Blog Layout Updated</title><content type='html'>Hey Peeps, my blog layout is once again refresh with new gadgets. Hmm...maybe not gadgets. Ya ya. You can very well see there's no changes to my blog&amp;nbsp;layout at all.&amp;nbsp;But you do realise that previously the links at my blog header isn't working, riggghhhtt???? It says &lt;em&gt;Page Not Valid&lt;/em&gt; or something like that when you click it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2mfBiwDVtI/AAAAAAAACZ8/ii0gBDPg6R8/s1600-h/Blog%20Header.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="115" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2mfBiwDVtI/AAAAAAAACZ8/ii0gBDPg6R8/s400/Blog%20Header.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the newly edited layout, TA-DA! You can try clicking the links now. At the moment, you'll only be able to click the &lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt; (which very well work perfectly before this), &lt;strong&gt;Contact&lt;/strong&gt; (newly&amp;nbsp;edited)&amp;nbsp;and &lt;strong&gt;Log In&lt;/strong&gt; (also work before this)&amp;nbsp;links. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2mfNsYxR8I/AAAAAAAACaI/J1JAPKtMl9k/s1600-h/Blog%20Header%202.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2mfNsYxR8I/AAAAAAAACaI/J1JAPKtMl9k/s400/Blog%20Header%202.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Realise this, when you click the &lt;strong&gt;Contact&lt;/strong&gt;, it actually leads to another page in my blog. Don't cha think that's just so cool?! I just found out how to make extra pages in your own blog. And best of all, it doesn't mess up anything AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, the &lt;strong&gt;About&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Photo Gallery&lt;/strong&gt; will not lead to any pages yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I didn't link &lt;strong&gt;About&lt;/strong&gt; to the page that tells you about me is because I can't really think of what to write about myself at the moment. Hey! Don't tell me you can tell&amp;nbsp;someone directly from Aaa to Zee about yourself when they ask you. No right? So, give me some time to think up something good and when I do finish with that, I'll let you guys know about it. &lt;em&gt;*smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, about the &lt;strong&gt;Photo Gallery&lt;/strong&gt; link, the page is all done. Yup, layout and gadgets are all added. Just one thing is missing. THE PHOTOS. Hah hah!! What's a photo gallery when there's no photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why I'm leaving the link out first until I upload the pictures into the gallery. Only then I'll link up and you guys will be able to view them. Cool with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like my newly added links? Love it? Hate it? Gives a lot of hassle? Makes your life easier? I need feedbacks on this. Please please please comment and let me know...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;Links!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-1926280855593218085?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1926280855593218085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=1926280855593218085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1926280855593218085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1926280855593218085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-layout-updated.html' title='Blog Layout Updated'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2mfBiwDVtI/AAAAAAAACZ8/ii0gBDPg6R8/s72-c/Blog%20Header.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-6858884987502039628</id><published>2010-02-02T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:33:51.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>F1 Grand Prix Launched</title><content type='html'>I have to admit. I've been pretty lazy these few days. Simply because things aren't really going as I've plan and instead I got myself into more and more troubles. Haih...Let's not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;a HEH-PEEEEEEEE blog. Let's keep the smile on. BIG SMILE. *ka-ching*&amp;nbsp;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, very very long ago, haha! This was really very delayed. Toldya I was lazy. I&amp;nbsp;travelled down&amp;nbsp;to KLCC again with Regina and Weng Tjun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gonpQXd5I/AAAAAAAACYY/f_g-eRxJeqo/s1600-h/KLCC+Petronas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gonpQXd5I/AAAAAAAACYY/f_g-eRxJeqo/s320/KLCC+Petronas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regina's calling her mom and dad. Cool eh? Can call up to your parents anytime if you're bored of shopping already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gokFsf3-I/AAAAAAAACYA/kTM2M8JuUts/s1600-h/Emo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gokFsf3-I/AAAAAAAACYA/kTM2M8JuUts/s320/Emo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weng Tjun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's by no coincidence that we somehow bump into the F1 Grand Prix launching directly below one of the towers. Actually for me yes. For Regina no. I don't know there's a F1 thingy until she told me about it. Afterall, her parents work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, standing in the crowd, we were very enthusiatic to see the new Mercedes GP. Took them so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2goowAyEcI/AAAAAAAACYg/hxV2AAeyNks/s1600-h/KLCC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2goowAyEcI/AAAAAAAACYg/hxV2AAeyNks/s400/KLCC.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I said crowd, I really mean crowd. So jam pack. Try spotting for Regina in it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gokzqAWLI/AAAAAAAACYI/9OFvHOY9aWc/s1600-h/F1+Petronas+Grand+Prix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gokzqAWLI/AAAAAAAACYI/9OFvHOY9aWc/s400/F1+Petronas+Grand+Prix.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oooo!!! We get to see Dr. Mahathir in close proximity. It's the first time. I've never been so close to any Prime Minister before. Ok, he's an&amp;nbsp;X-Prime Minister. So what? Still a Prime Minister before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gosVlVOYI/AAAAAAAACY4/K0TNFqwHs1U/s1600-h/Mercedes+GP+Petronas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gosVlVOYI/AAAAAAAACY4/K0TNFqwHs1U/s400/Mercedes+GP+Petronas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's spot for Dr. Mahathir. Oh! There he is! The one in brown suit. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After all the super-duper long speeches (that so remind me of Mr. Ong, my high school principle that can talk for hours without stopping. Urgh!), they finally launched the new car!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gomsIyZCI/AAAAAAAACYQ/2sawwtd3Kjo/s1600-h/KLCC+F1+Grand+Prix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gomsIyZCI/AAAAAAAACYQ/2sawwtd3Kjo/s400/KLCC+F1+Grand+Prix.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Launching...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wonder how it look like leh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gop0g0TnI/AAAAAAAACYo/UKDIX9Oh4-8/s1600-h/Mercedes+GP+Petronas+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gop0g0TnI/AAAAAAAACYo/UKDIX9Oh4-8/s400/Mercedes+GP+Petronas+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Side view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2goqwL3i0I/AAAAAAAACYw/TO6P7EBnN6o/s1600-h/Mercedes+GP+Petronas+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2goqwL3i0I/AAAAAAAACYw/TO6P7EBnN6o/s400/Mercedes+GP+Petronas+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Front corner view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gotdfSZoI/AAAAAAAACZA/l4Ml6pO22cI/s1600-h/Mercedes+Grand+Prix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gotdfSZoI/AAAAAAAACZA/l4Ml6pO22cI/s400/Mercedes+Grand+Prix.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Front view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nice? No? I find it quite sleek and shiny. But the colour is a bit too bland. Oh well, Mercedes colour. Quite standard considering Mercedes cars' normally are about the same old metallic colours. How I know about this? My dad's a big fan of Mercedes cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, the Mercedes GP Petronas is going to be driven by Michael Schumacher and Nico Rosberg. Aren't you proud to call yourself a Malaysian now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gouKbNQRI/AAAAAAAACZI/Ggp5FZni4xQ/s1600-h/Michael+Schumacher+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gouKbNQRI/AAAAAAAACZI/Ggp5FZni4xQ/s400/Michael+Schumacher+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Schumacher is on the&amp;nbsp;right and Nico Rosberg is the one on the left. *corrected by Kelly Ng*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you believe it? Michael Schumacher will actually drive the Mercedes launched by Petronas. PETRONAS! It's so disbelieving. It's like walking down the alley in Ripley's Believe It Or Not and finding a wax statue of Michael Schumacher driving the Mercedes GP Petronas made of wax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you big fans of race cars out there, what do you think of the new Mercedes GP Petronas? I'm actually not a really big fan of race cars but not exactly against them also. I'm kinda in the moderately like-race-cars level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2govH-LpuI/AAAAAAAACZQ/ig-RPJe1xos/s1600-h/Michael+Schumacher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2govH-LpuI/AAAAAAAACZQ/ig-RPJe1xos/s400/Michael+Schumacher.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a video of the&amp;nbsp;official launching somewhere not in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFO-b2tU_5E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFO-b2tU_5E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After seeing the new Mercedes GP, we head on to KLCC Shopping Centre. Why? Cause I was dying of hunger already. I didn't take any breakfast and lunch. So, imagine walking with an empty stomach standing and waiting for the car to be launched. &lt;em&gt;*stomach growling*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about the food in the next post. Great food with great prices too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak peak for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gojZybblI/AAAAAAAACX4/aJJf26C2l_k/s1600-h/Cow+Cheek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gojZybblI/AAAAAAAACX4/aJJf26C2l_k/s400/Cow+Cheek.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone fancy Cow's Cheek for dinner?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Photos without watermark; Photo credits to malaysiandigest.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;F1 GrandPrix!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-6858884987502039628?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/6858884987502039628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=6858884987502039628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/6858884987502039628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/6858884987502039628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/02/f1-grand-prix-launched.html' title='F1 Grand Prix Launched'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2gonpQXd5I/AAAAAAAACYY/f_g-eRxJeqo/s72-c/KLCC+Petronas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-8141332610765915252</id><published>2010-01-31T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:06:00.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare! Sharks?</title><content type='html'>Looking out the window, the white round moon stare back at me. We gazed at each other...staring into blank space. Wondering. Outside, it was all quiet with only the sound of the grasshoppers zzz-ing into the night. &lt;br /&gt;I stared blankly at the ceiling. Thinking. Having been out the whole day, I was so exhausted that when I hit the bed finally at 10.30 pm, I immediately knock out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what am I doing staring into blank space at the midst of the early morning? Am I a werewolf now that I&amp;nbsp;wake up in the middle of the full moon&amp;nbsp;night&amp;nbsp;transforming myself into a wolf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing my mind, I recalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dup dup. Dup dup.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was racing as though I just finish a marathon race. Looking left and right, I reassured myself that I am safe in the arms of my bed and bolster. Oh wait! My bed and bolster do not have arms. Oops. Hah hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few minutes before I woke up, more like before I scared myself up, I was dreaming. I dreamt that I witness a girl being eaten by a shark. It was really terrifying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2WZZZpiKUI/AAAAAAAACXw/qxFxJaHflWc/s1600-h/Sharks.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2WZZZpiKUI/AAAAAAAACXw/qxFxJaHflWc/s400/Sharks.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagine all the 100+ teeth sinking into her and you can only stand there and stare. Witnessing her death before your eyes. It's still a wonder to me why I didn't run towards her and save her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was yelling...yelling...yelling. And BOOM! I was awaken in cold sweat all over. I could feel that there was more to it but I just can't bring myself to recall the rest of the story. It was terrifying enough that half of the girl's body was inside the shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I just recalled. I know why she didn't save herself. (I still don't know why I didn't save her. Don't ask!) There were those doors like those in&amp;nbsp;prisons. You know, those western traditional prison door where it fall from the top and have a lot of sharp ends at the bottom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, those doors fell and one of the bars went through her cheek. It's like poking the meat through the satay stick. She was stuck there with the shark biting her off from her bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2WZXsdl1yI/AAAAAAAACXo/gcpKw8HUxtw/s1600-h/Cartoons.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2WZXsdl1yI/AAAAAAAACXo/gcpKw8HUxtw/s400/Cartoons.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHARKS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh?! No. No. No sharks please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was having a great sleep until I had this dream out of the blue. Blue blue ocean. Wow! It links. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stirring in bed after I awoke but after a while, I managed to drift back to sleep. I slept soundlessly then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occasionally have these dreams during afternoon naps when I was so exhausted. I only take afternoon naps when I'm super tired. So, that brings me to wonder...what does my night dream mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to dream at night, it's pretty difficult. I normally just sleep through my nights. But for me to have this dream, I got a feeling that it has a meaning behind it. Am I going to be eaten by sharks anytime soon?&amp;nbsp;Am I meeting a real shark when I go&amp;nbsp;China in a few weeks time?&amp;nbsp;Anyone can decipher it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do I need a Feng Shui Master&amp;nbsp;or &lt;em&gt;Tukang Tilik&lt;/em&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Don't cha just love my drawings. Say you like it! Likey it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? 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Sharks?'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2WZZZpiKUI/AAAAAAAACXw/qxFxJaHflWc/s72-c/Sharks.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-3846861359983574961</id><published>2010-01-30T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:34:22.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Fetish in mushroom soups</title><content type='html'>Call me lunatic. Call me crazy. But I don't care. I still love mushrooms as much as I love my panties. Hey! My panties are colourful. How can one not love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I travelled&amp;nbsp;down and&amp;nbsp;had dinner with Ruben. He let me decide where to eat which is actually a bad idea because I am&amp;nbsp;incapable of deciding fast and I can walk in circles walking pass the same restaurant which we'll end up at in the end. Haha! So, yea, BAD CHOICE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, he still let me have the honour of choosing. Now, where did I choose? I'm one lazy pig. So, I never want to think much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? I decided to have dinner at his house and make him cook for mua! Nyek nyek nyek. Man, I'm so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on! I take back. I'm not evil. It's an honour to cook for mua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For appetiser, he cooked Mushroom Soup. This is so easy to make after seeing him made it. I shall try making it one day. Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWdPmJRjI/AAAAAAAACXY/qI9N10ob-3s/s1600-h/Mushroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWdPmJRjI/AAAAAAAACXY/qI9N10ob-3s/s400/Mushroom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mushyrooms are well hidden in the creamy soup. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For main course, home made meatballs with spagetti. This is darn nice weh! Just the meatballs flavours a bit off as it's not salty enough. But HOME MADE MEATBALLS! It's still an accomplishment. And it's so super easy to make. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWdzgSQ6I/AAAAAAAACXg/-V4eJ8bPppY/s1600-h/Spagetti+Meatball+Food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWdzgSQ6I/AAAAAAAACXg/-V4eJ8bPppY/s400/Spagetti+Meatball+Food.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Want to see how the meatballs look like before ending up in the bowl? Have a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWcYI3wvI/AAAAAAAACXQ/6K6OeXFDlfc/s1600-h/Meatballs+Beef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWcYI3wvI/AAAAAAAACXQ/6K6OeXFDlfc/s400/Meatballs+Beef.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's still hot in the pan, frying and dem! they smell good. SERIOUSLY! Ssszzzzzzssss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWaHeFBjI/AAAAAAAACXA/DXS5JcwAiEU/s1600-h/Cow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWaHeFBjI/AAAAAAAACXA/DXS5JcwAiEU/s400/Cow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu! Added tomato puree into it and man, it salivaly delicious! Hey don't judge the meatballs before you even taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal is complemented with garlic bread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWay0oanI/AAAAAAAACXI/6ZjDN4ilVII/s1600-h/Garlic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWay0oanI/AAAAAAAACXI/6ZjDN4ilVII/s400/Garlic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The top piece looked at bit burned. But trust me, that garlic breads taste great! Hehe, I say this cause I'm the one who spread the garlic butter on it. Hah hah! Praise me! Praise me! Just comment&amp;nbsp;below&amp;nbsp;that the garlic bread looks damn delicious. Haha! I'm so '&lt;em&gt;perasan&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWYx_q4hI/AAAAAAAACW4/9xZiik260gc/s1600-h/Champagne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWYx_q4hI/AAAAAAAACW4/9xZiik260gc/s400/Champagne.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and a cup of imported&amp;nbsp;Sparkling Juice in champagne glasses&amp;nbsp;which is darn nice and cheap. Waa~~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great meal! If you have to ask me (yes I know you'll ask me which is the best or my favourite), I will say I like the mushroom soup the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I generally like mushroom soup since young. Seriously, I don't know why I have this fetish on mushroom soups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried on many mushroom soups and all taste "YUCKS!". Especially the one in Vetro where they actually store it frozen in the freezer and reheat it when there's an order. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT WHEN I KNEW BOUT IT TOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after searching high and low, wide and far, I found my best mushroom soup! BB's home cook mushyroom soup is THE BEST! Yums....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to have more of it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWdPmJRjI/AAAAAAAACXY/qI9N10ob-3s/s1600-h/Mushroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWdPmJRjI/AAAAAAAACXY/qI9N10ob-3s/s400/Mushroom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p.s. Pictures may look a bit ugly and not presentable but the taste is what matters right? So, don't judge the book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;mushroom soup!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-3846861359983574961?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/3846861359983574961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=3846861359983574961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/3846861359983574961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/3846861359983574961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/fetish-in-mushroom-soups.html' title='Fetish in mushroom soups'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2QWdPmJRjI/AAAAAAAACXY/qI9N10ob-3s/s72-c/Mushroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-850217923324150397</id><published>2010-01-28T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:08:44.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Camwhoring Me!</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps...I'm just wondering, how do you like my new pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm definitely not going to lie that I look that pretty. I did photoshop the picture for better quality. BUT it's still ME in it.&amp;nbsp;So, I would love to know your honest opinions on what you think. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little camwhoring won't kill. Nyek nyek nyek...and I bet you love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2FDRkpjFGI/AAAAAAAACWo/4_peZLh2J9g/s1600-h/IMG_4248+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2FDRkpjFGI/AAAAAAAACWo/4_peZLh2J9g/s400/IMG_4248+copy.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture look a bit off as I overdid the adjusting of photo quality. Hah! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2FDl7qF_GI/AAAAAAAACWw/QUZ6qHwnKik/s1600-h/IMG_4247+copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2FDl7qF_GI/AAAAAAAACWw/QUZ6qHwnKik/s400/IMG_4247+copy.JPG" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like this more actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise that I change slightly on&amp;nbsp;how I part my fringe. Hehe. I tried out a different style of combing. And I finally use the white hairband that has been hidden&amp;nbsp;and buried in my drawer for so many gazillion years.&amp;nbsp;So, how do you like my new look? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I am&amp;nbsp;actually free enough to take millions of pictures and even take the hassle of editing them because I'm waiting for Regina which is obviously late to come and fetch me to KLCC. Oh well, I hope she's here anytime now. Gonna have so much&amp;nbsp;fun travelling downtown to KLCC. Muax Muax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;NewLook!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-850217923324150397?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/850217923324150397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=850217923324150397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/850217923324150397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/850217923324150397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/camwhoring-me.html' title='Camwhoring Me!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2FDRkpjFGI/AAAAAAAACWo/4_peZLh2J9g/s72-c/IMG_4248+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-961847560080833745</id><published>2010-01-28T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:15:22.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>World's Most Beautiful Beaches : Megan's Bay</title><content type='html'>HOO! I'm back. Now ask yourself, do you love the beaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? That's really sad. Even those people who live near beaches love the beaches as much as they love oxygen. It's similar. You need beaches as much as you need oxygen. Don't you think so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of the sun setting into the sea can just catch your breath there and there. Yes, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, where is the best beach that you can go to to enjoy the view of sunset/sunrise or just simply a honeymoon vacation with your darling or just as a holiday plan with your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me intro to you a new place today. I bet you never heard of this place before. Keke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secluded and used to be&amp;nbsp;owned by a private man, I introduce to&amp;nbsp;you, the beach of &lt;strong&gt;Magen's Bay&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMmgx5juI/AAAAAAAACWQ/z8gSD0gpG8Y/s1600-h/most+beautiful+sunset+view+beaches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMmgx5juI/AAAAAAAACWQ/z8gSD0gpG8Y/s400/most+beautiful+sunset+view+beaches.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, it's not own by Megan Fox and the beach name has no relation to her. None whatsoever. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magen's Bay is located in the Carribean Ocean and is one of the United State Virgin Islands. Haha! Very 'virgin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMnZZ_mhI/AAAAAAAACWY/YRnS-t98udc/s1600-h/Most+Pretty+Beaches+Magen%27s+Bay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMnZZ_mhI/AAAAAAAACWY/YRnS-t98udc/s400/Most+Pretty+Beaches+Magen%27s+Bay.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full of virgins, maybe? *giggles and slaps myself*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was used to be owned by Arthur Fairchild (some guy). Later on, many years after he died, the place is donated to the public by his nephew's widow. Ironic isn't it. One person can be so rich to own such a beautiful island and next, another can sell it off just like that. Oops. Not sell. GIVE. Eh, why am I complaining bout charity? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really make a travel trip to this place. It's really a wonderful place. You can do plenty of things here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like kayaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungle trakking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2ENgnYRgzI/AAAAAAAACWg/xuQr469M4So/s1600-h/Most+beautiful+beaches+top+of+mountain+view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2ENgnYRgzI/AAAAAAAACWg/xuQr469M4So/s400/Most+beautiful+beaches+top+of+mountain+view.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the view!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Camping...a little family time is nice. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMklssppI/AAAAAAAACWA/dxywMk9omQY/s1600-h/Most+Beautiful+Beaches+camping+site.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMklssppI/AAAAAAAACWA/dxywMk9omQY/s400/Most+Beautiful+Beaches+camping+site.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And you can even get married here. They allow weddings to be held on the beach. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious, it's rated one of the &lt;strong&gt;world's most beautiful beaches&lt;/strong&gt;. But there's a down part to this place, see how I mentioned so long but no chalet or hotel come into this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh! That's the down part. THERE'S NO FREAKING CHALET OR HOTEL FOR YOU TO STAY OVERNIGHT THERE! Oh dem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way you can overnight there is either you sleep naked..hey I mean without any tent!, on the beach or you bring your own camping gadgets together with you. Ish! I want a 5 stars hotel or chalet to enjoy the view lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a trip worth going? Haha! Ask yourself. I don't know. Because what I think is that this place is just worth a one day trip. If I do go somewhere near that island next time, I'll drop by. Maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMlvLfYBI/AAAAAAAACWI/olrSFjEOG_Y/s1600-h/Most+beautiful+beaches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMlvLfYBI/AAAAAAAACWI/olrSFjEOG_Y/s400/Most+beautiful+beaches.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh and before I forget, to enter the beach you need to pay a&amp;nbsp;entrance rate at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance Fees Locals Non-residents/Guests &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult $2.00 $4.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children under 12 years Free Free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children 13 years &amp;amp; over $2.00 $2.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehilcle Parking $2.00 $2.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passes (including vehicle) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular/Family $25.00/month &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior $8.00/month &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed Rental $100.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings $100.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Camping (2nights/3days) $50.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free entrance including covered space for the elderly and handicapped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free entrance for many summer/student programs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make this place as though it's Sunway Lagoon Theme Park. Wait! I take back. Sunway Lagoon Theme Park might be a lot more fun than going here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Sunway Lagoon, I don't think we need to follow these rules. Do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Violations punishable by law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed limit - 10mph [This is the speed of my grandpa driving weh!!! *faints*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No driving on the beach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No firearms or weapons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No metal detectors [Hah! Hah! Oh yes. I would love to do treasure hunting while holidaying. 'How Fun!']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bottles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No generators &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pets (except seeing dogs) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soliciting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jet skis [THIS IS NOT FAIR!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No nudity - bathing suit required! [Who would want to go nude at a beach where everyone and anyone can enter and there's no privacy to nude sun bathing????]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dumping of personal trash &lt;br /&gt;Destruction of buildings, trees or shrubbery is punishable by law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in [ ] are comments written by me. Ok, maybe I'll obey&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;of it which are reasonable.&amp;nbsp;Somehow I just feel that it's stupid to do such a thing. Don't cha just think so? NO JET SKIS!! This cannot be happening! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMi8uxgaI/AAAAAAAACV4/5HAlrTlX8sk/s1600-h/Megan%27s+Bay+Sea+View.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMi8uxgaI/AAAAAAAACV4/5HAlrTlX8sk/s400/Megan%27s+Bay+Sea+View.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I've brag on&amp;nbsp;so long on it. Now's your turn to tell me what you think. What do you think of the place?? Worth going or not? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It's still ONE of&amp;nbsp;the Most Beautiful Beaches in the World. Hmmm~ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;To know more about this place, you can always click on the link below... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magensbayauthority.com/index.html"&gt;Megan's Bay Official Website&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;MegansBay!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-961847560080833745?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/961847560080833745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=961847560080833745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/961847560080833745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/961847560080833745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/worlds-most-beautiful-beaches-megans.html' title='World&apos;s Most Beautiful Beaches : Megan&apos;s Bay'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S2EMmgx5juI/AAAAAAAACWQ/z8gSD0gpG8Y/s72-c/most+beautiful+sunset+view+beaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-2872551570454666978</id><published>2010-01-25T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:33:43.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Webcam Fun</title><content type='html'>I need to clarify, my fellow readers, can I know whether you see me as a &lt;strong&gt;female&lt;/strong&gt; or as a &lt;strong&gt;male&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I check while I was in the bathroom, I'm pretty sure I don't have a stick sticking out at&amp;nbsp;the wrong place. So, what is wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night (more like the early mornings, 1 am of today), some weird email address added me in MSN Messenger. I'm not a person to simply give out my email address. Especially for MSN Messenger. So, it's pretty weird that some unknown fellow got hold of my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added and question who's that. Here's how the conversation goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S12AksToMNI/AAAAAAAACVo/vfjdMX1dKLk/s1600-h/Funnie+msn+1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="376" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S12AksToMNI/AAAAAAAACVo/vfjdMX1dKLk/s400/Funnie+msn+1.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S11_DG1YcEI/AAAAAAAACVY/6Nn9OsIuqzg/s1600-h/Funny+things2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S11_DG1YcEI/AAAAAAAACVY/6Nn9OsIuqzg/s400/Funny+things2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soon after I click the link, WHOA! She appeared. Too bad I wasn't fast enough to get a snap of the whole screen. Dem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't that pretty actually. Too much eye shadows and eye liner. It makes it as though I was watching a ghost in daylight (her timezone is still daytime) haunting me in the computer in my night time. Waa~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ended in like 30 seconds. And the next thing that pop up was for me to register and pay to&amp;nbsp;view her. What?! Pay to see a girl like that? Hell no!!! And her boobs wasn't even 'that' big worthy of watching. Nyek nyek nyek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S11_CF1ERfI/AAAAAAAACVQ/G7-v-wBv3Uc/s1600-h/Funny+MSN+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S11_CF1ERfI/AAAAAAAACVQ/G7-v-wBv3Uc/s400/Funny+MSN+1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the end, I closed the webpage and chatbox. But I&amp;nbsp;am wondering, which part of my nickname "« ăмềĻĭǻ йğ » ® ™ ♀♂ ~CCC(,")" doesn't she understand? Is &lt;em&gt;Amelia Ng&lt;/em&gt; a guy name now????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things more confusing, I actually changed the display picture to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;MY PICTURE&lt;/strong&gt;! This picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S11_TDBxX7I/AAAAAAAACVg/ePyg5qYQ0xY/s1600-h/Pretty+hairstyle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S11_TDBxX7I/AAAAAAAACVg/ePyg5qYQ0xY/s320/Pretty+hairstyle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Goodness sake!! And she had to go asking me whether&amp;nbsp;am I a guy. LOL!!! She's blind. Official!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;WebcamFun!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-2872551570454666978?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2872551570454666978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=2872551570454666978&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2872551570454666978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2872551570454666978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/webcam-fun.html' title='Webcam Fun'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S12AksToMNI/AAAAAAAACVo/vfjdMX1dKLk/s72-c/Funnie+msn+1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-7133448520330139538</id><published>2010-01-24T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:36:54.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Clinique Make Over Party</title><content type='html'>BOOYAH! I'm so totally awaken. 16 hours of sleep straight from yesterday 8pm. Nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my girls and I&amp;nbsp;went to the Clinique Makeover Party sponsored by Seventeen magazine and plenty more at Rootz Club, Lot 10. Funny thing why they organize it at Rootz Club. Travel downtown pretty late but thank goodness there's no jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all 5 of us (Regina, Chye Peng, Kelly, Dorothy and I) had quite a total makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xFMdHl75I/AAAAAAAACUw/CdILOo3KNzE/s1600-h/Pretty+hot+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xFMdHl75I/AAAAAAAACUw/CdILOo3KNzE/s400/Pretty+hot+girls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; picture. Jeng jeng jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEzABsWiI/AAAAAAAACUY/xipRXkxtYQg/s1600-h/Rootz+Club+Clinique+Makeover+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEzABsWiI/AAAAAAAACUY/xipRXkxtYQg/s400/Rootz+Club+Clinique+Makeover+party.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The event started with the people from Clinique telling us how to take care of our face. First, cleanse it. Then, exfoliate it. And then mosturise it. Hehe! I paid attention. So proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, followed by how to put on make up. I've always thought make up would end up like a baboon's backside. All red, hot and&amp;nbsp;sexy. Hmm...maybe not the sexy part. Red and hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEqKlNF0I/AAAAAAAACTo/bxI6hXoWjmo/s1600-h/Make+Up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEqKlNF0I/AAAAAAAACTo/bxI6hXoWjmo/s400/Make+Up.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the end product of having make up on the model is pretty much natural looking. Nice? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEo-eyLkI/AAAAAAAACTg/eff-NxcBUL4/s1600-h/Make+Up+Clinique.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEo-eyLkI/AAAAAAAACTg/eff-NxcBUL4/s400/Make+Up+Clinique.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He did make-up on half her face only to let us compare the differences. She look weird with make up on half a face only. It's like The Phantom of the Opera that got&amp;nbsp;punch on the eye for being so ugly&amp;nbsp;leh! Half face cover with mask. LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talks are pretty boring actually and the seats are not comfortable. It's those plastic chairs that they add another cloth on it only. Nothing to lean on. Back ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they did try to make things interesting for us. Like slipping in jokes here and there. Plus the emcee was really...really....funnie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEmi0wiHI/AAAAAAAACTQ/7rtDruxtWv0/s1600-h/Liang+Emcee+Rootz+Club.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEmi0wiHI/AAAAAAAACTQ/7rtDruxtWv0/s400/Liang+Emcee+Rootz+Club.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him in Samsung Corby Sports Carnival and yet I met him again in Clinique Makeover Party. LOL! He's everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the talks, we were separated into 4 groups; white, champagne, red and black. Each group was assigned to different stations. Mine was white and we're assigned to make our accessories first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's pretty excited &lt;strike&gt;cramping &lt;/strike&gt;sitting in the tiny red dark room. The girl gave us each a packet of stuffs to be assemble to make our own necklace. I kinda like the necklace strings. Half way through it, I accidentally fell one of the beads onto the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xE0O2hFCI/AAAAAAAACUg/5vvp2vWtrtI/s1600-h/Rootz+Club+VIP+Room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xE0O2hFCI/AAAAAAAACUg/5vvp2vWtrtI/s400/Rootz+Club+VIP+Room.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was about to bend to search for it in the dark, BANG! My forehead hit the edge of the table with hard force. Dem!! My head hurts so much and it was so loud. Embarrased. I continued fixing my necklace and ignore the whole world. Tada! Done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xL64g7AqI/AAAAAAAACVA/HHrCdfKZl2w/s1600-h/Necklace+accessories.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xL64g7AqI/AAAAAAAACVA/HHrCdfKZl2w/s400/Necklace+accessories.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, to the&lt;em&gt; A Cut Above Academy&lt;/em&gt; hair styling station. Man! They're so slow. I think I waited like 30 minutes to one hour here. Nearly fall asleep too. Plus, the air-conditioning in here is so freaking cold. Frozen and sleepy. Hmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my turn to make my hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEkvrMQ2I/AAAAAAAACTA/ZAtmZjf02bo/s400/Hair+Style+Perm.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEl4eO-GI/AAAAAAAACTI/S-0smBXhllE/s1600-h/Hair+Styling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEl4eO-GI/AAAAAAAACTI/S-0smBXhllE/s400/Hair+Styling.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEu6s85aI/AAAAAAAACUA/giyPwXNkXkk/s1600-h/Perm+hair+style.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEu6s85aI/AAAAAAAACUA/giyPwXNkXkk/s400/Perm+hair+style.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish! Next station at KUKU Bar also so long queue. Ish! I hate queueing. Tick tock tick tock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xE0xSuedI/AAAAAAAACUo/N9xwtI7nn98/s1600-h/Rootz+Club.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xE0xSuedI/AAAAAAAACUo/N9xwtI7nn98/s400/Rootz+Club.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone scared me by saying there's a cockroach walking past my feet! So I ended up taking picture in a couch-potato position.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my nails. Purplish nails. I love it! Turn out nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEt4iUsxI/AAAAAAAACTw/gA6eAe7tCq4/s1600-h/Nail+manicure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEt4iUsxI/AAAAAAAACTw/gA6eAe7tCq4/s400/Nail+manicure.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kelly took this when I smiled the LARGEST smile ever that would have entitle me to become the embassador of Darlie. =D *ching*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be heading back to Kuku Bar pretty soon for another nail session as I got RM100 voucher for Kuku Bar during the lucky draw session + another RM30 voucher from the goodies bag. So KU-KU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xGbFIhSKI/AAAAAAAACU4/MEdc-eWOnME/s1600-h/Nail+manicure+purple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xGbFIhSKI/AAAAAAAACU4/MEdc-eWOnME/s400/Nail+manicure+purple.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'm done with the nails, I don't have time to actually get to the Clinique Make Up station already. Sobs. No make-up for me. What a disappointment. And&amp;nbsp;to think&amp;nbsp;that I'll need make up badly cause I didn't sleep the night before. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was pretty long and draggy. They continue it with the lucky draw session which kinda occupied like...I don't know...30 minutes? And then the fashion show. Ooo! Pei Anne was elected to join the fashion show. They chose the models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEwVMIXvI/AAAAAAAACUI/J5RfogbjEQY/s1600-h/Pretty+girls+Fashion+show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEwVMIXvI/AAAAAAAACUI/J5RfogbjEQY/s400/Pretty+girls+Fashion+show.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwetty pwetty...Pei Anne is the middle girl with black and white dress just in case you don't know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another lucky draw. Can see that everyone was getting tired already with all the dragging events. And they have to add in another self-defense lesson. &lt;em&gt;Oh-Emm-Gee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught us how to defense against rapist, snatch thieves and....him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xExeB_kyI/AAAAAAAACUQ/VOJpYJS_mHk/s1600-h/Pretty+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xExeB_kyI/AAAAAAAACUQ/VOJpYJS_mHk/s400/Pretty+girls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He joked around but somehow perhaps he joked too much. It's over rating. Anyway, dreading to go home. Sat there and kinda drifted off to heaven. Eh? Still got dance performance by some urban dance group? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEjcW0b7I/AAAAAAAACS4/MoEidAgOcKA/s1600-h/Dance+moves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEjcW0b7I/AAAAAAAACS4/MoEidAgOcKA/s400/Dance+moves.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bodies twisting too much and arms angling at weird positions. Haha! But it's still nice to watch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30 pm. YAY! Finally ended. Got our goodies bags and headed home. The travel back home was smooth all the way and no jam at all. SOOOO NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you must be wondering what's inside the goodies bags. Nyek nyek nyek. Let me list all down here ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vouchers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clinique voucher worth RM30 to claim for make-up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KuKu Bar voucher worth RM30. (as mentioned above)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Cut Above Academy set of&amp;nbsp;vouchers for highlighting, treatment and rebonding+treatment at very low prices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MPH voucher worth RM5 (har har!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freshkon voucher (more like letter) that entitle me to buy one free one box of Freshkon coloured contacts. (COOOLLL!! Love this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clinique Personal Make-up workshop voucher worth RM100. (Had one like this before but didn't manage to use it cause too near expiry date. This kinda need appointment. Grr!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JASPAL complementary RM30 voucher. (Gosh, not again. I had bad experience with Jaspal vouchers!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Goodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of Accessories ear rings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Freshkon portable mirror which looks very blingy gold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One sample&amp;nbsp;set of Clinique facial wash with lotion and stuffs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One bottle of Clinique make-up remover. Tiny one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Le Sport Sac strap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Levis bag tag (where you write your name, address and whatever you want just in case you lost your bag).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One mini sketchers pouch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't leave out any. There you go. All our goodies. A lot leh! It's so worth the trip. So, what do you think&amp;nbsp;I become after the make-over party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Please don't faint ya.&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEn87rOPI/AAAAAAAACTY/FBtkGW67SAc/s1600-h/Make+Over.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1xEn87rOPI/AAAAAAAACTY/FBtkGW67SAc/s400/Make+Over.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I do agree I look weird in perms. HaHaHa!!! But I still want to know. You like my hair straight or curl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? 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Today I decided to take a backpacking tour of our main city. Yea, pathetic isn't it? Even a foreigner knows Malaysia better than me. How ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took KTM and make a stop at Bank Negara. I was heading downtown to search for cloth actually. DIY stuffs. If it's successful, you'll know about it. &lt;em&gt;*winkz* *fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, so much walking. Even walking from KTM Bank Negara to Sogo is quite a distance. But I'm all pump up with the journey to explore. I've never stop at Bank Negara before. It's always KL Central, MidValley, KL Central, MidValley and an occasional Kuala Lumpur and of course the usual, Kepong station. Like DUH! I stay near there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk walk. Leaving my mark behind, I reached KAMDAR!! LOL! I still remember the last time I went there was to buy the fugly ugly&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Librarian uniform. Man that was hideous! Glad to have gotten rid of it. Whew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for a thick cloth material. Something like curtain material but more like canvas material with nice prints on it. Preferably white background and with pink or red prints of patterns. Haha! I am very choosy. In the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson learned: Never be choosy when you go hunting for raw materials. You can NEVER find the ones you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I settle with a cloth that looks pretty nice and quite the material I needed. Next stop, looking for buttons and zips. Yet another headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ON EARTH ARE ALL THE NICE LOOKING SHINNY SHINNY ZIPPERS? Oh well, I don't want to spend so much time searching for one stupid zipper. Got a normal one and settle with it. Thank goodness it's cheap.&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the push-down&amp;nbsp;button and the leather material are the hardest to hunt. Grrr! I asked around for directions with myself looking around at the same time. People kept directing me to this way&lt;em&gt;.....*point left*&lt;/em&gt;...that way &lt;em&gt;*point right*&lt;/em&gt;...go further down that alley &lt;em&gt;*point towards the alley*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*faints*&lt;/em&gt; I did found my ideal buttons but not the leather material. Urgh! So much for directions. Guess where I ended up searching for those 2 materials with people kept giving me confusing directories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Sogo &lt;/em&gt;area (I don't know what's that place called) to &lt;strong&gt;CHOW KIT&lt;/strong&gt;! 20 years of living in Malaysia, &lt;em&gt;Chow Kit&lt;/em&gt; is one area that has never fail to get famous in my schooling days. Why? Cause of prostitution lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little fact about &lt;em&gt;Chow Kit&lt;/em&gt; from my point of view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chow Kit&lt;/em&gt; is a prostitution area. &lt;strong&gt;True or False?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Beep*&lt;/em&gt; Answer is False. There is not a single prostitute to be seen behind the alleys. Seriously. I went behind the alleys looking for my materials. (Yes, I got directed there. Somehow.) There's not a single human that even resembles a mini skirt, boobs revealing and tight pantyhose with an ugly (maybe pretty but rare and if you're really lucky) face woman/lady there. Nil. Zit. E-leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is &lt;em&gt;Chow Kit&lt;/em&gt; clean of prostitution now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer is YUPS! I think &lt;em&gt;Chow Kit&lt;/em&gt; is even more clean than your toilet at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Gotcha. You can stop staring at your toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one material missing, I can't continue my journey. It's futile. I've really no where else to hunt anymore. But I did found a pirated looking &lt;em&gt;Golla&lt;/em&gt; handphone pouch. You know.&amp;nbsp;If you're a big fan of One Utama Shopping Mall, the &lt;em&gt;Golla&lt;/em&gt; stall is just beside TGV cinema. Geddit? If you still don't, just go hit your head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it look so real? I had to blink twice before I register it's a fake. SO REAL! So cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV2v8gwNI/AAAAAAAACRY/X7QaDF3cxYY/s1600-h/Handphone+Pouch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV2v8gwNI/AAAAAAAACRY/X7QaDF3cxYY/s400/Handphone+Pouch.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock. I'm tired and exhausted.&amp;nbsp;When I was about to&amp;nbsp;head home. &lt;em&gt;*if I was a rich girl (that's my ringtone)*&lt;/em&gt; Ruben called me and told me he's heading KLCC with his friend. How Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV37mlUhI/AAAAAAAACRg/us3I0jsf8Fo/s1600-h/KLCC+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV37mlUhI/AAAAAAAACRg/us3I0jsf8Fo/s400/KLCC+1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh My! Look at my eye bags. They're sagging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to&amp;nbsp;KLCC to meet him. While waiting for him with me sitting below the gigantic lift in the middle of the building, a guard came to me and tried to tell me something. I know he's trying to tell me something. He's like &lt;em&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*().&lt;/em&gt; And I was like&lt;em&gt; )(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!????&lt;/em&gt; What the hell is he trying to tell me?! Can't he speak proper english? So much for working in KLCC with so many foreigners flying in everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, with the help of the uncle next to me, I finally understood what he's trying to&amp;nbsp;convey. YOU CANNOT SIT CROSS-LEGGED ON THAT PIECE OF ROUND CHAIR. Is that so hard to convey over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hWRd2IrzI/AAAAAAAACSI/ugrLELeczdM/s1600-h/KLCC+Lift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hWRd2IrzI/AAAAAAAACSI/ugrLELeczdM/s400/KLCC+Lift.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ruben arrived, we&amp;nbsp;went for&amp;nbsp;a stroll at the park. Romantic? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was wondering...what's with this extra large Children's Playground? It's not like there's hundreds of kids playing over there. Plus, the ones playing there&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;NOT even kids to start with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV70fDfcI/AAAAAAAACRw/N7_TexrVbH4/s1600-h/KLCC+Children%27s+Playground.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV70fDfcI/AAAAAAAACRw/N7_TexrVbH4/s400/KLCC+Children%27s+Playground.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that where all our tax payer's money went to? Beside going into pockets of JPA scholars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a creatively built fountain of water. I doubt it's even clean to drink. Hmm...H&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV-mpOC3I/AAAAAAAACSA/1XiNSY19mPs/s1600-h/KLCC+Park+Fountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV-mpOC3I/AAAAAAAACSA/1XiNSY19mPs/s400/KLCC+Park+Fountain.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we walked around looking at joggers running (some panting) passed us and we had some quality time together until the Lady Security at the park got so jealous and&amp;nbsp;wisel at us for jumping off track. Oops! They actually have Security Guards to spy on us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, going downtown is quite fun actually. Especially exploring places where you've never been before. Like the KLCC Park where it has been built for like...I don't know...5 years? 6 years?&amp;nbsp;And the Chow Kit street where it's been there for like...forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you've never even step foot on &lt;em&gt;Chow Kit&lt;/em&gt; street before. Have you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Exactly my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sore feets and tired legs (urgh. I sound like a total old lady), I'm going to head on to my secret DIY mini&amp;nbsp;project now. Wish me luck in 'that'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;ChowKit + KLCC&amp;nbsp;Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-8171920284804608525?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8171920284804608525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=8171920284804608525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8171920284804608525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8171920284804608525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/chow-kit-klcc-park.html' title='Chow Kit + KLCC Park'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1hV2v8gwNI/AAAAAAAACRY/X7QaDF3cxYY/s72-c/Handphone+Pouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-2326063179553728605</id><published>2010-01-19T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:07:28.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Feng Shui @ Joey Yap</title><content type='html'>Feng Shui is no superstitions. Seriously! I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Joey Yap's Feng Shui talk last Sunday with my Mommy. Mommy is so funny in the train. It's like her first day holidaying in Malaysia and all enthusiatic on taking the LRT to KLCC. How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1WxDU8yJbI/AAAAAAAACPw/WG4n4cCqS7s/s1600-h/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1WxDU8yJbI/AAAAAAAACPw/WG4n4cCqS7s/s400/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach there just on time to make it for the talk. Gosh! I wasn't expecting so many people to attend. Apparently, there are a lot of people who &lt;strike&gt;are superstitious&lt;/strike&gt; believe in Feng Shui out there too. COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W1TqyeVtI/AAAAAAAACQo/fUuHeUi7N7I/s1600-h/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+KLCC+Convention+Hall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W1TqyeVtI/AAAAAAAACQo/fUuHeUi7N7I/s400/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+KLCC+Convention+Hall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey is quite famous in worldwide basis. He went to some western countries to give his talks, went on some live&amp;nbsp;news reports and even went on multiple newspapers. Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W0ys5OOEI/AAAAAAAACQg/w_FriTuDUz8/s1600-h/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+KLCC+Convention+Hall+People.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W0ys5OOEI/AAAAAAAACQg/w_FriTuDUz8/s400/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+KLCC+Convention+Hall+People.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk started and&amp;nbsp;I was trying to listen very attentively. I wasn't having enough sleep the night before. Plus mommy woke me up at 8 am to go to train station. Hey! 8 am to me is like waking up at 3 in the morning. I'm not exactly a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs119.snc3/16658_181855029842_117892039842_2999083_7412419_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" ps="true" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs119.snc3/16658_181855029842_117892039842_2999083_7412419_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he was talking bout this &lt;em&gt;bazi &lt;/em&gt;thing. It's actually calculated using your birth time, birth day, birth month and birth year. So, you'll have 4 columns of calculations. You may get these in those columns; yin earth, yang earth, yin fire, yang fire, yin water, yang water, yin metal, yang metal, yin wood and yang wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every different yin and yang elements have different meaning. Like for example, Joey Yap said that this year is lacking of Water element. He actually calculated the whole years &lt;em&gt;bazi&lt;/em&gt;. Don't ask me how. I also don't know. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that with water, earth would&amp;nbsp;grow. When there's earth,&amp;nbsp;wood would be able to grow. When wood is present, fire is able to start. When fire is present, metal is able to be manufacture. It's a cycle. Without the element water, things are going to slow down slightly. So, he said that this year's economy although may look good to you, but it's actually not that good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! If your &lt;em&gt;bazi&lt;/em&gt; has the element water in it, it'll be good for you. As you'll be able to overcome this slight problem. Aiya, even if you do have, if you don't anything in this year and just sit at home relax, would money rain on you? Definitely a big no. Nyek Nyek Nyek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1WzvOzw9mI/AAAAAAAACQQ/lL9WxoSb6Dk/s1600-h/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+KLCC+Convention+Hall+Crowd+Stage+Chui+Ling+My+Fm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1WzvOzw9mI/AAAAAAAACQQ/lL9WxoSb6Dk/s400/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+KLCC+Convention+Hall+Crowd+Stage+Chui+Ling+My+Fm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this because my &lt;em&gt;bazi&lt;/em&gt; doesn't have water element in it. Grrr~ I don't care. Money Money come to me. Ka-CHING! $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that he talked about is how to plan your house. Or more like how to rearrange your house. You see, from traditional feng shui, the time is the most important factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a feng shui master or you yourself calculated that if you put a large aquarium (3 feet length X 2 feet depth Min) at that one corner, it'll bring you a lot of wealth. Even if you simply put at any time you like, it will bring you fortune but not the maximum fortune that you deserve to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you must also calculate the time to put the aquarium. If you feng shui master didn't tell you this, he's lousy. Hire&amp;nbsp;a new one. Keke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Colour and those fancy fancy feng shui thingies actually doesn't help in anything. In real feng shui, you can still put some decorative things at certain places but the best is actually not to put anything at all. Like what Joey Yap said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The best feng shui is one that when people walk into your house, they won't even realise that you've already done something to the feng shui&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone search for feng shui master or indulge in feng shui only got one focus in mind. How to get rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Wy0WaFPHI/AAAAAAAACQI/V1Cf8XqTMUI/s1600-h/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+KLCC+Convention+Hall+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Wy0WaFPHI/AAAAAAAACQI/V1Cf8XqTMUI/s400/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+KLCC+Convention+Hall+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Click on picture to enlarge*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't really understand what he's trying to tell me. My cantonese ain't that good. And he's speaking in such hurry. Wa~~ I can't register. Luckily, sometimes Chui Ling will ask him some questions for him to answer. Then, only I understand a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does the picture says? To be rich, you need all those? Haha! Nonsence. I still don't really get it. But from what I understand, your day &lt;em&gt;bazi&lt;/em&gt; has different meanings to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm suppose to tell anyone my year &lt;em&gt;bazi&lt;/em&gt;. But screw it! My &lt;em&gt;bazi&lt;/em&gt; is Yin Fire. From the above&amp;nbsp;picture, it says &lt;em&gt;selling&lt;/em&gt;. No, I'm not suppose to sell things to get rich. It simply means that I'm very good in selling things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W6mM97PKI/AAAAAAAACRI/3xTE0CLKPnM/s1600-h/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+Books+on+Bazi+Your+Destiny+Yin+Fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W6mM97PKI/AAAAAAAACRI/3xTE0CLKPnM/s400/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+Books+on+Bazi+Your+Destiny+Yin+Fire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I am very good in persuasion and are able to persuade people into buying what I'm selling. Is this even good? I'm gonna have to do a lot of talkings. *Sobs. There goes my voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more things that he talked about. But I just can't follow up. He's talking way toooooo fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read the book that was given together during registration. See... It says this year I should get creative about money-making scheme. Should I involve in &lt;em&gt;Skim Cepat Kaya&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W13wguXSI/AAAAAAAACQw/0PMY6GnF2rA/s1600-h/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+Succeeding+In+Turbulent+Times+Reference+Books+Zodiac+Horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W13wguXSI/AAAAAAAACQw/0PMY6GnF2rA/s400/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+Succeeding+In+Turbulent+Times+Reference+Books+Zodiac+Horse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting prediction is that skin outbreaks are likely for me this year. So true! My lips are outbreaking very badly. But doctor's medicine save me for the moment already. We'll see how's the condition in a few weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, if you wantto know more about feng shui or more about Joey Yap or you want to invite him for a talk (it cost crazily a lot!) or you just want to have him to consult your house feng shui, drop by his website at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joeyyap.com/"&gt;http://www.joeyyap.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want to calculate your &lt;em&gt;bazi &lt;/em&gt;to see whether your luck is good or not this year, click at the bottom link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joeyyap.com/tools/BZ_calc/index2.asp"&gt;Calculate my bazi for me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, 5 and 2 are the worse number in feng shui. It's use when you are arranging your house feng shui according to the feng shui of the stars. I know I'm losing you now. I'm losing myself also. Haha! I don't really get it either. Well, I'll study bout feng shui later this year or maybe next following years. Then only I'll be able to give you consultation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1WyZyLwYTI/AAAAAAAACQA/S0H2QsE54fo/s1600-h/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+Books+on+Bazi+Your+Destiny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1WyZyLwYTI/AAAAAAAACQA/S0H2QsE54fo/s400/Feng+Shui+Joey+Yap+Books+on+Bazi+Your+Destiny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Books written by Joey Yap that's given to me by Wilkin before I even know who's Joey Yap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to the talk, mommy and I went for a walk in KLCC for lunch. Super long I didn't go KLCC already. Still look the same to me. Same old KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's something funny here. My bladder was on the verge of bursting already. You try sitting in the convention hall from 9 am till 12 noon without any toilet breaks. I think you'll even pee in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was searching around for toilet. THE NEAREST TOILET. And once I saw a toilet sign, I totally enter without reading what's it. Gosh! RM 2 for toilet rest? Fine. I gave the money and go let my bladder take a rest. Whew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W2p9Wj-wI/AAAAAAAACQ4/fdWKrIDnB7c/s1600-h/KLCC+Deluxe+Toilet+Washing+Hand+Luxury+Sink.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W2p9Wj-wI/AAAAAAAACQ4/fdWKrIDnB7c/s400/KLCC+Deluxe+Toilet+Washing+Hand+Luxury+Sink.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All nice and comfy. While I was walking out, that is actually the &lt;strong&gt;Deluxe Toilet&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty much the same to me comparing it to the normal toilet. Just some extra tissues, plant and a very cool looking hand-washer.&amp;nbsp;But considering I can't find the normal toilet. Oh well, I can't really compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W3ViT-4kI/AAAAAAAACRA/IvbpfiI1a9c/s1600-h/KLCC+Deluxe+Toilet+Wet+Wipes+Tickets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1W3ViT-4kI/AAAAAAAACRA/IvbpfiI1a9c/s400/KLCC+Deluxe+Toilet+Wet+Wipes+Tickets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my RM 2 toilet experience. Expensive no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a little shopping with mommy and then head on home. Shall go check my house feng shui and should start rearranging things to bring more fortune in this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, Joey Yap said that having more meat in your body defines better fortune. Yes he did say that. So eat more and get more meat in you. Not fats! Meat. Flesh. Geddit? Food here I come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys, what do you think of the photos in this post? Better than previous photos? Or worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? 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I'm finally free to blog about the Samsung Corby Carnival I went last Saturday. Weekend had been so hectic that I don't even have time to even kiss my lappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Saturday I went to Sunway Lagoon for the Samsung Corby Carnival organized by Nuffnang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all assigned to one of the four Samsung Corby colours; white, pink, yellow and orange. Guess what colour I'm in? Just a little hint, I'm in the team of the colour I blog about. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R0Wx6TMXI/AAAAAAAACMg/PD082ukpDRc/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R0Wx6TMXI/AAAAAAAACMg/PD082ukpDRc/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach there pretty early to get lost in Sunway Pyramid. LOL! So, we only reach the Sunway Lagoon entrance just in time. But the registration not even open yet! Huhu. We're not late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R5hK9SakI/AAAAAAAACPY/gCSWyG_dJ4M/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R5hK9SakI/AAAAAAAACPY/gCSWyG_dJ4M/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I sat there, the more bloggers coming in. Why I know they're blogger? (Oh, the contest is open to Samsung Fun Club also. So there are others that's from Samsung Fun Club)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R0xJb22OI/AAAAAAAACMw/3Y3Ftfpufe4/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R0xJb22OI/AAAAAAAACMw/3Y3Ftfpufe4/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, they all look like they've been hibernating in front of the laptop/desktop far too long. There's just a look to it. And well, I don't think&amp;nbsp;you'll dress superbly &lt;strike&gt;dressy&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;nice just for paintball game right? Yes, they're bloggers alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the registration open, yay! I'm the first to register with Dorothy being the second. Yea! I'm in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;PINK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;team. The cute and cuddly team. Aww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh gosh! They don't have T-shirts that fit me at all. I look like&amp;nbsp;a giant in that Tee. Urgh! LARGE size weh!!!!! And I normally wear Small size. Occasionally Extra Small size. Imagine me in Large size. That Tee is so going to be my pyjamas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what would a girl like me who would NOT let herself looking like a big moron walking around in extra LARGE tee do? I PIMP MY SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R0hbAPwxI/AAAAAAAACMo/0i9tvVPbWHc/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R0hbAPwxI/AAAAAAAACMo/0i9tvVPbWHc/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so proud of myself for pimping my shirt. Look! I look so much like a cowgirl now. Hehe. What with my ruggard jeans and tomboy belt. COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R09UFFviI/AAAAAAAACM4/0DifuorNlk0/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R09UFFviI/AAAAAAAACM4/0DifuorNlk0/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Sunway Lagoon with Extreme ticket and went to eat our sandwichy breakfast. If any Nuffnang people is reading this, can you take note that the sandwich sucks? Big time. Then played some games against other teams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R1KrUuC1I/AAAAAAAACNA/Ncs_Od4HhMs/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R1KrUuC1I/AAAAAAAACNA/Ncs_Od4HhMs/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. The first game was the balloon game. Man! That was funny. I was hopping around being a one-legged &lt;strike&gt;exhausted&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;bunny. We won against yellow at first. But second round against orange was whoa! Dead. RIP. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were running around me&amp;nbsp;stepping on&amp;nbsp;my BALL!!!!! Not mentioning, some even intended to grab my BALL! I should have taken a marker and written "Delicate ball here. Please grab &lt;strike&gt;with pleasure&lt;/strike&gt; gently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R1XdsvTXI/AAAAAAAACNI/CP9wmWLS3yY/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R1XdsvTXI/AAAAAAAACNI/CP9wmWLS3yY/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the game wasn't intended for any gentle grabbing. They're violent. MOMMY~ *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. My balls burst. They grab too hard.&amp;nbsp;Now I'm left with none. Both round of match,&amp;nbsp;my balls burst. Feels so hollow inside now. Nyek nyek nyek. Just joking. I still have my boobs intake pretty much. Just the balloons weren't that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then proceeding forward. We played....hmmm...let's see. Now I remembered! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was imagining maybe on the ground with soil? What's with the game in the pool?! But I can feel that it was a hell lot&amp;nbsp;of fun in there. Ish. I felt like I totally missed out on the fun. Grrr~ I hate you Dorothy for getting to play with water. Hmph xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R1nLU1XVI/AAAAAAAACNQ/76H3gvg0ypE/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R1nLU1XVI/AAAAAAAACNQ/76H3gvg0ypE/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun playing cheerleader at the poolside too! I get to drag guys into chanting with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mari~ Mari~ Pinky~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tarik~ Tarik~ Pinky~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOSEBUMPS!! Waa~ I can't imagine my guy teammates will actually say that in the public. Anyway we did cheer for our team. And again we won in the first round and lost in the second round. Aiyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third round was Rock Climbing. While listening to the emcee briefing us, some guys decided to do some gay moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R2PFUj1yI/AAAAAAAACNg/kXAIQS33QR0/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R2PFUj1yI/AAAAAAAACNg/kXAIQS33QR0/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gaynyeeee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R2kbiQ71I/AAAAAAAACNo/cD66blnh31c/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R2kbiQ71I/AAAAAAAACNo/cD66blnh31c/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I tell you ar! This game should totally&amp;nbsp;NOT named Rock Climbing. It's more like Spiderman Climbing. Most of those that got experience in rock climbing can't even climb up. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R17wPm0xI/AAAAAAAACNY/1FEprFP6Q2o/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R17wPm0xI/AAAAAAAACNY/1FEprFP6Q2o/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I can't climb wei. Look at my big ass trying to go up. If only I got lots of duct tape. I'll put lots and lots of duct tape on my chest. Ah yes yes. My boobs too and stick my way up. Futile effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally lost in this game. HAHA! Why am I doing a documentary of how the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; team lost? Hilarious. Am not going to tell you who wins and who lost from this point onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next game was PAINTBALL. I volunteered but they wanted those that actually got experience in playing paintball. Since I never play before, I let others that played join the game. See, I'm such a kind person. Don't deny it. I know you think I am. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R3qSCm5RI/AAAAAAAACOg/EAib14Vy2Cw/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Paintball.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R3qSCm5RI/AAAAAAAACOg/EAib14Vy2Cw/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Paintball.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I really admire my team mates. They are so good in planning strategies. Although we don't always win every single game with out strategies but you can actually see the effects and team spirits put into action. Live actions.&amp;nbsp;SALUTE YOU GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R5HGkH3rI/AAAAAAAACPI/z9SqPeIlo1o/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Team+Spirit.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R5HGkH3rI/AAAAAAAACPI/z9SqPeIlo1o/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Team+Spirit.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While they play the superbly long and crazily killing-me-for-waiting-for-them game of paintball, Dorothy and I decided we should walk around and look for other stuffs we can do with the free Extreme Themepack ticket that we got when we entered. (Dorothy got voted out of her team when they're choosing players to play. Only 10 people can play out of 25 people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was when the crazy mind of ours start to wander. And somehow it just bump into this anti-gravity thing. Sorry, no picture were taken. We're too insane after riding on it that taking a picture of it totally went out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was OS-SUM!!! First we go up REALLY FAST. And then we go spinnning, spinning, spinning. One minute I'm looking at Sunway Hotel like how it normally look and the next, Sunway Hotel look like something out of the Topsy Turvy cartoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eF5RTnDpeE4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eF5RTnDpeE4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank goodness I didn't have anything into my stomach just before the ride. Otherwise, the people down there looking at us crazee people up here would have food rain. Er, more like vomit rain. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hell lot of fun! And guess what. I even got a CERTIFICATE OF INSANITY. How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R5i8trKrI/AAAAAAAACPg/iMrXqCaeilU/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Certificate+of+Insanity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R5i8trKrI/AAAAAAAACPg/iMrXqCaeilU/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Certificate+of+Insanity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely have a whole lot of laughing up there when I was repeatedly spinning my sanity out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the ride. Man! They still not done with the paintball. Hmm...so Dorothy and I decided to go try out the rock climbing. Since, she didn't get the chance to actually try it during the 3rd round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up...Up...Up she goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R4NTEOfmI/AAAAAAAACOw/Kuz3P8YZzgc/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Rock+Climbing+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R4NTEOfmI/AAAAAAAACOw/Kuz3P8YZzgc/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Rock+Climbing+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...very high up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her praying mantis kung fu style. Oh! Not mentioning her sexy ass too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R38HW8gUI/AAAAAAAACOo/Zb6C22bvmUM/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Rock+Climbing+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R38HW8gUI/AAAAAAAACOo/Zb6C22bvmUM/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Rock+Climbing+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What's her leg doing still standing&amp;nbsp;down there? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R3D5bPfaI/AAAAAAAACOI/FgMM0yjExr0/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+FUN!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R3D5bPfaI/AAAAAAAACOI/FgMM0yjExr0/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+FUN!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya that the wall is Spiderman Wall. Not Rock Climbing. See! Even western people who are so strong can't really climb up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R3N4tDv6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/x_iffhoR-6U/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+HOT+GUYS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R3N4tDv6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/x_iffhoR-6U/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+HOT+GUYS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the guy manage to reach the top but not the girl. She's pretty. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R409coA4I/AAAAAAAACPA/5EykAxjSJ7k/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+SEXY+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R409coA4I/AAAAAAAACPA/5EykAxjSJ7k/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+SEXY+lady.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After multiple attempts to try to reach anywhere near the top...anywhere...yes...just anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R4emLpOGI/AAAAAAAACO4/O1XOqgqBhew/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Rock+Climbing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R4emLpOGI/AAAAAAAACO4/O1XOqgqBhew/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Rock+Climbing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! Not even near. Before I forget, before we try out the Spidy Climbing again, we went to use the extra 20 paintballs for Target Shooting. Yeng mou? I look so cool leh with the protective specs and the gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R3YwU-vzI/AAAAAAAACOY/DowVMhIJyTo/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Paintball+target+shooting.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R3YwU-vzI/AAAAAAAACOY/DowVMhIJyTo/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Paintball+target+shooting.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Dorothy, my photographer. Such a good view to take a picture. Makes me look like a profesional shooter. Oops. I am profesional. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also trampoline jumping. I don't&amp;nbsp;see&amp;nbsp;what's so fun in it beside the fact that it's FOC. You go up there and jump and jump and jump. And jump? And you don't&amp;nbsp;even go any higher. LOL! Here's a video of my team mate's friend in White team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9ZiiGG32yU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9ZiiGG32yU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! They're finally done with the paintball. Lunchy Lunch Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R25k1WqxI/AAAAAAAACN4/HeGB7wt_oEo/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+FOOD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R25k1WqxI/AAAAAAAACN4/HeGB7wt_oEo/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+FOOD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am too hungry, tired, exhausted and hot after that. So, not going to complain about the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R2vSM-K2I/AAAAAAAACNw/PthDEOnpdu8/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Ais+Kacang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R2vSM-K2I/AAAAAAAACNw/PthDEOnpdu8/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Ais+Kacang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then it follows by more speeches, price giving, chanting (wait, I think this one don't have) and more prize giving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emcee is noisy! Wakakkakaka!!! Just joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R9jrVfExI/AAAAAAAACPo/vDgdxu2BIQs/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Emcee+Talkative.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R9jrVfExI/AAAAAAAACPo/vDgdxu2BIQs/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Emcee+Talkative.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a hell lot of fun that day. I went for the Samsung Corby Sports carnival with the intentions of having fun and it really made my day. Although my team didn't get to win the new Corby phone, I feel that having the true spirit of sportmanship is to enjoy the fun and not get carry away by the prizes that you'll get at the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nuffnang. And I do enjoy the day of making new friends. Hi Shahrul! Hi Asyraf! Hi Jing Kae! Hi Samantha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R5J7gIeRI/AAAAAAAACPQ/mFzzRKAqujs/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Team+Work.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R5J7gIeRI/AAAAAAAACPQ/mFzzRKAqujs/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Team+Work.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi Dorothy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R260NJ9aI/AAAAAAAACOA/knX0MmUlMaQ/s1600-h/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1R260NJ9aI/AAAAAAAACOA/knX0MmUlMaQ/s400/Sunway+Lagoon+Samsung+Corby+Sports+Carnival+Friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? 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I shall might as well make full use of the time when things are stupidly bothering my mind. Urgh! Hate it when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Google. You're just so evil by putting those tempting looking travelling advertisments in my blog. You know I love travelling a WHOLE lot. But I ain't complaining. I'm here to share something very interesting with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with&amp;nbsp;ever you&amp;nbsp;heard of Tahiti? (Hehe, it's about the islands of Tahiti again. I just love the place too much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, go browse back my old post of &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/bora-bora-island.html"&gt;Bora Bora Island&lt;/a&gt;. It's part of Tahiti also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my point. While I was checking out my blog as usual (I kinda take it up as a habit already since like few weeks back...dem! addiction!), I saw one interesting advertisment link that Google put in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to click. My itchy fingers did the job for me. Waa~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found this very spectacular island in Tahiti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Did you know you can rent a whole island for your honeymoon?! Or even for your normal vacations?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GsH9PLRgI/AAAAAAAACMQ/a4BSN5bC8Y8/s1600-h/Island+Isolated+Tahiti+Ocean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GsH9PLRgI/AAAAAAAACMQ/a4BSN5bC8Y8/s400/Island+Isolated+Tahiti+Ocean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motu Tetaraire&lt;/strong&gt;. It's one of the islands located in Tahiti. I know you registered that fact already. Wait lah. I'm getting there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GqrRR_1cI/AAAAAAAACKg/yxFjepvdAcg/s1600-h/Fushigi+Yuugi+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GqrRR_1cI/AAAAAAAACKg/yxFjepvdAcg/s400/Fushigi+Yuugi+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Motu Tetaraire is a&amp;nbsp;hidden island in&amp;nbsp;South Pacific&amp;nbsp;ocean&amp;nbsp;that is&amp;nbsp;reserved specially&amp;nbsp;just for you. Totally not develop. And totally quiet. It's out of the range of the normal islands and it's well preserved. TOTALLY WELL PRESERVED. That dead coconut trees are still left there to decompose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GqusK7kgI/AAAAAAAACK4/9MpJW6Z7fMM/s1600-h/Law+of+Ueki+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GqusK7kgI/AAAAAAAACK4/9MpJW6Z7fMM/s400/Law+of+Ueki+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, it's so quiet that you can do anything at all and yet&amp;nbsp;will not get caught. Oops, did I just give the rapists and kidnappers&amp;nbsp;some location ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really like this place. No. Not like. I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt; this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An island all&amp;nbsp;to yourself for 5 days and there's nobody to fight for&amp;nbsp;the beach with you. Nobody to dirty the sea water. No dogs pooping at the beach. No guys staring at you for no reason. Hmm that's not really&amp;nbsp;that bad. Guys that stare at you for a bad reason is worse. Best of all,&amp;nbsp;nobody to disturb your vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GqtT7omaI/AAAAAAAACKw/HZm4uEkwVwk/s1600-h/Fushigi+yuugi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GqtT7omaI/AAAAAAAACKw/HZm4uEkwVwk/s400/Fushigi+yuugi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope there's no communication signals too. That way I don't have to keep hearing phone calls coming in which will just spoil the whole vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, you still get room services. Oh yea. Ok, now. Don't go&amp;nbsp;thinking so far. I know your mind is wandering into the deep jungles of Amazon and wondering is this place a paradise or a&amp;nbsp;suicide vacation place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GuDXbCVZI/AAAAAAAACMY/gSoV9WlERG4/s1600-h/Chalet+Resort+Hotel+Beach+Holiday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1GuDXbCVZI/AAAAAAAACMY/gSoV9WlERG4/s400/Chalet+Resort+Hotel+Beach+Holiday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assure. Although you do rent the whole island, it's actually you're just paying for the luxury accomodations there. There's only one chalet which only one couple/family/whoever can rent at one time. So, that's why they say you actually rent the whole island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gqy4iFQgI/AAAAAAAACLQ/W5abZlbagas/s1600-h/Motu+Tetaraire+Tahiti+island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gqy4iFQgI/AAAAAAAACLQ/W5abZlbagas/s400/Motu+Tetaraire+Tahiti+island.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because, THERE'S JUST NOBODY OTHER THAN YOU AT THAT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq7Ihph-I/AAAAAAAACMI/t2MIRsnXnu8/s1600-h/Vacation+Paradise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq7Ihph-I/AAAAAAAACMI/t2MIRsnXnu8/s400/Vacation+Paradise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, what do you say? Love or hate the place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before you decide, I just want to say a few more words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq3yZUQxI/AAAAAAAACLw/uGdV-l6uoy0/s1600-h/Sunset+view+Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq3yZUQxI/AAAAAAAACLw/uGdV-l6uoy0/s400/Sunset+view+Beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though I heart the place a lot, I don't like the idea of only us (it's most likely going to be a honeymoon stay if I'm going. So who else&amp;nbsp;do you think is in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;?)&amp;nbsp;staying there alone at night. I know we can do all kind of things. Ya, let your imaginations run. I'm not gonna elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq4yQaJfI/AAAAAAAACL4/vS_kaExJ1vI/s1600-h/Sunset+View+Beachside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq4yQaJfI/AAAAAAAACL4/vS_kaExJ1vI/s400/Sunset+View+Beachside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But what happens if I decided to take a swim in the sea at night&amp;nbsp;and got sting by a jellyfish? Or worse, get bitten by a shark? Or...or...or what if there's some supernatural encounter in our room?????? I despise ghosts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq2OSesCI/AAAAAAAACLg/RFuciiGALQg/s1600-h/Sharks+Underwater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq2OSesCI/AAAAAAAACLg/RFuciiGALQg/s400/Sharks+Underwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not joking. There ARE sharks there. =S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I still love some other company even though they do annoy me at times. Especially when kids are all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq1bC_XZI/AAAAAAAACLY/cx3x_1XIW4k/s1600-h/Sexy+babes+Sun+bathing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gq1bC_XZI/AAAAAAAACLY/cx3x_1XIW4k/s400/Sexy+babes+Sun+bathing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not only they'll make terribly lot of noises. They also tend to bump into you and not saying sorry after that. Well, that's just PURE RUDE to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I talking bout kids now? Urgh. I always tend to stray away from topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gqv7ryQQI/AAAAAAAACLA/ruZelEyWFu8/s1600-h/Law+of+Ueki+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S1Gqv7ryQQI/AAAAAAAACLA/ruZelEyWFu8/s400/Law+of+Ueki+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, now you know what I think. What do you think of the place? By the way, the link to the website for this place is still in the Google advertisments at the side bar. Try searching it because I don't remember the title to it already. If you can't find, try searching at the advertisment column within the posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you really can't find the advertisment link, comment in this post. I'll&amp;nbsp;try to find the link for you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I leave, if Motu Teta official website ever bump into my blog. I sincerely apologize for taking the pictures without permission. But I compensate it with helping to spread the word of this&amp;nbsp;wonderful place you have there. And I didn't watermark any of the pictures. I'm such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's roughly how much the whole trip would cost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All inclusive price is US-$3,000.00 per night plus US-$200 per adult per night and US-$100 per &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;child (under the age of 15 years) per night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And taxes are not added yet. Gah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? 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It's super innocent k? I'm curious. And where else can I go to find for these kind of informations besides the net? My parents? LOL! That'll be a really funny scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, browsing browsing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bump into this website that teaches you minute details of "How to name your Penis" guideline. LOL! Guys need to name their &lt;em&gt;weeney&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief through of what I read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why guys have to have a name for their thing in the first place? This is what I got from the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;By doing so, they are personalizing what they love most, making something already special even closer. Not naming your penis is like forgetting to name one of your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, now they're taking the penis as though it's their kids. I don't see that you can play baseball or video games with it like how you play with your kids. And kids talk. I don't think the &lt;em&gt;dick&lt;/em&gt; talks (or maybe it does but I have no idea bout it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're clear why they name their penis. Let's move on to another important point. Penis to a guys is always a &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, they made it very CLEAR that it's a &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know why they have to emphasise on &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps girls have been wearing a tu-tu dress on their boyfriends' thing and making it&amp;nbsp;a girl? Playing princessy princessy games with them??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what I read from the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The first rule is that your penis is always a guy. Many times I've seen men allow their girlfriends to name their pogo-stick and it's turned out horribly. Girls think of the penis as something cute and cuddly; something they want to put in their mouths or take out on a picnic. Because of this, countless dicks have been titled "Zelda" or "Princess Sophia." Even worse, the men have caved into it and agreed with the name, too scared to dick-smack their girlfriend and call her wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know you find it annoying that I kept attaching notes from another net. Because I'm trying to prove my point here that guys&amp;nbsp;actually think this way. I don't want it to be only me saying it because in the end, people will backfire my words on me making me eat my own words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, attaching bits and pieces of an article I found on another net makes my points stronger as those are most likely from a guy's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now they have to name the penis something not too fancy but still gives your thing the authority. Guys are such a hassle. I don't think they even think this far in naming their kids. So much effort is put into naming their thing than naming their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another example. Let's say you name your thing Nick. What if you move into a house with your roommate named Nick also? It'll be pretty awkward with you talking to Nick your penis with Nick your roommate around isn't it? So, in the end, either Nick has to leave and I don't think your Nick will be the one leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's pretty clear that you can't simply name your thing.&amp;nbsp; Urgh...like I said. HASSLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now done with naming your JoyStick, let's move on to your doorbells hanging below. I'm done with naming the stick. There's nothing much that interest me more. If you want to know more, scroll down to the bottom and click on the link to the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be brief. Generally, (this is what they said) guys have a preference testis; perhaps the one that hangs lower or the one that is larger than the other. I DON'T KNOW. Guys you decide yourself. I don't have any. How on earth would I know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after choosing your preference testis, that would be your first testis. The other would be second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can actually name your balls any title. For example, Sergeant, Commander, Officer or even the King. I wonder how you're gonna crown your &lt;em&gt;king&lt;/em&gt;. I don't care what you name. But the most important point is that you don't go naming your thing "Batman and Robin" or even "Starsky and Hutch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, they're totally childish and stupid. Secondly, what happens if you develop testical cancer and lose one of your balls? That would only leave either Batman or Robin isn't it? And that would be really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that you roughly know how to name your Three Musketeers, I shall move on to what I think about this game of naming your thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be a lot of guys doing this out there, but I really deeply feel that this is bullshyt. So, you name your thing and you get all attach to it. In the end, it's still a part of your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you naming your arm Arnold just because it's muscular like Arnold Swartzenager. Or even naming your abs Humps because they look like humps.&amp;nbsp;There's no difference. You shouldn't even be naming your thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go pulling the rubbish of us girls naming our&amp;nbsp;boobs too. That is pure nonsense. We don't go checking or measuring&amp;nbsp;which boobs is bigger than the other and crowning the one which is bigger with the name Queen and the smaller one Princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's just&amp;nbsp;pure dumb? It makes things&amp;nbsp;even worse if you get too attach to your only private part. What if you meet with an accident and you lost your one and only body part that you actually take the effort of naming it? You'll feel even more&amp;nbsp;remorse than you actually would feel. Yes, it'll be like losing one of your kids (if you want to synonym your thing with kids) if you're a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? No. Naming your penis is stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to what I initially searched for. DICK. Why they generally name the penis the dick? When people talk to you "You're a dick!", what does that really mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being just a baby name, Dick simply means great leader. I can see that it is a great leader. Seeing as it leads the other 2 musketeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than the meaning behind babies names, I can't really find any information as to why they name the penis the dick. So, I came up with an idea of&amp;nbsp;something more interesting than 'great leader'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy or maybe you don't have to be&amp;nbsp;a guy to know this, there are a variant of penis sizes. So, one day, many centuries back, guys like to wear those skirts-like dress. I think they called it toga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they're having fun in a party in an open area, suddenly a strong gust of wind blew across them. Fhewww~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All skirts are blown up like Marilyn Monroe's dress. So, seeing as underwear, briefs or even boxers are not invented yet, their &lt;em&gt;weeney&lt;/em&gt; are exposed. All the ladies started laughing because mainly of the guys' &lt;em&gt;little brothers&lt;/em&gt; are &lt;em&gt;incy bincy tiny&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we all know that guys' egoes are the biggest in the world. Hmm...maybe not ego. Anger maybe? So, the other &lt;em&gt;bigger ones&lt;/em&gt; went and defend against those &lt;em&gt;tiny ones&lt;/em&gt;. Angry as they are, they yelled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;on't &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;nsult &lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;ocks &lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in short makes the word D.I.C.K. So, everytime a lady insulted a guy's weeney, they'll bring up this statement. In long run, the guys get so tired of saying such long verse, they shorten it to....yes you guess it....DICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now guys no longer wear skirts. So, the verse actually deem useless already. Oh well, Dick has mutated to some other meanings that I don't know. To scold people maybe? Oh wait wait!! I suddenly thought of another acronym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ig &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;n, &lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;k-&lt;/strong&gt;fully"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It totally has no relations to our topic. LOL! Ah, whatever. So, there you go. My story of how D.I.C.K. came to be here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope Google won't ban me again for writing this post. I don't see it as&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;inappropriate content. Because personally I feel that the world is made up of many types of people from all walks of life and this post is generally serve as an educational post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I just want to share with my readers what is out there in the world. I don't want them to live under a big mushroom like the one&amp;nbsp;I am already living in. Believe me, I know a lot less that what you know. Yes, I'm talking bout you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I want my readers to have an open mind and embrace the world as it is. Some people don't even know that there are guys out there that name their penis. I also&amp;nbsp;don't know until I bump into that website. So, I think it's good that I write it out and let them know the easy way than for them to know it the hard way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got all the snippets from this web. Ain't saying you should have a read but it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pointsincase.com/articles/step-by-step-guide-to-naming-your-penis-testicles"&gt;Name your Thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, here another something for you to think. Why parents name their child Dickson? Is her husband such a Dick that she name her son Dick's son? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-7745972299905228851?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7745972299905228851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=7745972299905228851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7745972299905228851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7745972299905228851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/name-your-penis.html' title='Name Your Penis'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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-492510990620806799.post-52098508448030346</id><published>2010-01-14T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:42:52.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Old Dogs</title><content type='html'>Are you an Old Dog? Ok, that's a bit too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrase it. Are you &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;? And are you working like a &lt;em&gt;dog&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are, I know exactly what you need! You need to watch &lt;strong&gt;OLD DOGS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02tyWLn6iI/AAAAAAAACJo/Ae85XWqWEKI/s1600-h/OldDogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02tyWLn6iI/AAAAAAAACJo/Ae85XWqWEKI/s400/OldDogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hilarious comedy is real crazy. It's so full of humours that if you resist laughing, your belly will laugh in your behalf. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what's the movie's all about, it's about this 2 guys (no, they're not gays) that are best friends since high school and been best friends for like forever. Yes, guys-best friends-forever. I used 3 words that have no relation at all in one sentence. Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I said that is because firstly, guys don't go goo-goo with each other. Have you ever seen a guy that went all tearful and leaning on another guy's shoulder hugging him into bits and pieces? Well, if you have, I haven't. Girls maybe but guys NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02t3QQk-9I/AAAAAAAACJ4/mZms5RyM6AY/s1600-h/Old+Dogs+Movie+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02t3QQk-9I/AAAAAAAACJ4/mZms5RyM6AY/s400/Old+Dogs+Movie+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 2 kids on the left are the kids of the guy without his hand up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And even if guys do become best friends, is the word&lt;em&gt; bff forever&lt;/em&gt; even exist in their dictionary? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. The movie involved 2 guys, best friends, and forever. And sorry to say, they're not hot at all. Two old man with another old dog. That is a real dog. Really old real dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.avclub.com/images/media/movie/441/Old-Dogs_jpg_300x150_crop_upscale_q85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ps="true" src="http://media.avclub.com/images/media/movie/441/Old-Dogs_jpg_300x150_crop_upscale_q85.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They wiped&amp;nbsp;bear poop on their face. Those black strip on their faces are bear poop!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, one day, one of the guy's ex-one-day-wife came back with his hidden 2 children; a boy and a girl. And the ex-wife got to enter prison for probation for trespassing some toxin factory. Ah~ I don't remember. It was last week I watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02t4TedhyI/AAAAAAAACKA/-OzNljX1RnY/s1600-h/Old+Dogs+Movie+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02t4TedhyI/AAAAAAAACKA/-OzNljX1RnY/s400/Old+Dogs+Movie+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're the focus on&amp;nbsp;screen of the score board after this scene&amp;nbsp;saying "Grandparents Day Out"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Either way, story cut short, the guy has to take care of his two new children and a lot of havoc happened. Both of them&amp;nbsp;got to play dad for a few days when they got&amp;nbsp;the most important business&amp;nbsp;deal going on.&amp;nbsp;That's when all the comedies come in. No point me telling you how great the movie is. You have to see it yourself to get the humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02t0VJDk-I/AAAAAAAACJw/6upwsgQv3_0/s1600-h/Old+Dogs+Movie+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02t0VJDk-I/AAAAAAAACJw/6upwsgQv3_0/s400/Old+Dogs+Movie+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tried to sneak into the zoo for the children's birthday party to end up at...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Am not forcing you to watch. I'm just saying that&amp;nbsp;if you're stress, press your breasts....oops! What I mean is watch Old Dogs. Even that movie brings back humour into a guy that claims to have lost his humour. Ka-Ching =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02wu0sIJ1I/AAAAAAAACKI/PZs-VaYn47E/s1600-h/old_dogs_wallpaper_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02wu0sIJ1I/AAAAAAAACKI/PZs-VaYn47E/s400/old_dogs_wallpaper_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gorila's den (if that's what it's called). The smaller dude got caught by the gorila. LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Movie's great. Would have been better if there are hotter guys or sexier ladies in the movie. Hmm...well I can't ask for more. When life gives you lemon, you make lemonade. Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;Old Dogs!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-52098508448030346?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/52098508448030346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=52098508448030346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/52098508448030346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/52098508448030346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-dogs.html' title='Old Dogs'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S02tyWLn6iI/AAAAAAAACJo/Ae85XWqWEKI/s72-c/OldDogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-8893310153097874018</id><published>2010-01-13T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:25:08.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>Bora Bora Island</title><content type='html'>I'm drowning at home in my fantasies of what's-going-on-outside. AHH!!! I'm dying. Not having a car is worse than I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to put that thought out of my mind...Let me show you my dreamy &lt;em&gt;in-the-future &lt;/em&gt;perfect&amp;nbsp;honeymoon vacation location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of Bora Bora Island? Never? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ever heard of Tahiti? No? Oh doom. Where have you been for the past 20 years?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't know where or more importantly WHAT is Tahiti, Tahiti is paradise islands located in the Pacific Ocean. Within the few islands, there's an island called the Bora Bora Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HahJxQRI/AAAAAAAACII/ig5RNNK1bWQ/s1600-h/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HahJxQRI/AAAAAAAACII/ig5RNNK1bWQ/s400/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bora Bora Island is one of the most famous island in Tahiti. Maybe because it's the largest island among all the other islands. (I stand corrected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know about this island? Few years back, I was the same with you. Ignorant. What?! I'm wrong meh? Don't know means ignorant lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until one day, Wei Wei (my college friend) sent me an email about this island. I was stunned! The island is so beautiful. So marvelously preserve with all the marine animals living in clean clear&amp;nbsp;waters and with creatively built chalet which is directly on top of the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01Heggy-vI/AAAAAAAACIY/hnwjY9DD_Sc/s1600-h/Bora+bora+Tahiti+Fishes+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01Heggy-vI/AAAAAAAACIY/hnwjY9DD_Sc/s320/Bora+bora+Tahiti+Fishes+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't this look familiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HftlesoI/AAAAAAAACIg/C3EFwhgQ9HM/s1600-h/bora-bora-pearl-private-island-beach+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HftlesoI/AAAAAAAACIg/C3EFwhgQ9HM/s400/bora-bora-pearl-private-island-beach+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who copied who, but I personally feel that some Malaysian dude must have gone to Bora Bora to copy this idea to our local &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-perfect-getaway.html"&gt;Sepang Gold Coast&lt;/a&gt;. Look at the resemblance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HvtnFa_I/AAAAAAAACJY/TEmcd0iMQI8/s1600-h/GoldenPalmTree_r1_c1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HvtnFa_I/AAAAAAAACJY/TEmcd0iMQI8/s400/GoldenPalmTree_r1_c1a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope they'll have luck in bringing the Pacific Ocean to Sepang Gold Coast as well. Here's a little background check on Bora Bora Island that I got from Wikipedia. I like searching for things in Wikipedia. Is there a problem with that? Wikipedia is wholy made for people like me&amp;nbsp;to search for&amp;nbsp;information anyway. Psst, some of my assignments informations are from there also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HcJWj4zI/AAAAAAAACIQ/D6R1JXsCy48/s1600-h/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HcJWj4zI/AAAAAAAACIQ/D6R1JXsCy48/s400/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the Bora Bora Island, there's actually remnants of extinct&amp;nbsp;volcanoes. Rest assure. They're all extinct. These extinct volcanoes form 2 distinct peaks which are called Mount Pahia and Mount Otemanu. Weird names. Not mentioning hard to remember too! Why can't they just name the volcanoes something like Mount Choco or Mount Honey? It's so much easier to remember and they sound sweet too. Plus, Mount Pahia sounds totally like Mount PaLia (if I'm not wrong, PaLia means cheap in a very bad way in Tamil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual name of the island actually isn't Bora Bora. The original name of the island in the Tahitian language might be better rendered as Pora Pora, meaning "First Born". I got this from Wikipedia too. *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01Htf9Un6I/AAAAAAAACJI/rEcfPaZezaA/s1600-h/bora_bora_island1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01Htf9Un6I/AAAAAAAACJI/rEcfPaZezaA/s400/bora_bora_island1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why I chose Bora Bora Island as my &lt;em&gt;in-the-future honeymoon vacation&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, if you follow my blog, I'm a person who loves to travel around. Especially to beaches. I can't resist the view of the sunset or sunrise. I just don't know why. The beach has its way of mesmerizing me everytime I go. It just makes me feel so calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HsZUj4sI/AAAAAAAACJA/QRGfYXUlt9U/s1600-h/Bora+bora+Tahiti+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HsZUj4sI/AAAAAAAACJA/QRGfYXUlt9U/s400/Bora+bora+Tahiti+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahiti is said to be the most beautiful beaches all around the world. I don't know about Hawaii but considering that many people know about Hawaii and I don't like cramming in with other&amp;nbsp;people on my honeymoon, Hawaii is not really an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not cheap to have your vacation in Bora Bora. So, I want to make it a memorable time there. It's pretty expensive and you might just have a hole in your pocket. You'll be holey! Ok, that's lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you must be thinking I very &lt;em&gt;han-kar &lt;/em&gt;(wants to marry soon). That is WRONG. I'm writing this down to show to you all about Bora Bora Island. And I want to share what I know with you. If I really want to get marry this soon, I wouldn't put &lt;em&gt;in-the-future honeymoon vacation&lt;/em&gt;. I would put &lt;em&gt;my upcoming honeymoon vacation. &lt;/em&gt;So, get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm just being honest. Don't you like a person who's honest than a person who's so sneaky and always tell lies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01Hg7jdshI/AAAAAAAACIw/cLV-0Dc7Awk/s1600-h/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01Hg7jdshI/AAAAAAAACIw/cLV-0Dc7Awk/s400/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+3.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you like the place like how I like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about the place or you want to know the types of&amp;nbsp;lodgings available (believe me,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;accommodations are&amp;nbsp;so cool your eyes won't believe it), just click on the hyperlink at the bottom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boraboraisland.com/tostay.html#top"&gt;Vacation in Bora Bora Island&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HiL7YwpI/AAAAAAAACI4/BALc-Zk0pYQ/s1600-h/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HiL7YwpI/AAAAAAAACI4/BALc-Zk0pYQ/s400/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+4.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I totally feel much better after drifting off to Bora Bora. It's suffocating to stay at home so long you know. Plus without a car, it makes you feel even worse. Oh well, going out lunchy with my babes (Mich and See Leng) later. Yay! Michee fetching me. I'm not stuck at home anymore. For now, &lt;em&gt;roti canai&lt;/em&gt; time. Mmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;Bora Bora!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-8893310153097874018?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8893310153097874018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=8893310153097874018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8893310153097874018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8893310153097874018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/bora-bora-island.html' title='Bora Bora Island'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S01HahJxQRI/AAAAAAAACII/ig5RNNK1bWQ/s72-c/Bora+Bora+Tahiti+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-8826836448121617739</id><published>2010-01-12T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:03:02.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Samsung Corby Sports Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post spells CONGRATULATIONS all over. Wee~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have seen my &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/colour-me-corby.html"&gt;Colour Me Corby&lt;/a&gt; post, I've won the tickets to Samsung Corby Carnival!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xt9Tj6zRI/AAAAAAAACHw/OnF-P6ydC-o/s1600-h/Samsung+Corby+Yahoo+Email.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xt9Tj6zRI/AAAAAAAACHw/OnF-P6ydC-o/s400/Samsung+Corby+Yahoo+Email.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Happy Happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what post that is about, it's for the Samsung Corby contest that is open to Nuffnangers only. Ok, I know you get to understand that part from the carnival's name. Like DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xt8i3HhII/AAAAAAAACHo/oPVTTegi5JM/s1600-h/Samsung+Corby+Pink.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xt8i3HhII/AAAAAAAACHo/oPVTTegi5JM/s320/Samsung+Corby+Pink.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuffnangers have to take a picture of themselves in their favourite Corby colour (mine is PINK!)&amp;nbsp;and write a blog post titled 'Colour Me Corby'. Love. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xvtibOnZI/AAAAAAAACIA/X-k7QCKgbPs/s1600-h/Samsung+Corby+Carnival.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xvtibOnZI/AAAAAAAACIA/X-k7QCKgbPs/s400/Samsung+Corby+Carnival.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then submit the post and picture into the contest website which is already close by now. Huhuhu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm going to Samsung Corby Carnival with Dorothy (she won the tix too!)~ Lulululu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xt6Pf13LI/AAAAAAAACHY/zPpm94f36Bk/s1600-h/Photoshop+Corby+Samsung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xt6Pf13LI/AAAAAAAACHY/zPpm94f36Bk/s320/Photoshop+Corby+Samsung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintball here I come! Embrace me!!! Other Nuffnangers, beware...I'm going to BOOM my way through. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;Win-A-Corby!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-8826836448121617739?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8826836448121617739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=8826836448121617739&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8826836448121617739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8826836448121617739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/samsung-corby-sports-carnival.html' title='Samsung Corby Sports Carnival'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0xt9Tj6zRI/AAAAAAAACHw/OnF-P6ydC-o/s72-c/Samsung+Corby+Yahoo+Email.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-1068997243837848003</id><published>2010-01-11T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:01:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident again</title><content type='html'>The last time my car break down, there was Romeo to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0n3hy7Sg7I/AAAAAAAACHI/kIKdAfd6-ww/s1600-h/Alfa+Romeo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0n3hy7Sg7I/AAAAAAAACHI/kIKdAfd6-ww/s400/Alfa+Romeo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This time when my car got hurt, where's my Romeo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0n3g8eAdTI/AAAAAAAACHA/VRU45JemYYs/s1600-h/Alfa+romeo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0n3g8eAdTI/AAAAAAAACHA/VRU45JemYYs/s400/Alfa+romeo+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's actually my car broke down cause of the battery problem. So, Jimmy (Ruben's friend) came and help me jump start it. Yellow shirt guy is Jimmy. Not Ruben. And yes. Some moron bang into my car again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npt3OF-EI/AAAAAAAACF4/QueWZObjpi8/s1600-h/Accident+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npt3OF-EI/AAAAAAAACF4/QueWZObjpi8/s400/Accident+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was heading to Damansara Perdana. At the junction near Tropics, some&amp;nbsp;Peugeot&amp;nbsp;car came out and wanted to turn into the junction. I was in the main road going straight. So, when she banged into me, walau! I'm so angry wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0np0PIpFbI/AAAAAAAACGg/U1zZJP5Aj0k/s1600-h/Accident+Myvi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0np0PIpFbI/AAAAAAAACGg/U1zZJP5Aj0k/s400/Accident+Myvi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at her wreckage. It's not even as serious as mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One, because she totally ruined my dinner. Second, because it's so totally her fault. Hey, I studied the undang-undang! How proud. I'm on the main road and she's coming out from a junction. So, it's so totally her fault. Nyek nyek nyek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npx-r5nuI/AAAAAAAACGQ/pVypDwFvuMg/s1600-h/Accident+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npx-r5nuI/AAAAAAAACGQ/pVypDwFvuMg/s400/Accident+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After she banged me, I wanted to go down to check the wreckage she made to my car. Note the word wanted. I didn't get to do that. Why? Cause that moron banged the front part of my driver side. Which kinda block the driver's&amp;nbsp;door&amp;nbsp;from opening. MORONIC DRIVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npvUrvfRI/AAAAAAAACGA/wH_FnrVUv0s/s1600-h/Accident+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npvUrvfRI/AAAAAAAACGA/wH_FnrVUv0s/s400/Accident+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I called my dad for SOS. Oh dang, he wasn't happy to hear that I'm safe at all. All I got from him was a great long lecturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npw1CjCBI/AAAAAAAACGI/uPLJSRh5VTM/s1600-h/Accident+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npw1CjCBI/AAAAAAAACGI/uPLJSRh5VTM/s400/Accident+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Gosh! Look at my lamp...sobs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I got into an accident. But the thing is, I wasn't even traumatised by the accident. I'm more traumatised with what my dad said. I'm really guilty of taking up his time to actually settle the problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0np1ACB42I/AAAAAAAACGo/cxm9jbHqr7s/s1600-h/Accident+peugeot+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0np1ACB42I/AAAAAAAACGo/cxm9jbHqr7s/s400/Accident+peugeot+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to the police station at PJ8 after that because that stupid girl's sister insisted that we go to the police station in PJ8. So call saying that we must report accident cases to 'that' police station. And no other police stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npzCzY3ZI/AAAAAAAACGY/t0IzoGZRnY4/s1600-h/Accident+Myvi+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0npzCzY3ZI/AAAAAAAACGY/t0IzoGZRnY4/s400/Accident+Myvi+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blah blah blah. After talking to the sarjan and drawing a marvelously drawn diagram of the accident scene, I'm pronounced innocent. Oh yea! It's so NOT my fault. That girl has to pay the fine of RM300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0np2FOFLrI/AAAAAAAACGw/I8jE3h2ZoO0/s1600-h/Accident+Peugeot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0np2FOFLrI/AAAAAAAACGw/I8jE3h2ZoO0/s400/Accident+Peugeot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And there I was eavesdropping on their conversation. Really moronic people. Banged my car already, still&amp;nbsp;want to plead for cheaper fine. Some more the sister&amp;nbsp;used her "beauty" to try to seduce the sarjan to decrease the fines.&amp;nbsp;Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0n71uFva4I/AAAAAAAACHQ/WiJtL6bTptA/s1600-h/Accident+scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0n71uFva4I/AAAAAAAACHQ/WiJtL6bTptA/s400/Accident+scene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accident scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't know that we can bargain in the police station. After we're done in the police station (they just excuse us because that girl want to bargain and my dad's a lawyer which made it quite impossible for the sarjan to accept...well you get what I meant), my dad and I had a REALLY silent drive home. And my baby Myvi is making a lot of noises. How heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my little &lt;em&gt;Mr. GreenPotato&lt;/em&gt; is now in the workshop waiting to be treated like royalty. And I'm now without a car. Which leaves me feeling quite paralysed. But on the other hand, I feel quite carefree now that I don't have to worry about illegal parkings, people banging my car, people scratching my car for being very jealous of my car and getting summons from traffic police for not buying parking tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your car got banged, first thing first, write down the other car(s)'s plat number. This will go handy if the car intend to escape from going to the police station to lodge a report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the other car's driver appears to look aggressive after the accident, lock your door and do not leave your car even if the whole world is blaming you for the jam you cause behind your accident scene. Because, he might just hit/punch/slap you for causing him a hell of a trouble. It'll be even worse if he has a guy partner along with him and you're only an innocent girl alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not listen to those car that stop by to intentionally help you. These are normally those guys that work in tow-car workshops. And they're just trying to talk an innocent girl that knows nothing into sending her car to their workshop for repair and receiving a FAT expensive bill afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore passer-by(s) that are so &lt;em&gt;ke-poh&lt;/em&gt; (busy body). There tend to be a lot of them. Malaysians are just so busy body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately call anyone that you think can help you. In my case, I called my dad because he's my dad, the car belongs to him and he's a lawyer. No one is better at this than a lawyer beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look angry and aggressive. So that the other car's driver can't pin the blame on you when it's not your fault. When you look innocent, it's easy for them to put the blame on you especially you're&amp;nbsp;a girl and alone&amp;nbsp;and run away from paying the traffic fine. But after knowing the other driver isn't doing this and is actually kind enough to ask whether you're hurt or not, then forget Lesson Six. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take down pictures of the wreckage for both your own car and the other car(s). Because it will be useful as a record for yourself just in case anything came up that you need the photos. And also sometimes you might need it as evidence to claim insurance. A camera phone is always the most handy gadget that is created!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be smart and know what to do. =) I can only smile for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, car-less again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;Accident!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-1068997243837848003?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1068997243837848003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=1068997243837848003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1068997243837848003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1068997243837848003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/accident-again.html' title='Accident again'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0n3hy7Sg7I/AAAAAAAACHI/kIKdAfd6-ww/s72-c/Alfa+Romeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-7961534962439402577</id><published>2010-01-08T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:12:04.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Colour Me Corby!</title><content type='html'>I am a girl. And shopping is something that one cannot miss out. Especially during holidays like Christmas and New Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I decided to go downtown to hunt for Christmas pressies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Please click to enlarge to&amp;nbsp;read the story. Blogspot refuse to let me upload the actual size post.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0cQma3edII/AAAAAAAACFw/d8NKjQFUkpw/s1600-h/storyline+copy+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0cQma3edII/AAAAAAAACFw/d8NKjQFUkpw/s640/storyline+copy+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.&lt;/strong&gt; This post has been delay for a week or so as photo-editing and photo-shootings are time consuming. But rest assure, the photos are taken during Christmas and 2010 New Year celebrations in Pavillion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits to my photographer and photo editor Dorothy for helping out in this post. Hey, I put in a lot of efforts too. So, don’t go saying I slack off and the whole post credits should be given to Dorothy. Hmph! I’ll bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;Corby!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-7961534962439402577?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7961534962439402577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=7961534962439402577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7961534962439402577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7961534962439402577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/colour-me-corby.html' title='Colour Me Corby!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0cQma3edII/AAAAAAAACFw/d8NKjQFUkpw/s72-c/storyline+copy+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-7788853021987807164</id><published>2010-01-08T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:02:53.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ❤ Photoshop</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey!! I'm back again. This time with new gadgets. Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the picture you're going to see is actually something I played with in Photoshop. I am still new to Photoshopping (there's a nice tune to shopping there, I LIKEY!). Just got the program and actually know how to use it for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very proud of myself. So, shush it if you think&amp;nbsp;it's ugly. I don't care if it's ugly. It's my first work of art. Appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0YTnH9MhXI/AAAAAAAACFI/gBCM4zxjO5Q/s1600-h/Midnight+Rage+Photoshop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0YTnH9MhXI/AAAAAAAACFI/gBCM4zxjO5Q/s400/Midnight+Rage+Photoshop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine! I actually just play around&amp;nbsp;with the brushes only lah. Still it took me a while to&amp;nbsp;make this up.&amp;nbsp;So, nice right? Nice nice nice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;Photoshop!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-7788853021987807164?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7788853021987807164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=7788853021987807164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7788853021987807164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7788853021987807164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-photoshop.html' title='I ❤ Photoshop'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0YTnH9MhXI/AAAAAAAACFI/gBCM4zxjO5Q/s72-c/Midnight+Rage+Photoshop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-1067248176672526752</id><published>2010-01-06T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:28:35.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuition'/><title type='text'>Sunny Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunshine, don't chase after me. No. Don't. Ah~ Hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I ran away from the city. This time, I went somewhere further. &lt;strong&gt;BALI&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice place. Quiet, peaceful, and best of all, you get to relax all you want and no need to worry about work. BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool is humongous! Today is quite a relaxing day. So, I thought...why not take a chill pill and relax near the pool. I might even get a peep of hot 6-pacs sexy guys in their speedos. Ooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuQl9fBoI/AAAAAAAACEg/4MSeKriPqxg/s1600-h/Summer+vacation,+Sunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuQl9fBoI/AAAAAAAACEg/4MSeKriPqxg/s400/Summer+vacation,+Sunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the best spot. Somewhere I can sit within the canopy and don't get burn by the sun and yet still be able to enjoy the sexy view. That is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuMcd8KXI/AAAAAAAACEA/Ok7EJMx76K8/s1600-h/Hotel+Lounge,+Resting+place.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuMcd8KXI/AAAAAAAACEA/Ok7EJMx76K8/s400/Hotel+Lounge,+Resting+place.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor of the hotel overlooking the pool. What a disappointment! Not only there's no hot guys. But there's even a balding uncle in the pool. Urgh! With some other skinny &lt;em&gt;ikan bilis&lt;/em&gt;es. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuIaettRI/AAAAAAAACDg/PDE_6ia4XT0/s1600-h/Balding,+Old+Man,+Pool.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuIaettRI/AAAAAAAACDg/PDE_6ia4XT0/s400/Balding,+Old+Man,+Pool.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching around for maybe (with lotsa glint of hopes *prays*) a sexy bikini lady or some nude sun-bathing ladies. Oh, nude sun-bathing ladies have sagging boobs anyway. Not so interested. Wakaka! But aiya, not even a lady is there. How to even find a bikini one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuRjoSrAI/AAAAAAAACEo/xyHO4M6N8cI/s1600-h/Swim,+Skinny,+Boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuRjoSrAI/AAAAAAAACEo/xyHO4M6N8cI/s400/Swim,+Skinny,+Boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought pool would be the most fun place. NOT! It's the most boring place I can find. Nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder what's so interesting that this aunty is looking front and back at the pool. HUH! She's interested in small kids?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuCJH99gI/AAAAAAAACDQ/mz6Vtq6IqZQ/s1600-h/Aunty,+Pool,+Swim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuCJH99gI/AAAAAAAACDQ/mz6Vtq6IqZQ/s400/Aunty,+Pool,+Swim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I was sun-bathing on the second floor under the canopy. I don't wanna sun-bath! I'm already dark enough. But the sun refuse to leave me alone. I kept shifting the table but it kept following me. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuPSuMg5I/AAAAAAAACEY/RxWzmC6sZvY/s1600-h/Shorts,+Legs,+Thigh,+Sun+bath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuPSuMg5I/AAAAAAAACEY/RxWzmC6sZvY/s400/Shorts,+Legs,+Thigh,+Sun+bath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulging lobe at my right&amp;nbsp;thigh is not fats! It's just the chair beneath me pushing on my thigh. And don't you dare say I fat. I'm already skinny thin enough. I actually need to put on weight now. How happy. Wee~ More food. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuLWAF5TI/AAAAAAAACD4/q3dG0eVh9ZU/s1600-h/Evangeline,+Handphone+Key+Chain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuLWAF5TI/AAAAAAAACD4/q3dG0eVh9ZU/s400/Evangeline,+Handphone+Key+Chain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, see! Evangeline got to sun-bath too. For the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's in the sun, she's like a superstar. So, blingy bling! She'll make a good disco ball in a pub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuKstbS8I/AAAAAAAACDw/4nmTzu8W7m8/s1600-h/Disco+ball,+Sunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuKstbS8I/AAAAAAAACDw/4nmTzu8W7m8/s400/Disco+ball,+Sunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey here actually isn't that long. It only took me around 5 minutes to arrive. Yup! 5 minutes. It's just in my neighbourhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng! It's actually the Sri Damansara Club House. I was just there to finish up on my tutoring notes. Look at the mess I made on the table. LOL! Books...Books...Books @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuJR1Od5I/AAAAAAAACDo/NwZdQQTlGz4/s1600-h/Books,+Table,+Pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuJR1Od5I/AAAAAAAACDo/NwZdQQTlGz4/s400/Books,+Table,+Pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to do it at home. If I'm at home, the only book I'll touch is FaceBook anyway. So, since I'm a member here, might as well make full use of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, from the place I sat,&amp;nbsp;the view in front of me is too superbly beautiful. It makes me enjoy doing my notes more than sitting at home looking at the white wall. Talking to the white wall and expecting it to response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuSmpONVI/AAAAAAAACEw/VWyXSDEV7ww/s1600-h/Swimming+pool,+Club+House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RuSmpONVI/AAAAAAAACEw/VWyXSDEV7ww/s400/Swimming+pool,+Club+House.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing my notes the whole time, I heard plenty of funny noises in the background. "Ahh!". "Fuii". "Woii". "Don't lah". "Ouch!". "Ehh". Looking left and right, I found the source. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RyP3JK8zI/AAAAAAAACE4/fn2jYKFQY0g/s1600-h/Badminton+court+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0RyP3JK8zI/AAAAAAAACE4/fn2jYKFQY0g/s400/Badminton+court+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know badminton is&amp;nbsp;THAT exciting until someone can make such noises. And I was thinking that someone is doing some foulplay in the dark alley behind the theatre. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know where I stay, come join me if you want. But I won't be around the club very often. Maybe you can find me in McD wearing&amp;nbsp;my Oreef's purple shorts and a Tee&amp;nbsp;shoving&amp;nbsp;a burger&amp;nbsp;down my throat with ketchup and chili sauce all over my mouth. And maybe with a bad &lt;em&gt;afro&lt;/em&gt; hairstyle too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you're interested, come join me or call me to join you in badminton, tennis (if you don't mind me knocking your head out), or even the gym. Yes, I go gym. I like being fit. So what?! Gyms are not limited to guys only. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My area still have some lots that are selling fast now. &lt;strong&gt;8trium&lt;/strong&gt; is the only place left to buy if you're interested in staying brand new&amp;nbsp;in Bandar Sri Damansara. It's a very nice neighbourhood. With the newly added security, it's even more safe than before. Though I don't confirm that there are no robberies. If robbers really want to rob you, what you do won't stop them anyway. &lt;strong&gt;8trium&lt;/strong&gt; showcase is in the Sri Damansara Club. Go have a look if you're interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaa~ They got shopping mall below the &lt;strong&gt;8trium&lt;/strong&gt; apartment. Yay!! Now shopping is made a whole lot easier. I hope Starbucks open an outlet there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to enjoy my sunny evening in &lt;em&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;/em&gt;. Mmmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? 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I Hate You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Puff...Puff...Puff~~ Fuuhhhhhh~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE SMOKER! I HATE SMOKERS! I HATE SMOKERSS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't see what's so good in smoking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking doesn't make you look cool. Smoking doesn't make you healthy. Smoking&amp;nbsp;makes you look dirty. Smoking makes you look ugly.&amp;nbsp;Smoking keeps you off friends. Unless your friends are also smoking. Which I personally think they're bad influences anyway.&amp;nbsp;Don't go critisizing me that I'm judgemental. How often you see people that smokes comes with the package of "please" in their sentences? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allancavanagh.com/connacht%20tribune/smoking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://www.allancavanagh.com/connacht%20tribune/smoking.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These people never realise that smoking is just the cause that they'll go poor soon enough. Why waste the money on cigarettes when you can use the money to buy other things. Guys can go top up on their mountains of gadgets and girls? What more? SHOPPING LAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so angry with people who smokes in front of me! Especially when I'm eating. Grr! *Bites*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having my lunch at Medan Putra's normal &lt;em&gt;Cha Chang Teng&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't eat anything for breakfast today morning and I had to rush to work. So, that was the only time I got to have a decent meal. &lt;em&gt;Char Siu&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Siu Yok&lt;/em&gt; rice for lunch. My Favourite. Mmm...yummy! &lt;strong&gt;No Pork, No Life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying my meal, TOTALLY. Until some guy came and ask me whether he can "tap toi" (share table in Kantonese). I thought that since I don't want to be selfish (I was sitting alone&amp;nbsp;at quite a big table that can fit at least 5 people), so I say yea. MY BIGGEST MISTAKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I don't understand him at all. People who come here eat rice, mee, or mihun. Something that can really fill up the stomach till dinner. But him? He bought a whole plate of "kuih-muih". You know those chinese kuih that is orange in colour and look like a turtle shell with creamy fillings in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally puzzle. What is wrong with him? Isn't he going to eat????? And guess what. He bought the kuih and he just leave it on the table! Doink! Buy and don't eat? Might as well don't buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was just enjoying my Siu Yok, he go take out his cigarette and light it. Puff...Puff... I realised that and I gave him a stare. Face down and staring through my hairs at him. Stupid idiot fellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he knows I don't like him smoking!!!!! He saw my 'stare'. Bugger, still continue smoking. Suffocating. I eat the rest of my rice as fast as I could. And even the rice taste like stones. WAAA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smoking. No smoking!! All my friends know I never like people smoke in front of me. Even my college friend that smokes won't dare to smoke in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0HZHrng59I/AAAAAAAACDI/EXh2QfRI76U/s1600-h/Smoking.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0HZHrng59I/AAAAAAAACDI/EXh2QfRI76U/s320/Smoking.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One,&lt;/em&gt; because&amp;nbsp;I'll confiscate the cigarette box and he'll need to buy a new box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two&lt;/em&gt;, I'll grab the cigarette he's puffing and break it. If he'd already lighted it up. If haven't, I'll still break it. Bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three&lt;/em&gt;, I'll just walk off. But this hardly happens because either one of the two above will happen before this actually can take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends cannot even smoke. What more my boyfriend. I just don't like kissing guys that smoke. This is because their mouth really STINKS and their teeth is so yellowish it makes&amp;nbsp;me feel like I'm kissing some old man. Urgh! I'll just lose the urgh to kiss him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.modernmechanix.com/mags/qf/c/PopularMechanics/5-1924/med_smokers_teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ps="true" src="http://blog.modernmechanix.com/mags/qf/c/PopularMechanics/5-1924/med_smokers_teeth.jpg" width="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even if there's&amp;nbsp;ways to getting rid of the yellowish teeth, don't believe it! It's never true. Unless he stops smoking, his teeth will eventually be yellowish again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank goodness! Ruben doesn't smoke anymore. Yea, he smoked. But stop few months back. All thanks to me!! Haha...maybe I'm self-praising too much. Still, I pushed him into stopping. I just can't stand the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still working in Vetro, customers always smoke a lot...and I mean a lot! One cigarette tray can be filled up with at least&amp;nbsp;6 cigarette buds in just an hour plus. Crazy people. And that time, there wasn't a air filter yet. So, the indoor part of the restaurant is always fill with smokes at night. I really &lt;em&gt;beh tahan&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercola.com/ImageServer/Public/2005/october/10.13smoking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://www.mercola.com/ImageServer/Public/2005/october/10.13smoking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes it went so smokey bad that I run away to the kitchen and hide. Leaving Kok Thye to work alone in front. Nobody can see me lazying anyway. It's too smokey! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in just one month working there, I started coughing badly at night. Non-stop coughing until I fall asleep. But that didn't happen in the afternoon. Just when I was&amp;nbsp;lying down on my bed ready to fall asleep. Rest assure, I am FULLY cured! No more coughing at nights now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see why I don't like people smoking in front of me. I just can't take it. Literally. My body can't take the smoke. Nobody in my family or even relatives smoke. Except for one uncle and he never, NEVER smoke in front of me and my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be my friend, no smoking is allow. And I'm dead serious about this! But I'm not dead yet. Haha! Lame.... Clubbing? Only limit to non-smoking clubs. Which is quite saddening as I can't enter a lot of clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're a smoker...&lt;strong&gt;CHANT WITH ME&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to stop smoking now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to stop smoking now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to stop smoking now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to stop smoking now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to stop smoking now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're doing that, I shall go grab my dinner. Hungry like the hungry ghost now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;SAY-NO-TO-SMOKING!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-4426266266638857246?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4426266266638857246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=4426266266638857246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/4426266266638857246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/4426266266638857246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-smoke-i-hate-you.html' title='You Smoke? I Hate You!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/S0HZHrng59I/AAAAAAAACDI/EXh2QfRI76U/s72-c/Smoking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-1463847249086405971</id><published>2010-01-03T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:19:35.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Estee Lauder My Saviour?</title><content type='html'>I'm not appreciated. So?! Who cares? I am still going to continue writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you encounter a situation where you want something so badly but you can't have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do. You see, for a girl, I'm actually quite tan (or maybe you can call it dark) and I don't really like it. I tried many mojo ways that 'they' say would work to make you fairer. Who are these 'theys' anyway?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojo ways like drinking a lot...and I mean a lot of milk.&amp;nbsp;Cow's milk. Lamb's milk. Goat's milk. HL milk. Breast milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/hkh0040l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/hkh0040l.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how drinking milk is anywhere near whitening your skin. But, I gave it a try. That was long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you know me, you very well know that ain't working. Stupid people that come up with stupid ideas. There's even an idea of drinking papaya soup to make your boobs grow bigger. Oh, btw&amp;nbsp;I'm still tan now. Ain't talking bout my boobs ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I wasn't this tan before. It all started when I was still in Form One. And I still remember it fairly well how I got myself into joining the school band with my friends. Yea, the school band was the culprit for my tan skin. Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All young and naive, there's this hot and cool Form Six senior call Sam. And gosh, you know those Form One girls are so easy mesmerized with elders guys even if you're only Form 3. So, imagine Form 6 guy. I was like going OH-Me-GOSh! Sam was in the school band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ta-Da, got ourselves into the school band. Ok, that's not exactly why we joined in the first place. We were really impressed with their orientation performances and our school kinda stick their fingers into our business making...no...forcing us to join&amp;nbsp;at least one&amp;nbsp;school activity. Yes, that's how we're FORCED to join. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still remembered that my school actually forced new students that want to transfer to my school from other schools to join the school band. So call, my school is the 'sekolah magnet' (literally translated, magnet school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my time in the school band though I actually hate playing the clarinet. And I bet you don't even know what's that until you google it. So, exactly my point. I don't want to play something that others don't even know what's that. Urgh! And not mentioning, the sound is not even pleasant to the ears. I still like flutes more. The music of it is so soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xhmdkLgI/AAAAAAAACCo/l86kXsXIros/s1600-h/clarinets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xhmdkLgI/AAAAAAAACCo/l86kXsXIros/s320/clarinets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point. Being in a band, there's so many dem marchings to do! Especially when it's nearing sports day. Under the scorching sun in the middle of the afternoon. MY SENIORS&amp;nbsp;WERE CRAZY CRUEL HEARTLESS CREATURES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here I am. A dark, tan, ugly roasted duckling. Oops, maybe not a duckling anymore. Swan maybe? Dark, tan, ugly roasted swan? Haha! I can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many futiles traditional efforts made and to no avail. I was at one point so jealous of my friend that has such great genes that her skin will regenerate so fast and she'll be fair in just 2 weeks time. UTTERLY JEALOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, now, I resort to using chemicals on my skin. And my latest product is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xkMNj1uI/AAAAAAAACDA/Psm-PdmBYsU/s1600-h/Estee+Lauder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xkMNj1uI/AAAAAAAACDA/Psm-PdmBYsU/s320/Estee+Lauder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voila&lt;/em&gt;! My minions of Estee Lauder products. Ranging from facial products of&amp;nbsp;Toner, Cleanser,&amp;nbsp;Serum, Hydra Cream and&amp;nbsp;Eye Creams to beauty products of Mascara, Lipstick&amp;nbsp;and my favourite, &lt;em&gt;pleasures&lt;/em&gt; Perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pleasures&lt;/em&gt;, hmm. The only reason I can think of&amp;nbsp;for the name is that you put it on and when you walk across a guy, it'll arouse and &lt;em&gt;pleasures&lt;/em&gt; him? Haha... &lt;em&gt;*slaps myself for thinking dirty*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xjf19tBI/AAAAAAAACC4/UFjCAbDfBDA/s1600-h/Estee+Lauder+Perfumes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xjf19tBI/AAAAAAAACC4/UFjCAbDfBDA/s320/Estee+Lauder+Perfumes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few weeks since I started using this product. I'm not saying there isn't any effects. I can actually feel my skin glowing and become softer. But hor, I don't really like the Hydra Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hydra Cream makes my skin grows more acnes! I went and ask the sale girl at the Estee Lauder counter in Parkson 1 Utama few days back and she said they never encounter any problem like this. And the Hydra Cream is made of mineral water. It shouldn't give any problem like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish! She talked as if my skin is the problem now. I asked for samples of the other range of products that Dorothy's using. The red-coloured bottle one. It's either she really doesn't have it anymore or she's just keeping the samples to herself. I'm thinking of the latter one. Cause I actually asked 3 times to confirm and 3 times she gave me the same answer. DONG! Repetition answers&amp;nbsp;is such&amp;nbsp;a give-away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xilaek5I/AAAAAAAACCw/oYHI94igfQs/s1600-h/Estee+Lauder+Hydra+Complete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xilaek5I/AAAAAAAACCw/oYHI94igfQs/s320/Estee+Lauder+Hydra+Complete.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! So, I'm still using the same range of product. The acne-growing Hydra Cream that makes my skin go oily after a while even if I wipe on it. And thus making it grow even&amp;nbsp;more acne. Not mentioning, the acnes leave on scars on my face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you using the same range of product with me, am I using the products correctly? I use it in order of Cleanser, Toner, Serum and Hydra Cream. An occasional of eye cream. Or is it that&amp;nbsp;the product is&amp;nbsp;not suitable for my skin type??? I need advise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether my skin is getting fairer or not. How am I to judge myself? Doink! And don't go complaining to me about the length of my blog post. Blogs are suppose to compose of words only. Pictures are added to make it more interesting. This is not a gallery. If you want pictures so much, go view a photo gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-1463847249086405971?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/1463847249086405971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=1463847249086405971&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1463847249086405971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/1463847249086405971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/estee-lauder-my-saviour.html' title='Estee Lauder My Saviour?'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz9xhmdkLgI/AAAAAAAACCo/l86kXsXIros/s72-c/clarinets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-9012180338477887877</id><published>2010-01-02T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:36:27.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>So, I'm Frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well mannered ladies never make history.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I blog. I write out my feelings and nobody appreciates it. How I know about this?&amp;nbsp;Cause my analytics is dropping every single day. My source? Nuffnang DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz8vODKdmDI/AAAAAAAACB4/iYGVjVoiF3A/s1600-h/Nuffnang+Visits.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz8vODKdmDI/AAAAAAAACB4/iYGVjVoiF3A/s400/Nuffnang+Visits.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're my constant&amp;nbsp;reader, I &lt;strong&gt;Thank You&lt;/strong&gt; very much. If you're not, you're the one to be blame. What?! You don't like what I write? You don't like the way I think? You don't like the way I write? Or you just hate looking at my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, blogging is a freedom of words. I can write whatever I wish and do whatever I like with my blog. Why am I even taking into consideration of you when what I write is what I am?! And&amp;nbsp;I love my face a lot. I'm grateful being born into this face. If you call me ugly, go get a mirror and look at it before you speak another word. So, just shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if&amp;nbsp;you don't like what I put in my blog, just don't visit it. If you think that your own thinking is the almighty one, go go....go stick with your old fashion thinking and get your dark corner. May you find your light one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz8vX8JB2vI/AAAAAAAACCA/ELe7TQoILu8/s1600-h/Opinion+Only.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz8vX8JB2vI/AAAAAAAACCA/ELe7TQoILu8/s400/Opinion+Only.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, no comments anymore huh? Are you just selfish or just hate supporting other people's blogs? Urgh! Wake up please! The ONE reason the Opinion Only? box is there is for you to comment. And goodness gracious, I even put &lt;strong&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click ME!&lt;/strong&gt; below every single post. Don't go telling me that "Oh, I don't know how to use your comment box lah." Save the shitty talk. I know you just don't want to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Goodness at least some still know how to click the &lt;em&gt;"I Like It"&lt;/em&gt; square button. Whew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just get over frustrated with what I put in my blog. What now? You're jealous or what? It's not like I'm earning millions with just that one picture or one note. And I'm just earning a meager RM 17.00 ONLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz8vh0OTXKI/AAAAAAAACCI/dNgyIOatL4E/s1600-h/Nuffnang+Earns.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz8vh0OTXKI/AAAAAAAACCI/dNgyIOatL4E/s400/Nuffnang+Earns.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I would like to &lt;strong&gt;sincerely Thank&lt;/strong&gt; all of you who have been clicking my ADVERTISMENTS. And for those who just don't like supporting me, whatever. You're just the minority.&amp;nbsp; Oh, btw&amp;nbsp;I still can't cash out that RM 17.00. It's not even my earnings. I still have to hit the target of RM 50.00 before I can cash out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think what I write here copies what you wrote in yours, oh please! Go Google and type the topic. See for yourself how many millions of searches came up with the same topic. And don't go calling me names. You don't respect me, I won't respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog isn't as establish&amp;nbsp;as those BIG SHOTS blogs and I am not complaining. I just started my blog not long ago&amp;nbsp;and there's still a lot more to learn. If you think I'm right, just &lt;em&gt;stfu&lt;/em&gt;. If you think I'm wrong, comment lah! Not that hard also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-9012180338477887877?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/9012180338477887877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=9012180338477887877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/9012180338477887877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/9012180338477887877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-im-frustrated.html' title='So, I&apos;m Frustrated'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz8vODKdmDI/AAAAAAAACB4/iYGVjVoiF3A/s72-c/Nuffnang+Visits.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-8110861165070794982</id><published>2010-01-01T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:15:48.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>New Year CountDown @ The Curve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wooo~ Hooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has given way to 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another New Year, Another New Beginning, Another New Challenge, More New Funs!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, this is the time where people start doing New Year Resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the Year 2010,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work really hard for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buy less and gonna save more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to care about what other people say about my blog or my blog contents because if they procastinate, it just simply means my blog is worthy to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do more charity and help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to spend more time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of others and less of I'm(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just for your information, those are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; my 2010 resolutions. I just find making resolutions useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every beginning of the year, you write yourself a To-Do list for the whole year and do you accomplish even any of it? I really doubt so. The only reason why&amp;nbsp;you want to write it down is because&amp;nbsp;you feel that you'll forget it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll forget it eventually, why bother making it a resolution?&amp;nbsp;They're not that important to you if you'll forget them.&amp;nbsp;Wikipedia defines it as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A New Year's resolution is a commitment that an individual makes to a project or the reforming of a habit, often a lifestyle change that is generally interpreted as advantageous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're suppose to make it happen or make it a habit. BUT...everyone forgets it after some time. EVEN WITH THE PAPER STICKING ON THE WALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I find it kinda stupid. A waste of space on the wall. Not mentioning a waste of paper. That paper could have gone to better uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday would be a resolution to me. To believe and enjoy every single day, that's the best way to make your resolution. Not mentioning, you definitely won't forget it. &lt;strong&gt;YOU'LL FORGET TO HAVE FUN?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;And what more, being able to enjoy your life, things you wrote or going to write on your New Year Resolution (if you still persist on writing them) will eventually be fulfill more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Don't&amp;nbsp;believe your doubts, Don't&amp;nbsp;doubt your believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On New Year Eve,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at The Curve with Ruben&amp;nbsp;strolling since 6 pm. Why? Because it's already jam even at 6 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, decided to park somewhere and walk to The Curve. Smart Move. *smiles* Cause it jam real BADLY in The Curve after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown there is really AWESOME! They even got a stage and line-up performances for us to wait till midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there's some Percussion performance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D7b5lhdI/AAAAAAAACAQ/UAcCtGiQTjA/s1600-h/IMG_3942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D7b5lhdI/AAAAAAAACAQ/UAcCtGiQTjA/s320/IMG_3942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D8-RjgNI/AAAAAAAACAY/Q3jHbv6Dt7k/s1600-h/IMG_3944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D8-RjgNI/AAAAAAAACAY/Q3jHbv6Dt7k/s320/IMG_3944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really lame Micheal Jackson group dance (I can even do better than them!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EBua6viI/AAAAAAAACAw/SPqpMjOD3yo/s1600-h/IMG_3948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EBua6viI/AAAAAAAACAw/SPqpMjOD3yo/s320/IMG_3948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prem from FlyFm and 8TV&amp;nbsp;doing MoonWalk with Joey (the emcee of the day),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EDC0rn4I/AAAAAAAACA4/QBcrPoIs1MA/s1600-h/IMG_3951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EDC0rn4I/AAAAAAAACA4/QBcrPoIs1MA/s320/IMG_3951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EErIxR8I/AAAAAAAACBA/YFnAPyxpoig/s1600-h/IMG_3952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EErIxR8I/AAAAAAAACBA/YFnAPyxpoig/s320/IMG_3952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;some unknown&amp;nbsp;singers from Superstar at 8TV came, Blur Blur! Don't know who're them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D-U6vEJI/AAAAAAAACAg/kJ6wVJXFf9M/s1600-h/IMG_3945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D-U6vEJI/AAAAAAAACAg/kJ6wVJXFf9M/s320/IMG_3945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's cute! Can't speak proper english tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EGI1skLI/AAAAAAAACBI/Egz9Wn5EJBc/s1600-h/IMG_3955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EGI1skLI/AAAAAAAACBI/Egz9Wn5EJBc/s320/IMG_3955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the singing, I can't stand it anymore. One, it's too boring. The songs sang by them were nice but er...not OOMP enough. Second, my legs really can't stand anymore. Sore to the toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good shoes bring you a long way. Those shoes I wore ain't bringing me anywhere. Zzz! And the crowd is getting crazily pack. I ain't gonna start my New Year being cramp in by some sweaty fat dudes and smoking Malays. Urgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EAiVgUEI/AAAAAAAACAo/HiBS1HgRdfM/s1600-h/IMG_3947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EAiVgUEI/AAAAAAAACAo/HiBS1HgRdfM/s320/IMG_3947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, drop by Craft Brew and had a drink while waiting for CountDown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4GDghN-iI/AAAAAAAACBY/uJN65K9rLg0/s1600-h/DSC03132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4GDghN-iI/AAAAAAAACBY/uJN65K9rLg0/s320/DSC03132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the long-awaited FIREWORKS! Really pretty...even better than the ones I watched upclosed in Desa Parkcity last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D2u0Y0CI/AAAAAAAAB_w/1-mQ0KsNYZA/s1600-h/DSC03138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D2u0Y0CI/AAAAAAAAB_w/1-mQ0KsNYZA/s320/DSC03138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D3_YNNTI/AAAAAAAAB_4/16NKLdhL4aA/s1600-h/DSC03139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D3_YNNTI/AAAAAAAAB_4/16NKLdhL4aA/s320/DSC03139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EHKDJqqI/AAAAAAAACBQ/9IuuSQVkmD8/s1600-h/IMG_3956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4EHKDJqqI/AAAAAAAACBQ/9IuuSQVkmD8/s320/IMG_3956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D6E3i4zI/AAAAAAAACAI/Ad21AyOo_WA/s1600-h/DSC03143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D6E3i4zI/AAAAAAAACAI/Ad21AyOo_WA/s320/DSC03143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D5NAQX7I/AAAAAAAACAA/yZNem3NIsQc/s1600-h/DSC03142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D5NAQX7I/AAAAAAAACAA/yZNem3NIsQc/s320/DSC03142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the pictures quite a distance away. So, the fireworks are really HUMONGOUS! Like flowers growing in the sky. Here a video to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5ky5O2LRL8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5ky5O2LRL8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-8110861165070794982?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8110861165070794982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=8110861165070794982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8110861165070794982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8110861165070794982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-curve.html' title='New Year CountDown @ The Curve'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sz4D7b5lhdI/AAAAAAAACAQ/UAcCtGiQTjA/s72-c/IMG_3942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-4368394110354917226</id><published>2009-12-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:28:43.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Someone's birthday coming at midnight</title><content type='html'>Hu Hu Hu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's birthday coming. And look what my mom got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztQ-4qEJgI/AAAAAAAAB_A/on-oAEjTid4/s1600-h/IMG_3930a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztQ-4qEJgI/AAAAAAAAB_A/on-oAEjTid4/s400/IMG_3930a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish! Jealously rage~ Diamond and Platinum leh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;31st December&amp;nbsp;baby, I ain't gonna wish you Happy Birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna call you at 12 midnight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztQ_5xLQII/AAAAAAAAB_I/1kMX2JwvjJY/s1600-h/IMG_3934a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztQ_5xLQII/AAAAAAAAB_I/1kMX2JwvjJY/s320/IMG_3934a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna give you the present as mom pass it to me already. Bwakakka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; gonna wish you Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tralallalala~&amp;nbsp;Bleeeeeeeee~ Instead, I am going to spam your fugliest picture here. Wee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztSs9wc1GI/AAAAAAAAB_g/rzDM16tV_xg/s1600-h/IMG_0154a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztSs9wc1GI/AAAAAAAAB_g/rzDM16tV_xg/s320/IMG_0154a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not. Ok, off with the joke. She's gonna screw me nicely once she's back in Malaysia if I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztSthxDL1I/AAAAAAAAB_o/K_LsLX8HKKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0109a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztSthxDL1I/AAAAAAAAB_o/K_LsLX8HKKQ/s320/IMG_0109a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already preparing the screw! Oh, this is the phone I bought for my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztRARxpLoI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mXP9D-QmE4I/s1600-h/IMG_3931a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztRARxpLoI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mXP9D-QmE4I/s320/IMG_3931a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture quality is good. Camera 2 MP. Sound system is loud and clear. Easy to use even for elderly people. Trendy looking with flipping features. And the price isn't anywhere near RM400!&amp;nbsp;Ain't that the coolest? I am not suppose to tell the price here. But&amp;nbsp;WHO CARES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztRBYCA13I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/_btZP6t176c/s1600-h/IMG_3932a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztRBYCA13I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/_btZP6t176c/s320/IMG_3932a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what more, it made my mom COOL! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;In case you're interested with the phone, the phone's model is LG KF300. It comes with 4 different colours; blue (as what I've shown in&amp;nbsp;the picture above), red, baby pink and gold. Locate it at your nearest handset outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Clicky &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;MUA!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-4368394110354917226?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/4368394110354917226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=4368394110354917226&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/4368394110354917226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/4368394110354917226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/someones-birthday-coming-at-midnight.html' title='Someone&apos;s birthday coming at midnight'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SztQ-4qEJgI/AAAAAAAAB_A/on-oAEjTid4/s72-c/IMG_3930a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-2271755519665484361</id><published>2009-12-30T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:29:48.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Alvin and The Chipmunks 2</title><content type='html'>You spin my head right round...right round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzsAcfd7n9I/AAAAAAAAB-4/fSWSqYtbpPE/s1600-h/thumbnailCAC0Y69M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzsAcfd7n9I/AAAAAAAAB-4/fSWSqYtbpPE/s640/thumbnailCAC0Y69M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Still remember these guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ent.sinchew-i.com/files/preview/292x300..1312Alvin&amp;amp;Chipmunks1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://ent.sinchew-i.com/files/preview/292x300..1312Alvin&amp;amp;Chipmunks1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love them so much!!! They're just so cute! Fur balls that can sing and talk. What better ways to celebrate Christmas and New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickdirect.com/images/movies/alvin-chipmunks/alvin-chipmunks_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ps="true" src="http://www.flickdirect.com/images/movies/alvin-chipmunks/alvin-chipmunks_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watched Alvin and The Chipmunk 2 and Gosh!! The Chipettes are OH-SUMMLY QQQT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wendy.de/bilder/neu-cool/kino/alvin-und-die-chipmunks-2/Chipettes_L_SF.jpg/image_large" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" ps="true" src="http://www.wendy.de/bilder/neu-cool/kino/alvin-und-die-chipmunks-2/Chipettes_L_SF.jpg/image_large" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/06/30/alvin-chipmunks-squeakuel-t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" ps="true" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/06/30/alvin-chipmunks-squeakuel-t.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH~~ Obsession.&amp;nbsp;If only I can get them for my pet. They're just way too cute to resist. It's different from getting a normal pet. Dogs are man best friends but they ain't talking you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sineport.com/vizyon/resim/2007/alvin_chipmunks/alvin_chipmunks05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ps="true" src="http://www.sineport.com/vizyon/resim/2007/alvin_chipmunks/alvin_chipmunks05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And hamsters die too soon. Not mentioning the dad eat his own children. I don't need a baby eating hamster at home. CHIPMUNKS! CHIPETTES! CHIPMUNKPETTES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickdirect.com/images/movies/alvin-chipmunks/alvin-chipmunks_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ps="true" src="http://www.flickdirect.com/images/movies/alvin-chipmunks/alvin-chipmunks_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watched the first movie of Alvin and The Chipmunk like 2 years back. Sad thing that I didn't get to watch it in the cinema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/10/02/chipettes-single-ladies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" ps="true" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/10/02/chipettes-single-ladies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was still in National Stink. But it's still a great movie not to be missed out!!! Waa~~ Want to watch it the second time.....temptations~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://o.aolcdn.com/os/kol/Entertainment/chipettes-chipmunks-500w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ps="true" src="http://o.aolcdn.com/os/kol/Entertainment/chipettes-chipmunks-500w.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my~ Double the Q-ness!!! &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; is definitely the new &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;, Alvin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-2271755519665484361?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2271755519665484361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=2271755519665484361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2271755519665484361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2271755519665484361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/alvin-and-chipmunks-2.html' title='Alvin and The Chipmunks 2'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzsAcfd7n9I/AAAAAAAAB-4/fSWSqYtbpPE/s72-c/thumbnailCAC0Y69M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-7215650779960225131</id><published>2009-12-28T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:10:30.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gathering'/><title type='text'>G.R.O. - Guest Relations Officer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;G.R.O. stands for Guest Relations Officer&lt;/strong&gt;. In Cantonese, they call it "&lt;em&gt;Pui Cho Mui&lt;/em&gt;" meaning accompanying you sit, literally.&amp;nbsp; These are the girls that Jing would love to be next to. They're the kind of girls that work in a bar or club and accompany those G-G guys that love to touch here and there. I normally put it as "&lt;em&gt;high-class prostitute&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I talking about this? Let me just remind you first. &lt;strong&gt;I AM NO G.R.O.!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked back in Vetro. And miracally I help Vetro earned a good lump sum of RM 1k++ in just a few hours. What a miracle! Or maybe it's just my luck. Anyway, that's not the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bunch of useless guys are just like the guys that go to Chow Kit. Not that it's still dirty with prostitutes anymore now. Hamsap, dirty eyes and suck in flirting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was serving them cause Zid left me alone there to renew his driving license. And first they go fooling around with me and doing stupid flirty movements. Winking his eyes like crazy. I was on the edge of asking him whether his eyes are cramp or something wrong. I should have called an ambulance to save that poor dude that tried so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioning calling a English tuition teacher too. He doesn't even know how to pronounce a simple Sirloin. Sir-loin steak. And also blackpepper that went blark-pet-pet. Oh, and Wi-Fi that went V-Fi. I tell you, they're a total embarrasment to the Chinese Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I don't give a damn bout these guys. Afterall, what to expect if you're working in a bar. But I just &lt;em&gt;damn it&lt;/em&gt; when they went too far. These guys have no dignity at all! I was serving them their meal and useless bastard came holding my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TuT!! Fine. I don't want to cause a caos in there. Patience. Patience, Ruiyi. And stupid idiots have to do it the second time. And totally no respect. Another dude hold my hand and said "oops, I ter-hold your hand". WTF! Should have just slap them and wake them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they don't even know where they stand. Please lah! You're&amp;nbsp;totally&amp;nbsp;a disgrace to yourself and everyone&amp;nbsp;and won't even stand a tiny bit chance to go after me. And they still have the guts to ask me to fetch them back. Ya, if I do fetch them back, I'll make sure the first&amp;nbsp;pit-stop would be the nearest police station. And that would be for sue-ing you for sexual harrasment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got your attention, last Saturday we had a count down to 27 December 2009. It was Mark's very important day. It's the day Mark got his man-boobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina planned the outing and everyone gather in Coffee Bean, Desa ParkCity. I love Wi-Fi in my W705 baby but I hate Wi-Fi in Coffee Bean. You have to register to use. Hmm, I just find it troublesome. I still like the way Starbucks set their Wi-Fi. I don't need to register anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some drink and did a lot of catching up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before that we had some photo sessions with the Christmas decors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMkFyXFJI/AAAAAAAAB8A/y0dxJQlisUc/s1600-h/IMG_3845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMkFyXFJI/AAAAAAAAB8A/y0dxJQlisUc/s320/IMG_3845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the angel on top of the half-litted blue xmas tree! Though it doesn't look one bit like an angel but the lights look so good in the dark background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMlDwxFCI/AAAAAAAAB8I/elyACYdsfds/s1600-h/IMG_3856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMlDwxFCI/AAAAAAAAB8I/elyACYdsfds/s320/IMG_3856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Christmas. Somehow it brings everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMfZyRjQI/AAAAAAAAB7o/sf8vuxCASCc/s1600-h/Christmas+Decors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMfZyRjQI/AAAAAAAAB7o/sf8vuxCASCc/s320/Christmas+Decors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally blend into the Christmas Decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjNIjujqcI/AAAAAAAAB-I/HtxdExPFdIU/s1600-h/Xmas+Decoration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjNIjujqcI/AAAAAAAAB-I/HtxdExPFdIU/s320/Xmas+Decoration.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales are bad influence. They make us want to kiss the soldiers and hoping they'll turn into our dreamy&amp;nbsp;prince. And what we get in the end? A tongue that got burned for sticking into the hot colourful mouth and pores that enlarge for facing the scorching hot&amp;nbsp;soldier too near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Kumaren! You still owe me a Flaming Lamborghini ya. I remember.&amp;nbsp;Keke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMmfiw9JI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/SCvMPsRuFck/s1600-h/IMG_3862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMmfiw9JI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/SCvMPsRuFck/s320/IMG_3862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kavin's is a terrible camera-man. Don't worry,&amp;nbsp;I forgive you. I know you're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjNGW106aI/AAAAAAAAB94/s_zv-XgRfvc/s1600-h/Photoshop.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjNGW106aI/AAAAAAAAB94/s_zv-XgRfvc/s400/Photoshop.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took so many blurry pictures that by the time he actually take a decent sharp picture, my smile went droopy like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMnuQxVqI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/_9q1fNEkGJ0/s1600-h/IMG_3867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMnuQxVqI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/_9q1fNEkGJ0/s400/IMG_3867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo! Look at Ken Yang's head at the bottom right.&amp;nbsp;Kavin even look like he's drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMof3NO-I/AAAAAAAAB8g/gtTCSP2xysM/s1600-h/IMG_3876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMof3NO-I/AAAAAAAAB8g/gtTCSP2xysM/s320/IMG_3876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, he doesn't admit he's drunk. &lt;em&gt;"No! I'm not drunk. I didn't even drink any alcohol."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO DRUNKARDS WOULD ADMIT THEY'RE DRUNK&lt;/strong&gt;. After that, he has no more come-backs at me. Victory smells good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After multiples and multiples of pictures taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMpVY2CNI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Iy7Cq7jyyTI/s1600-h/IMG_3878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMpVY2CNI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Iy7Cq7jyyTI/s320/IMG_3878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMqbvz3vI/AAAAAAAAB8w/mPDqlrx1PgY/s1600-h/IMG_3880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMqbvz3vI/AAAAAAAAB8w/mPDqlrx1PgY/s320/IMG_3880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Dorothy finally got Ann Joe's head in between the straws. But still&amp;nbsp;I don't know why she wanted that photo so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjNHb-MFRI/AAAAAAAAB-A/uE9Yc3ZFw1A/s1600-h/Straws.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjNHb-MFRI/AAAAAAAAB-A/uE9Yc3ZFw1A/s320/Straws.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to our &lt;em&gt;man-boobs&lt;/em&gt; story, Mark came fashionably late as usual with a shirt that says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMtGR8gtI/AAAAAAAAB9A/rNpxqbOx76k/s1600-h/IMG_3898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMtGR8gtI/AAAAAAAAB9A/rNpxqbOx76k/s320/IMG_3898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cap Ayam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMcsWIETI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/7XfQPZ9Mark/s1600-h/Cap+Ayam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMcsWIETI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/7XfQPZ9Mark/s320/Cap+Ayam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone got it&amp;nbsp;free from buying&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Ayam Brands&lt;/em&gt; products and gave him as a Xmas present.&amp;nbsp;Ooo...I can see boobs growing already! Look Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjM4_sGnyI/AAAAAAAAB9w/It-R7JyERUI/s1600-h/Nearly+Famous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjM4_sGnyI/AAAAAAAAB9w/It-R7JyERUI/s320/Nearly+Famous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I see why he's going to be &lt;em&gt;Almost Famous&lt;/em&gt;. The first man in Malaysia with Man-Boobs! Well, almost have. And he's even caressing&amp;nbsp;'them' himself to make himself &lt;em&gt;Famous&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMgnHEXAI/AAAAAAAAB7w/4-6ymeV9BHo/s1600-h/Famous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMgnHEXAI/AAAAAAAAB7w/4-6ymeV9BHo/s320/Famous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love womanizing men. A classic hair-style that a baby girl normally has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjM3rWlkRI/AAAAAAAAB9o/QquthQZK_68/s1600-h/IMG_3909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjM3rWlkRI/AAAAAAAAB9o/QquthQZK_68/s320/IMG_3909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hon Fai looks so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMh-QjLbI/AAAAAAAAB74/75Si-CZuGUI/s1600-h/Hair+Style.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMh-QjLbI/AAAAAAAAB74/75Si-CZuGUI/s320/Hair+Style.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great gathering! Here's all those who came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMu2poNdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/xp9rcjU1l0c/s1600-h/IMG_3899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMu2poNdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/xp9rcjU1l0c/s320/IMG_3899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMwaj4xAI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/DShYydtjXNU/s1600-h/IMG_3901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMwaj4xAI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/DShYydtjXNU/s320/IMG_3901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMyMu1fWI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/_EzwX-y8sLM/s1600-h/IMG_3902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMyMu1fWI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/_EzwX-y8sLM/s320/IMG_3902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjM2gGZODI/AAAAAAAAB9g/J4rdoVc_ZYA/s1600-h/IMG_3907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjM2gGZODI/AAAAAAAAB9g/J4rdoVc_ZYA/s320/IMG_3907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the ones that just love camwhoring with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMb92_GWI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RqgZG6-aj0k/s1600-h/Camwhoring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMb92_GWI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RqgZG6-aj0k/s320/Camwhoring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMrk9edbI/AAAAAAAAB84/MH-IqvgIIig/s1600-h/IMG_3887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMrk9edbI/AAAAAAAAB84/MH-IqvgIIig/s320/IMG_3887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMa7DH_0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/u7vv0n1L9pk/s1600-h/Camwhoring+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMa7DH_0I/AAAAAAAAB7I/u7vv0n1L9pk/s320/Camwhoring+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjYY54l1lI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Ai1YaZpn770/s1600-h/IMG_3908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjYY54l1lI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Ai1YaZpn770/s320/IMG_3908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just&amp;nbsp;can't stop camwhoring! It's like an addiction. A trend. One that possesses a camera phone must learn the art of camwhoring. Don't cha feel so? Plus,&amp;nbsp;the trend started when camera phones are invented and sell in the market. Even guys camwhore nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgotten. I received another gift. Dorothy's back-from-China gift. A pair of &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;pinkish&lt;/span&gt; chopsticks with a gold colour cloth to cover it. Love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjOXfwS6QI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Pd_feOrOT2g/s1600-h/IMG_3924a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjOXfwS6QI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Pd_feOrOT2g/s320/IMG_3924a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even has &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; Dragon printings on it. My&amp;nbsp;FAV colour.&amp;nbsp;Love Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjOYyFTxaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/WX-1LElmedg/s1600-h/IMG_3925s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjOYyFTxaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/WX-1LElmedg/s320/IMG_3925s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, SPOT ME IN THE PICTURE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMeTRyLvI/AAAAAAAAB7g/pGy9LPH02Rk/s1600-h/Christmas+Decorations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMeTRyLvI/AAAAAAAAB7g/pGy9LPH02Rk/s400/Christmas+Decorations.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Photo credits to &lt;strong&gt;Dorothy Yap&lt;/strong&gt; for being&amp;nbsp;the &lt;strong&gt;photographer of the day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-7215650779960225131?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/7215650779960225131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=7215650779960225131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7215650779960225131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/7215650779960225131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/gro-guest-relations-officer.html' title='G.R.O. - Guest Relations Officer'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzjMkFyXFJI/AAAAAAAAB8A/y0dxJQlisUc/s72-c/IMG_3845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-8020813704438049014</id><published>2009-12-27T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:51:34.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gathering'/><title type='text'>All I get for Christmas</title><content type='html'>For this year Christmas, after multiples letters I've wrote to Santa in a cute little&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt; card, at last!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY41WCbC_I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/noq5XWzSVd0/s1600-h/DSC03105a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY41WCbC_I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/noq5XWzSVd0/s320/DSC03105a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came with his red-nose sleighs and gave me these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY42ggFEpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/bfxe64xe3AE/s1600-h/IMG_3917a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY42ggFEpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/bfxe64xe3AE/s320/IMG_3917a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks file/diary planner....SANTA DRINKS STARBUCKS...hehe xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY43agNtxI/AAAAAAAAB4w/1eZeL8Be7Mo/s1600-h/IMG_3918a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY43agNtxI/AAAAAAAAB4w/1eZeL8Be7Mo/s320/IMG_3918a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute little handphone key-chain gave to me by Dorothy's Mom's Friends. Ya, very&amp;nbsp;long related. LOL! I was at her house this afternoon, oops, yesterday's afternoon for Christmas open house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! I&amp;nbsp;reached late and well, more&amp;nbsp;food for me as I get to finish all the food. Bwakakka! I shall name her &lt;em&gt;Evangeline&lt;/em&gt;. Name after the &lt;em&gt;ass-light-up&lt;/em&gt; bug's girlfriend in The Princess and The Frog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY5caZucYI/AAAAAAAAB44/-tZVuQxIG00/s1600-h/IMG_3916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY5caZucYI/AAAAAAAAB44/-tZVuQxIG00/s320/IMG_3916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm no longer a P driver! Hehe...shall blog bout it another time. Coming soon...keep tuning in!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marvelously home-cooked dinner by &lt;strong&gt;Ruben&lt;/strong&gt;. Lamb stew, creamy mash potato and CRAY FISH! Mini little lobsters! I hope I spelt it right. The lamb stew and creamy mash potato are marvelous but the cray fish is the BOMB!! Taste great wei~ You should try it out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the CRAY FISH!! I didn't take any picture of the meal cause the dinner was with his family&amp;nbsp;but this is well looks almost like it. With garlic and parsley sauce. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY9_xz_rtI/AAAAAAAAB5I/eYL3dC1JHLc/s1600-h/crayfish-01a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY9_xz_rtI/AAAAAAAAB5I/eYL3dC1JHLc/s320/crayfish-01a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And YAY! Santa finally heard me!! I finally got a &lt;em&gt;photoshop&lt;/em&gt; program in my computer. HOW KWEL IS THAT? All hail, Dorothy! And I'm not removing this picture from here, Dorothy.&amp;nbsp;xPP Blee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY42KeAt7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/8fZAgp5T4aA/s1600-h/DSC03111a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY42KeAt7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/8fZAgp5T4aA/s320/DSC03111a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first try-out picture. I look pretty weird floating in the air over the flowers. O.o? Don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY6ZL8XCBI/AAAAAAAAB5A/ygaXAs5S2K8/s1600-h/Amelias+world.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY6ZL8XCBI/AAAAAAAAB5A/ygaXAs5S2K8/s320/Amelias+world.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMELIA'S WORLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is&amp;nbsp;Classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click&lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt; me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-8020813704438049014?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8020813704438049014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=8020813704438049014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8020813704438049014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8020813704438049014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-get-for-christmas.html' title='All I get for Christmas'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzY41WCbC_I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/noq5XWzSVd0/s72-c/DSC03105a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-240398295949129834</id><published>2009-12-25T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:11:44.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY XMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May this festive season bring lots of happiness and joy to you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzRWGK0fsiI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/K3oL-lypN6k/s1600-h/IMG_3782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzRWGK0fsiI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/K3oL-lypN6k/s320/IMG_3782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Just gave Mommy the phone I bought for her upcoming birthday. But her phone really siao KO already. So, early present. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glad she likes it. Though she's still a bit surprise with the surprise. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Happy...Giving season is always so fun!&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/492510990620806799-240398295949129834?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/240398295949129834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=240398295949129834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/240398295949129834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/240398295949129834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas.html' title='MERRY XMAS!'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzRWGK0fsiI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/K3oL-lypN6k/s72-c/IMG_3782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-5303409931281128679</id><published>2009-12-24T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:00:10.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Teaser'/><title type='text'>Food For Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Do you fall into any of these mind thoughts catergories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh my, my paperworks/assignments mountain is getting higher. I don't think I can finish it in time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is wrong with that boy/girl? Why is he/she keep staring at me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boss's a jerk. He kept using me by making me do chores for him. That's not even my job!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people always bully me? I did nothing wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He/She hates me. What should I do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents are unreasonable. They keep controlling what I do and where I go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think. What makes you think in such a way? There must be something that happened to make you feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things aren't exactly how you see it. Like how I've mentioned before in my previous &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-get-rid-of-bad-luck.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, what you think is what you'll attract to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMeZmYjUdI/AAAAAAAAB34/tPo_oGWluz4/s1600-h/child-bullys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMeZmYjUdI/AAAAAAAAB34/tPo_oGWluz4/s320/child-bullys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, "Why do people bully me? I did nothing wrong". Yes, you feel that you did nothing wrong. You're correct. But why do you think that they're bullying you then? They may just be joking with you but you take the joke too seriously that you feel they're toying with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your mind to ease and think wisely. We all have 2 intellectual thinking; IQ and EQ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IQ is your &lt;em&gt;intelligence quotient&lt;/em&gt;. This is where your educational and philosophical thinking comes from. People always say, people with high IQ are the ones that are very smart in studies. It may be right, it may be wrong. It's just how you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMeX0VuS2I/AAAAAAAAB3w/VsdiJ-3SkSk/s1600-h/brains.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMeX0VuS2I/AAAAAAAAB3w/VsdiJ-3SkSk/s320/brains.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, EQ is your &lt;em&gt;emotional quotient&lt;/em&gt;. Wikipedia defines it as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;the ability, capacity and&amp;nbsp;skill; a self-perceived ability, to identify, assess, and manage the emotions of one's self, of others, and of groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It simply means how you control your emotions and how you bring about yourself in the society. &lt;strong&gt;This is the most important point&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, taking the simplest and most common mind thoughts catergory that everyone would go through;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He/She hates me. What should I do?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person with high EQ would not be concerned by this. Because down to earth, it may be just you who thinks this way. He/She may think differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you know that he/she really thinks this way, then you still shouldn't do anything. Oh well, anything rash I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If one person treats you this way, you think 1001 things in your mind. If 100 people treats you this way, are you going to think 1 million and one things in your mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, every single person on Earth is like a dot. The whole picture is made up of every dots joining together. So, every single dot is very important. &lt;strong&gt;You are very important.&lt;/strong&gt; But then, what other dots want to do to you, it will not erase your dot from the picture. Afterall, they don't have a super BIG eraser to erase you off. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMebLm_KII/AAAAAAAAB4A/i6XPeb1OO1Q/s1600-h/earths.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMebLm_KII/AAAAAAAAB4A/i6XPeb1OO1Q/s320/earths.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my point is, what they do shouldn't even affect you. Your dot is still shining brightly from the picture. But if you really feel in some way that you want to know why he/she does that to you, put yourself in his/her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMcI9ZIsSI/AAAAAAAAB3g/wIpajnXgcbA/s1600-h/hot_sell_sport_shoes_max_sport_shoes_shox_sport_shoes_jordan1-22_shoess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMcI9ZIsSI/AAAAAAAAB3g/wIpajnXgcbA/s320/hot_sell_sport_shoes_max_sport_shoes_shox_sport_shoes_jordan1-22_shoess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking another example from the category;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My boss's a jerk. He kept using me by making me do chores for him. That's not even my job!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now put yourself in your boss position. Your boss is not exactly making full use of you. By making you do small chores that other people don't get to do, you actually learn more than others. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Situation; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You got a job as a chef in a hotel kitchen. Your head chef doesn't allow you to do any cooking and only ask you to clean up the dishes every single day for 2 years. A normal person would be very frustrated and eventually quit the job in just a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMcFJe7ysI/AAAAAAAAB3I/N5GvVn7pzrc/s1600-h/chefa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMcFJe7ysI/AAAAAAAAB3I/N5GvVn7pzrc/s320/chefa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But a wise person will listen and defy less. The one reason that the head chef decided to make you wash the dishes is to learn from other chefs. How they make this? How they do that? How that dish is cooked? You learn from others but others don't learn from you. This is what you gained. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thus, it's just how you see things that happened around you. Open up your mind and you'll see things that others don't see.&amp;nbsp;Don't go be a fern without a backbone. Don't follow what other people say and do. Just because they say that, it doesn't mean that is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Those who see things&amp;nbsp;as what their eyes see only will not go far in life. Those who see with their mind&amp;nbsp;are visionaries. This is what separate people like &lt;strong&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Obama&lt;/strong&gt; from the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMcDH1yrUI/AAAAAAAAB24/CqhpaBZpuPs/s1600-h/20070107-CES-BillGates-400a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMcDH1yrUI/AAAAAAAAB24/CqhpaBZpuPs/s200/20070107-CES-BillGates-400a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMcKES16UI/AAAAAAAAB3o/mN65wP5IwUY/s1600-h/obama_grs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMcKES16UI/AAAAAAAAB3o/mN65wP5IwUY/s200/obama_grs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-5303409931281128679?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/5303409931281128679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=5303409931281128679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5303409931281128679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/5303409931281128679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/food-for-thoughts.html' title='Food For Thoughts'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzMeZmYjUdI/AAAAAAAAB34/tPo_oGWluz4/s72-c/child-bullys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-2737522312283556198</id><published>2009-12-23T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:32:42.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>- Ultimo -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ultimate Fine Dining Experience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.12.2009 marks the 3rd months of our togetherness. 09.09.09 was the day we started our journey together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate all the hardship we went through, we decided to have a fine-dining dinner at &lt;strong&gt;-Ultimo-&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHBoKqXfqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/VCylOPYNn5g/s1600-h/10122_281421905553_280272320553_9100842_3669252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHBoKqXfqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/VCylOPYNn5g/s320/10122_281421905553_280272320553_9100842_3669252_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was exactly the spot that we sat!!!! Haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to enter earlier than him that day considering he's busy with work and will be late. But oopsies! I decided to buy reload first and ended up he entered before me. And guess what. I spoilt his surprise. Keke xD I'm such a surprise spoiler. That's the 5th time I spoilt his surprises. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box of chocolate hand-picked by him and a chocolatey rose. Both from Chocolate Lounge.&amp;nbsp;Yummy! Desserts came first. Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA_qc-7qI/AAAAAAAAB2I/-QYV-ssu-5o/s1600-h/IMG_3621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA_qc-7qI/AAAAAAAAB2I/-QYV-ssu-5o/s320/IMG_3621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oops! I ate some already when I decided to take this photo. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA1tdVQ3I/AAAAAAAAB0g/ULQPmPNDjOk/s1600-h/IMG_3565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA1tdVQ3I/AAAAAAAAB0g/ULQPmPNDjOk/s320/IMG_3565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA2Sev6XI/AAAAAAAAB0o/wDgeeyYsYVQ/s1600-h/IMG_3566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA2Sev6XI/AAAAAAAAB0o/wDgeeyYsYVQ/s320/IMG_3566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still hibernating in my fridge. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided against eating the chocolates first. Save the best for last. *Wink* Oh ya, there're still some&amp;nbsp;chocolates left in my fridge.&amp;nbsp;And here comes our appetizers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA3U2VbJI/AAAAAAAAB0w/WEuPrg6Pflc/s1600-h/IMG_3567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA3U2VbJI/AAAAAAAAB0w/WEuPrg6Pflc/s320/IMG_3567.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and slightly raw tuna with spagetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, they gave us complementary Rose Wine for our anniversary celebration. ^^ So sweet of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHCcXmVujI/AAAAAAAAB2g/z_n6b-2rIAk/s1600-h/IMG_3564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHCcXmVujI/AAAAAAAAB2g/z_n6b-2rIAk/s320/IMG_3564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Notice the red coloured wine at the bottom left corner. That's the Rose Wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the other dishes. Note that the dishes are quite small serving. But there's plenty of different dishes served. It's like food tasting. You try everything and get full at the end of it instead of having one dish that totally occupies your whole stomach for the whole course. It's more fun! You get to try different different food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like vegetable dumplings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA4Wz5zjI/AAAAAAAAB04/K3Hzb3Vm9qk/s1600-h/IMG_3569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA4Wz5zjI/AAAAAAAAB04/K3Hzb3Vm9qk/s320/IMG_3569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...seafood soup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA5FszUJI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SAm0EQtoRyQ/s1600-h/IMG_3570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA5FszUJI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SAm0EQtoRyQ/s320/IMG_3570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...seafood spagetti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA6NmmrZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/Kr_omvo_P0Q/s1600-h/IMG_3571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA6NmmrZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/Kr_omvo_P0Q/s320/IMG_3571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...some scallop thingy (haha! I can't remember all the super creative&amp;nbsp;long names of the dishes)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA665Nr2I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/0axPR6MRPqw/s1600-h/IMG_3572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA665Nr2I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/0axPR6MRPqw/s320/IMG_3572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...foe gras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA7ohmXgI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/_WztMoEL9NY/s1600-h/IMG_3574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA7ohmXgI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/_WztMoEL9NY/s320/IMG_3574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;em&gt;wagyu&lt;/em&gt; beef! Look at the hungry fellow staring at his beef...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA8MTrLHI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Pug99R6uG50/s1600-h/IMG_3575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA8MTrLHI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Pug99R6uG50/s320/IMG_3575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now here's a tip. The beef is called Wagyu beef because the cow that supplied the beef originated from Wagyu, Japan. The word Wagyu refers to all Japanese beef cattle ('Wa' means Japanese or japanese-style and 'gyu' means cattle). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They serve the dishes in a very professional manner. Appertizer&amp;nbsp;plates are cold, main course&amp;nbsp;plates are warm and dessert&amp;nbsp;plates are cold as well. Correct me if I'm wrong ya.&amp;nbsp;It's like a fine-dining must-do thing. LOL! I also don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my Melon&amp;nbsp;Sherbet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA8y0dfqI/AAAAAAAAB1o/xmIcwzHvJzE/s1600-h/IMG_3579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA8y0dfqI/AAAAAAAAB1o/xmIcwzHvJzE/s320/IMG_3579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a head on. The reason why they serve&amp;nbsp;Melon Sherbet between your main course and desserts is to clear off the main course flavours in your mouth and ready your taste buds for the sweetness in desserts that's yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh! And I like the Melon Sherbet lots! Really very nice...it's something like ice-cream yet not like ice-cream. Totally melts in&amp;nbsp;your mouth!&amp;nbsp;Er..it's hard to explain in words. xD You should go try it out yourself then you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melon Sherbet isn't your dessert ya. ^^ My dessert was Cream Brulee (hope I spelt it correctly) served with ice-cream. Yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA9QKxPYI/AAAAAAAAB1w/RJRs2wBmq1k/s1600-h/IMG_3580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA9QKxPYI/AAAAAAAAB1w/RJRs2wBmq1k/s320/IMG_3580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's flowers in it too! And the great thing about fine-dining is that you can eat everything that is served on the plate. Yes, INCLUDING THE FLOWERS. I ate all of them but they taste so bland compared to the ice cream and cream brulee. Like eating paper only. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dessert was Fruit Salad. I not sure everywhere does this or not, but the fruit salad here is top with sugar and slowly burn with a torch&amp;nbsp;to melt the sugar coating. So, when you taste the fruit, there's a tinge of sweetness from the sugar that melts in your mouth. Sensation! And there's Strawberry Sherbet together in it too! Ish, jealousnye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHDkybhfEI/AAAAAAAAB2o/e-5HJwgChaU/s1600-h/IMG_3582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHDkybhfEI/AAAAAAAAB2o/e-5HJwgChaU/s320/IMG_3582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Each course comes together with a complementary coffer or tea. And here's my tea...with lots and lots and lots and lots of SUGAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA-go8aZI/AAAAAAAAB2A/JWMAYGLEpOo/s1600-h/IMG_3589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHA-go8aZI/AAAAAAAAB2A/JWMAYGLEpOo/s320/IMG_3589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine-dining experience is something we, Malaysian don't experience much anymore these days. Considering this is not Italy or Rome where fine-dining experience&amp;nbsp;is still highly look for. Plus, you don't see many Fine-Dining Restaurant in Malaysia, do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, the best excuse for not having any dining etiquette would be the most common one; we eat with our hands in mamak. Civilise-nyeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing with fine-dining is that I have to use their cutleries in a certain sequence. O,O! I'm a total idiot when it comes to these. I used to learn dining etiquettes in Perfection (FYI it's a tuition centre)&amp;nbsp;complementary courses, BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE THEM! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to use lah?! See...so many knifes and forks and spoons...@.@ *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHBAWkXedI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/BIiFvLW9tps/s1600-h/ss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHBAWkXedI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/BIiFvLW9tps/s320/ss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, the waiter there said no need to follow strictly. They allow customers to eat with whichever cutleries they feel comfortable with. &lt;em&gt;*Wipe sweats*&lt;/em&gt; Whew~ Problem solved. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're interested in experiencing fine-dining dinner, you can come to &lt;strong&gt;-Ultimo-&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;-Ultimo-&lt;/strong&gt; is located in Solaris Mont Kiara. If you know where's Tenji, then you should know how to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's their address just in case you're lost;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;13A, Jalan Solaris 4, Solaris Mont Kiara, 50480, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make reservations earlier by calling them at these numbers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Outlet number: (603) 6204 0887&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Chef Proprietor (Boss and Head Chef): (6017) 618 3297&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Contact Mr. Loh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it's definitely a dining experience you can't miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHEoP5CKVI/AAAAAAAAB2w/QQ2ovQ3eUAs/s1600-h/IMG_3590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHEoP5CKVI/AAAAAAAAB2w/QQ2ovQ3eUAs/s320/IMG_3590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more, you can visit their website at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimofinedining.com/"&gt;http://ultimofinedining.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or if you want to view more pictures on &lt;strong&gt;-Ultimo-,&lt;/strong&gt; check out their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kuala-Lumpur-Malaysia/Ultimo-Fine-Dining/280272320553"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? Click &lt;a href="http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-comment.html"&gt;me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-2737522312283556198?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/2737522312283556198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=2737522312283556198&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2737522312283556198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/2737522312283556198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimo.html' title='- Ultimo -'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/SzHBoKqXfqI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/VCylOPYNn5g/s72-c/10122_281421905553_280272320553_9100842_3669252_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-8375318597026663115</id><published>2009-12-22T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:12:02.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terms &amp; Conditions</title><content type='html'>Words....WORDS...and MORE WORDS!!! @.@ *dizzy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; reading Terms &amp;amp; Conditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm using a very strong word. &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why people still even bother to put the Terms &amp;amp; Conditions when&amp;nbsp;nobody reads it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy9QnIFBqII/AAAAAAAAB0Q/8hxzIOwvDrU/s1600-h/Terms+1a.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy9QnIFBqII/AAAAAAAAB0Q/8hxzIOwvDrU/s400/Terms+1a.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The only reason that I can think of is that they want to trick people into agreeing with it. Then when that person does a mistake as stated in&amp;nbsp;that long piece of super-lengthy essay, they can sue that person. In other words, as a precautionary step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, they always like to hide those exceptionally important points in the &lt;strong&gt;middle&lt;/strong&gt; of a super crazy long paragraph. It's already that long and lengthy that takes like forever to finish reading it, they have to make it harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy9QoDMN-LI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Nsw7u1zezgc/s1600-h/Termsa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy9QoDMN-LI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Nsw7u1zezgc/s400/Termsa.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's like doing &lt;em&gt;Ringkasan &lt;/em&gt;in &lt;em&gt;Bahasa Melayu&lt;/em&gt; all over again. You got to find the point ( &lt;em&gt;isi&lt;/em&gt; )&amp;nbsp;in it. Urgh!! Not mentioning, I&amp;nbsp;hate ringkasan in high school also. Just great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, reading that whole page is like reading&lt;em&gt; Sejarah&lt;/em&gt; book again. Makes a really good bedtime story. I definitely can snooze off reading any Terms &amp;amp; Conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the Terms &amp;amp; Conditions in www.ModelFreelancer.com just a minute ago. Yup! You've guess it right. I nearly fell asleep. So here I am, blogging about it. WOOT! I'm all awaken now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/492510990620806799-8375318597026663115?l=ngruiyi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/feeds/8375318597026663115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=492510990620806799&amp;postID=8375318597026663115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8375318597026663115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/492510990620806799/posts/default/8375318597026663115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngruiyi.blogspot.com/2009/12/terms-conditions.html' title='Terms &amp; Conditions'/><author><name>amelia ng ruiyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326013462171848010</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/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy9QnIFBqII/AAAAAAAAB0Q/8hxzIOwvDrU/s72-c/Terms+1a.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-492510990620806799.post-8866330010855067651</id><published>2009-12-21T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:36:31.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Avatar - Platinum Style [Edited]</title><content type='html'>Oh My!! &lt;a href="http://leehuangshi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt;, you're right. Avatar was OHH! SUMM!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/movies2009/avatarposter3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://www.canmag.com/images/front/movies2009/avatarposter3.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm just back from Pandora...oops...e@Curve for the movie.&amp;nbsp;This time, we do it the Platinum Style. *Winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jWZToh9I/AAAAAAAABzA/Dv8Ya-gZPJM/s1600-h/IMG_3783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jWZToh9I/AAAAAAAABzA/Dv8Ya-gZPJM/s320/IMG_3783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lounge was exceptionally empty when we entered. LOL! But oh well, more drinks and Ogawa for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jQ3proJI/AAAAAAAAByY/0heWaa71_x8/s1600-h/IMG_3765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jQ3proJI/AAAAAAAAByY/0heWaa71_x8/s320/IMG_3765.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ya, they give complementary drinks at the lounge. ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jTgiP15I/AAAAAAAAByo/9qM4D0jRHQs/s1600-h/IMG_3771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jTgiP15I/AAAAAAAAByo/9qM4D0jRHQs/s320/IMG_3771.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how they said it in Pandora; I feel you, Ogawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jUvEBeKI/AAAAAAAAByw/7XEw9HYY4Xc/s1600-h/IMG_3774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jUvEBeKI/AAAAAAAAByw/7XEw9HYY4Xc/s320/IMG_3774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel me, Ogawa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they provide WIFI too. You can chill out here for hours before the movie starts and still will not get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jR7SJMqI/AAAAAAAAByg/MB_5RstwQ0w/s1600-h/IMG_3769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jR7SJMqI/AAAAAAAAByg/MB_5RstwQ0w/s320/IMG_3769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like most bout watching any movies in Platinum Suite is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jVsO3eUI/AAAAAAAABy4/bJf8P5N9vSc/s1600-h/IMG_3782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jVsO3eUI/AAAAAAAABy4/bJf8P5N9vSc/s320/IMG_3782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I don't have to cramp into and out of the cinema. It just somehow make me feel like I'm walking into a sardine gateway.&amp;nbsp;Where you get bump by&amp;nbsp;sticky and impolite&amp;nbsp;guys.&amp;nbsp;Urgh! Especially highly rated movies like Avatar where everyone dread to watch it over and over again. The cinema just keep going full for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a peek of the room. The couch is so big that it can even fit two asses on it. Ooo...I'm so a couch-potato. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jXKqu6gI/AAAAAAAABzI/B98yrEi-1do/s1600-h/IMG_3789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jXKqu6gI/AAAAAAAABzI/B98yrEi-1do/s320/IMG_3789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it can incline. Comfy comfy! Not mentioning you can order anything you like or you need like food, drinks&amp;nbsp;and blanket. These are the items that are&amp;nbsp;mostly asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jYKG_6AI/AAAAAAAABzQ/un8pf6DhejU/s1600-h/IMG_3790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jYKG_6AI/AAAAAAAABzQ/un8pf6DhejU/s320/IMG_3790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to the movie. Did I tell you that it's AWESOME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the graphics a lot. The animations really fits in and I'm not talking bout animations like in 2012. Yea, 2012 is great but I prefer Avatar. Not mentioning, Avatar has a more interesting story to it compare to watching the world end in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jN5el8CI/AAAAAAAAByA/L19a4PjGxDY/s1600-h/avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jN5el8CI/AAAAAAAAByA/L19a4PjGxDY/s320/avatar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you still don't know what's the story is about, it's mainly about this marine dude replacing his dead brother in the mission to persuade the Na'vi people to move house. Because below their house (hometree as they called it) has abundant of those Ugo-something stones that sell for 20million dollars for 1kg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, Jake is entangled in this mission is because his brother's Na'vi body that's been grown using Na'vi and human cells is compatible with his genes. And only he can use it. In other words, they're just saving the hassle to make another surrogate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you step on trees that glow beneath your weight? Never leh. I really give credits to the production team of this movie. They're really creative and somehow just&amp;nbsp;know where to&amp;nbsp;put in&amp;nbsp;great ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, you know, the part where the mountains are floating. That is just COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the greatest part of it all is not the animations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jOvVffYI/AAAAAAAAByI/4K9pnZjje-w/s1600-h/avatar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jOvVffYI/AAAAAAAAByI/4K9pnZjje-w/s320/avatar1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the naked ladies. HAHAHA!! Just joking. They aren't exactly naked. Just that they don't have anything to show. Kekeke xP Just look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pK6IwWsI/AAAAAAAABzY/S97LYVYo9_E/s1600-h/6394216044b028b478463d9_75520690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pK6IwWsI/AAAAAAAABzY/S97LYVYo9_E/s320/6394216044b028b478463d9_75520690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey lady! Where your boobs went to? Safe-keeping in the chest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what's the saddest thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum Suite has no 3D effect. I'm utterly disappointed. The movie would have been even greater with the 3D effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see bullets&amp;nbsp;shooting at you.&lt;em&gt; Ikrans&lt;/em&gt; flying at you. (&lt;em&gt;Ikrans&lt;/em&gt; are those flying carnivorous&amp;nbsp;birdies in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pMfNjxmI/AAAAAAAABzg/FQVXNMaq0uE/s1600-h/avatar_movie_based_ubisoft_game_concept_art_1_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pMfNjxmI/AAAAAAAABzg/FQVXNMaq0uE/s400/avatar_movie_based_ubisoft_game_concept_art_1_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And handsome guys kissing at you. Hmm...maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RM 40 invested into watching this movie hasn't gone to waste. But of course I would have been happier and more satisfied if they had it 3D. I'm not complaining. The movie is still great even without the 3D effects. And if you like watching in style,&amp;nbsp;you should go&amp;nbsp;Cathay Cineplex Platinum Suite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not as expensive as GSC's Gold Class&amp;nbsp;where you have to pay at least a minimum of RM 60. And what extras do you get from them? A more luxurious toilet bowl? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pPFNIeiI/AAAAAAAABz4/NINC5-hXfTc/s1600-h/IMG_6902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pPFNIeiI/AAAAAAAABz4/NINC5-hXfTc/s320/IMG_6902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo credits: imjustfunsized.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The services are all the same except for the toilet. Platinum Suite rooms don't have their own washroom. But are you willing to pay extra RM 20 just for the washroom service? And some don't even go to the washroom. I just feel it's a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I feel that Platinum Class couch is more comfortable. I'm not so fond of leather couches like the ones in GSC Gold Class. It makes me&amp;nbsp;feels like I'm&amp;nbsp;sitting in a plastic chair. The only difference is there's cushion in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pOSBzPRI/AAAAAAAABzw/V2f19RWHyIY/s1600-h/IMG_6898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pOSBzPRI/AAAAAAAABzw/V2f19RWHyIY/s320/IMG_6898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo credits: imjustfunsized.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloth couches still feels&amp;nbsp;better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7ryeVv8oI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ICI0UE-axAU/s1600-h/IMG_3794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7ryeVv8oI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ICI0UE-axAU/s320/IMG_3794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being biased but the lounge in Platinum looks a lot better than Gold Class. I'm not comparing to every Gold Class lounge ya. Cause I don't know how other Gold Class lounge looks like. Just the MidValley GSC one that Elaine went. Somehow, the lounge in Platinum Class in e@Curve just looks and feels more comfortable than the one in GC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold Class Lounge in MidValley GSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pNUU0xsI/AAAAAAAABzo/IcDD-8lynF4/s1600-h/IMG_6890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7pNUU0xsI/AAAAAAAABzo/IcDD-8lynF4/s320/IMG_6890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo credits: imjustfunsized.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum Suite lounge in e@Curve Cathay Cineplex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7r04L9MyI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PGeQQR0y2IA/s1600-h/IMG_3768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7r04L9MyI/AAAAAAAAB0I/PGeQQR0y2IA/s320/IMG_3768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feel the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to get tickets for Platinum Class in Cathay Cineplex compared to Gold Class in GSC and TGV. Cause not many people come to Platinum Class. Many just prefer to go to the so-called more high class Gold Class. Solve the problems of having to queue for a long time&amp;nbsp;or buying the ticket in advance when you don't have the time to buy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like the hassle, just choose the normal cinema rooms. Haha! Solve all the problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;AVATAR&lt;/strong&gt; is&amp;nbsp;a great movie that should not be missed out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jP7iCZ_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/N8zhULgm6aY/s1600-h/IMG_3759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yp_dkz4epz0/Sy7jP7iCZ_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/N8zhULgm6aY/s320/IMG_3759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edited]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisited Cathay Cineplex in e@curve for 3D version of &lt;strong&gt;Avatar&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually, I felt that there's not much of 3D effects in it. Ya, some are pretty impressive but not that impressive that I'll go WOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But watching it the second time make me discover something real interesting. If you haven't watch or plan to watch the movie&amp;nbsp;again, take note on the last&amp;nbsp;video log made by Jake before the movie ends. Bottom left hand side of the video log is written; &lt;strong&gt;Date: 08/20/2153&lt;/strong&gt;. Guess the world's not gonna end on 2012 afterall. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to comment? 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