<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087</id><updated>2011-12-21T00:36:42.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mUi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-207272042502429131</id><published>2011-12-21T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:36:42.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy hate</title><content type='html'>You won't know who hates you. The one who has been smiling to you may not have the most genuine smile. The one who talks to you everyday may not like you at all. The one who stops people from disturbing you may be purely jealous that why ain't she been disturbed by the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know who genuinely loves me and who don't. I am still gonna love, I won't hate for the reason that there are fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know humans are selfish and I just got to live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-207272042502429131?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/207272042502429131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/207272042502429131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/207272042502429131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-hate.html' title='Happy hate'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-7794820430627170269</id><published>2011-11-06T18:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:15:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The two best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Though our friendship has weakened, but I still miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our birthdays were always planned by each other and celebrated with our group of girls. Things got kind of different as we grew older. We felt strange and awkward to each other, like we never knew each other. But it's hard for us to let go of the past we shared, every little things in our lives reminded us of each other. How can we say we don't need each other anymore, just because we found another new friends that keep us entertained, new relationship that ties up our time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That year, my birthday, we celebrated awkwardly. Nothing was really discussed between us. It just got planned that way she likes and silence was the only conversation we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That year, her birthday, I decided not to show up anymore. I bought her expensive gift and passed it to a friend to get it handed over to her. I don't know how she felt, I don't know if my absence made her sad, I don't know if she noticed my absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year, I decided to push away the awkward birthday celebration for myself. I used work, boyriend, family, animals in the house as my excuses to push away whatever celebration that she might get involved in. I don't know how she felt, I don't know if my reasons made her sad, I don't know if she noticed why my reasons were those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year, I would buy expensive gift for her. I thought that would be the only thing that she is going to like, expensive and branded. Because things that we both used to like, don't seem to be what she likes anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year after year, I never attend any of her birthdays, only a secret gift from me handed over by our common friend to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I stopped buying her gift. I just felt that it's pointless. It's not about the money, really, I can afford those gifts. Things did not improve over the years. She didn't bother to want me back in her life. I thought she does not need me anymore, all she needs is my expensive gift every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, will she start to miss me as I stop giving her gift? Or will she start noticing that I stop giving her gift? Or, she just misses my expensive gift every year, no matter I am invited or not, my attendance was mandatory or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear girl, I miss you. Have you ever spare a second to think of the sweet past we shared? Or have I ever flashed through your mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-7794820430627170269?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7794820430627170269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/11/two-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7794820430627170269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7794820430627170269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/11/two-best-friends.html' title='The two best friends'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-8135622055480721194</id><published>2011-10-29T13:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:12:16.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbour's house on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fire in my neighbour's house, almost caused a tragic to the only dog in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was about to walk tiantian in the late morning, and I smell smoke. The burnt smell is like claypot rice smell, very similar to what my dad always cook. So I thought my dad was cooking. I went to check the kitchen, there was no cooking sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two thoughts in my mind&lt;/b&gt;: Neighbour is cooking something OR my dad just finished cooking, so the smell is still in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without much worries, I leashed tiantian and walked her. The walk took about 15 minutes, when I was back, I saw white smoke coming out from the window along the corridor. I panicked and quickly called my dad out. My house already smell like burnt charcoal. My sis heard me yelling about the fire and called the police. Three of us stood outside our neighbour's house, trying to look for ways to get into the house. I reminded them that a dog is inside. We shouted for the dog's name, "kamu". He came out from the kitchen and peeped at us, then ran back to the kitchen again. He was terrified!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought calling locksmith might be helpful, but none of them can reach in a short time. So I called the police again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought zhuzhu down to walk and saw a police car, we quickly ran towards the police and told them where the unit is. As soon as zhuzhu took his relief, we went back to check on the situation. I told the police and the firemen that I am the caller. While they were taking down my particulars, I was thinking, "Anyone saved the dog yet?" I stopped answering them questions and went into my neighbour's house and saw poor little kamu shivering at the corner of the kitchen and nobody helps him out. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; He has been inhaling the smoke and can be choked to death!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I carried kamu and told him to be good, and he obediently cuddled my waist with his hind legs tightly. Ignoring the crowd, I brought him into my house. He was quiet, like still in a shock. I left him with my sis to look after him and went back to the police to continue the talk. Later when I came back to check on kamu, he was all jumping around happily like a crazy dog. Very naughty boy huh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2INYoRYf0YE/TquR6dFriyI/AAAAAAAAEsM/sbLEeKDdKEo/s1600/kamu2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668784989402794786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2INYoRYf0YE/TquR6dFriyI/AAAAAAAAEsM/sbLEeKDdKEo/s320/kamu2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-toUNVrVyGJk/TquR6ZrhLtI/AAAAAAAAEsE/bejhjvL-3DM/s1600/kamu1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668784988487757522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-toUNVrVyGJk/TquR6ZrhLtI/AAAAAAAAEsE/bejhjvL-3DM/s320/kamu1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SURVIVOR KAMU THE BLACK DOG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOF WOOF!&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-8135622055480721194?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8135622055480721194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/neighbours-house-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8135622055480721194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8135622055480721194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/neighbours-house-on-fire.html' title='Neighbour&apos;s house on fire'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2INYoRYf0YE/TquR6dFriyI/AAAAAAAAEsM/sbLEeKDdKEo/s72-c/kamu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-8668366812813088581</id><published>2011-10-28T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:54:17.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, my control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm fucking in control of it. No one can decide for me. Who cares if there are judges. When I think it's possible, it's gonna work. I trust myself very much! Avoid negative thoughts and people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-8668366812813088581?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8668366812813088581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-life-my-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8668366812813088581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8668366812813088581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-life-my-control.html' title='My life, my control'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-4024214243425912329</id><published>2011-10-24T17:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:25:17.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work as what</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not sure what I want. Not sure if I am going to continue as an Interior Designer. Nice title, bad job. I have phobia from the final year project. Worked for days and nights and went through all the work without resting; very very heavy pressure as though I was stepped on my head by the judgy ones; Eat at an irregular timing; No time for myself..... Just thinking of all these, my heart felt the weight, something is pushing it down. Immediately I feel like burying my head into the ground, like I am too ashamed, like my work was a disgrace, like a beggar asking for $1 from a rich person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I really dislike Interior Design so much that I want to give up on it? Work is a combination of passion and money. I need money, but I think passion needs to overtake money. The 3 months rotting at home was not a waste. I rested for the first full month, the sleep and rest that I sacrificed in school and work. Then I thought it's time to start anew life and send my resume out, but I could not bring myself to touch the computer, I HATE facing it and stopped for a month plus. Until I suddenly recalled that I promised myself I would work hard once I graduate from school, I want to make my living area a better one, I want to make my room nice and clean. I started using autocad to plot the plan of my house, then plan the layout. I felt good, nobody will tell me what I need to do, nobody judges how I plan my house. I can do what I want and I think my planning was smart and thoughtful. I think I like Interior Design? I really like it? I want to make it my career and work for it? But I can't walk through the dark side I had been. Judgement? That inexperience lecturer who kept telling me my work is good but ended up shutting her gap up when someone experienced pointed out all my mistakes? I am trying to overcome my fear. I had enough facing idiot and yet have to treat it as my teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I was about to send out my resume to other types of jobs. Then I failed to do so again. Because I don't know what other jobs I want to take. Vet assistant? Zookeeper? Pet shop assistant? Pet trainer? All these need paper to prove that I can take the job. Then what other jobs will I be interested in? Sales that help earning commission?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think and think and think, I think I have to stop thinking. Let actions speak. Try working before thinking. Ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-4024214243425912329?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4024214243425912329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/work-as-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4024214243425912329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4024214243425912329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/work-as-what.html' title='Work as what'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3491229725634838776</id><published>2011-10-18T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:16:50.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't just pop out when there is a problem, and solve it shallowly. There is no certain right or wrong in anyone. A runaway girl, a drunkard man, an exam failure, may not be fully wrong. Look what happen in their lives before you judge why they do that. They are also seeking for solution for themselves, they need to get away from their problems until they are capable to deal with them. So why judge? Why constraint?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people worry about money, because they are not born wealthy, they can easily lose everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people worry about relationships, because they are lonely. So what if they have a lot of money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people worry about statuses, some worry about future, some worry about entertainment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody is wrong to worry about different things. It is their environment that forced them to worry about what they don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't judge. They ain't killing or destroying other people. They did not hurt other people literally. Trust them, give them confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3491229725634838776?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3491229725634838776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-judge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3491229725634838776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3491229725634838776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-judge.html' title='Don&apos;t judge'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-5259479855797630237</id><published>2011-10-10T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:12:55.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk talk talk talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I like to talk, really like to talk. But I talk at the appropriate timing, amount and quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's time to gossip, I talk a lot. Only pussy keeps quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's time to joke, I talk a lot. Only emo freak keeps quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friend is crying, I talk a bit, share a small part of my story with her and then listen to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some girls just like to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;talk too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They &lt;span &gt;talk talk talk talk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span &gt;talk talk talk talk talk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span &gt;talk talk talk&lt;/span&gt; just scared that the next second is going to be the end of the world that they just &lt;span &gt;talk talk talk talk talk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met a PRC in her white spaghetti strips top and denim pants, she&lt;span &gt; talks talks talks for more than 20 minutes &lt;/span&gt;to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend keeps mum all the way. She laughs and talks and slams table all by herself, her boyfriend looks indifferent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just too much talking, I feel like I'm going to drown in a pool of saliva when I met wrong people talking at the wrong timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STFU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-5259479855797630237?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5259479855797630237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/talk-talk-talk-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5259479855797630237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5259479855797630237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/talk-talk-talk-talk.html' title='Talk talk talk talk'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-7402918462987194660</id><published>2011-10-04T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:32:03.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok, you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't give too much stress in yourself, you are making yourself unhappy. So what if the ones you care don't care if you care, this isn't the first time it happens. Haven't you understood it and move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much things to say but too little can be written. That is the purpose of a "diary". Only you to read it, only you to cry with. But I don't wish to keep a diary, because basically this deary place I am staying is not a dear. I swallow all my tears into my stomach and bury it into the mother nature with my dogs, reminding me that there are still people who care, stood by for me, there are still dogs who love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-7402918462987194660?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7402918462987194660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ok-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7402918462987194660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7402918462987194660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-ok-you-know.html' title='It&apos;s ok, you know?'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-6299965558920621120</id><published>2011-09-19T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:18:50.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>I want beautiful long brown hair that falls from the center parting and curls a little, a row of straight teeth that might help making my jawline less wide, glowing fair skin that shines, perfect lady-like postures, formal attire at work and wild after work, a romantic atmosphere room to sleep in every night with my corny yet sweet boyfriend, active lifestyle that keeps me going, a job that makes me feel proud of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-6299965558920621120?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6299965558920621120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6299965558920621120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6299965558920621120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-4430580164223794396</id><published>2011-09-15T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:36:35.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to design I want a success</title><content type='html'>I want to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; I want to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; I want to design I want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; I want to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;design!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to have a place &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; by me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; by me designed by me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; by me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; by me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; I want to be &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; I want to be successful I want to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;successful &lt;/span&gt;I want to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;successful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; choose &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; choose me choose &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; choose &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-4430580164223794396?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4430580164223794396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-design-i-want-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4430580164223794396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4430580164223794396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-design-i-want-success.html' title='I want to design I want a success'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-8865571341848002764</id><published>2011-09-14T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:20:19.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Calories</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm back to losing weight plan! Tonight shall begin with swimming. As for food intake, I am going to cook for myself! Although I can't really cook, but if it's not supposed to be tasty food, it's a diet plan food, it can just taste bland. I did a calorie calculation for myself and had a conclusion to lose weight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently 48.5kg and I am a miserably short girl. How can I weigh like a giant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My target weight is 40kg.&lt;br /&gt;But I heard that ideal weight for a person should be calculated this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take the last 2 digit of your height (in cm) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = ideal weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Eg of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I am 152cm. So my calculation will be:&lt;br /&gt;52 - 10 = 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal weight for my height is 42kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I want to weigh like a kite, wind blow and I fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My calorie calculator result shows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(Below result is based on my weight, height, age and gender)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You need &lt;strong&gt;1763.6 calories per day&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maintain your current weight without exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need 1687.1 calories per day to reach your goal weight slowly and maintain that weight without exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you reduce your current caloric intake to &lt;strong&gt;1263.6 calories per day&lt;/strong&gt; you will lose &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one pound per week without exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you increase your current caloric intake to 2263.6 calories per day, you will gain one pound per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exercise and Calorie Needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you exercise for 30 minutes each day, you may increase your caloric intake to 1951 calories per day and still maintain your current weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you exercise for 60 minutes each day, you may increase your caloric intake to 2185.3 calories per day to maintain your current weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macronutrients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States Department of Agriculture suggests that approximately 50 percent of your calories come from carbohydrates, about 30 percent from fats, and approximately 20 percent from protein sources. One gram of protein has about four calories, one gram of fat has about nine calories, and one gram of carbohydrate has about four calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need 220.5 grams of carbohydrates, 58.2 grams of fat, and 88.2 grams of protein per day for 1763.6 calories to maintain your weight of 107 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Healthy intake= 50% carbohydrates + 30% fats + 20% protein sources&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 gram of protein = 4 calories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 gram of fat = 9 calories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 gram of carbohydrate = 4 calories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lose weight!! GOGOGO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-8865571341848002764?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8865571341848002764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/lose-weight-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8865571341848002764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8865571341848002764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/lose-weight-plan.html' title='Count Your Calories'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-939911712100663261</id><published>2011-09-10T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:56:43.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I understand there is a huge difference of marriage thoughts between people now and people in the older days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the point is that, many steady couples want to get married because they love each other but they hold back for some reasons, money. Youngsters these days have to work hard themselves to get a better life for themselves and their future kids. Unlike the older days, people used to get married for being single for too long, for wanting to leave the family, for unexpected pregnancy etc. To what I know, older days are poorer than us, but they thought money can be put in the second place after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taught by this hasty city that we need almost everything to be done by money. So all of us are thinking of money first, then marriage. Ain't I one of those who think this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see couples working hard, thinking that money must be more than sufficient before getting married. In fact, they are not officially married, but they are acting like they are already married. If careless, unexpected baby happens to come, they just get married and forget about money. Then that makes an awful name in the marriage, "shot-gun marriage". They still get married for the baby, for they actually wanted to be married to each other long ago. Isn't the baby a gift to tie them up? Money is so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my future path planned till 60 year old and had spoken a bit of my plan to Haw. It seems like both of us think the same -- money. I dare not plan a marriage age for us because I don't want money to be the reason stopping us or tying us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan it before our business start? Then where comes the money?&lt;br /&gt;Plan it after the business? Then we marry because we had enough money? Our marriage is about money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the urge, the strong feeling that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I want you to marry me because I love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"It's time to get married, money ticked, business ticked, house ticked, car ticked, let's go. Put it on weekend because that's our only off days. We have our honeymoon at the end of the year or during chinese new year because it's a longer holiday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kills all the joy? Marriage becomes nothing but money? I don't know how many agreements or disagreements I am going to get for this thinking, but marriage should not be about just money. Do it when you love her/him, as long as you are earning good enough to raise the family. Don't wait for big money and all the ambitious thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-939911712100663261?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/939911712100663261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/939911712100663261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/939911712100663261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2666019381681502704</id><published>2011-09-09T19:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:52:21.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhu Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650318885753757410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_U90EvVzEs/Tmn3FwUInuI/AAAAAAAAErk/vFguoMfwYas/s400/zhu1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Favourite Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650322559933830354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_d2YfViDOI/Tmn6bns7VNI/AAAAAAAAEr8/RV37toYJNCU/s400/zhu4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650320126146705570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETNCSSkD9g4/Tmn4N9I2-KI/AAAAAAAAErs/WWBbOQpR-Gg/s400/zhu2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650320955379221474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nlZz9pZWjcQ/Tmn4-ORTA-I/AAAAAAAAEr0/u1xHY7KADL0/s400/zhu3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this place, I know zhuzhu loves it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But he hates staying out for too long, he prefers home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing special because we do the same thing everyday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sit on the grass, zhuzhu wanders about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I run around, zhuzhu runs after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my wolf boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2666019381681502704?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2666019381681502704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/zhu-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2666019381681502704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2666019381681502704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/zhu-walk.html' title='Zhu Walk'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_U90EvVzEs/Tmn3FwUInuI/AAAAAAAAErk/vFguoMfwYas/s72-c/zhu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-1846037383250512341</id><published>2011-09-08T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T17:53:35.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought through</title><content type='html'>I could not sleep last night. But I am happy for the reason that I could not sleep. I finally thought through my plan in my life and I am going to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a clue to my plan: Family is the most important and we all need to share the same belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-1846037383250512341?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1846037383250512341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/thought-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1846037383250512341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1846037383250512341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/thought-through.html' title='Thought through'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2587255115661815819</id><published>2011-09-07T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T18:17:42.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design or Animal</title><content type='html'>In the phase of searching for life's target and career, everyone has to go through this. It sucks when reality smacks in your face and yells at you that what you wish is all in vain. Am I a design person or am I more of an animal person? Am I going to take design as my career and if I were to marry this guy I am with now, my career is able to link to his career. Or am I going to give up on design, forget about what I learned for the past 3 years, go for the "animal" career I want so badly, but all has to start all fresh again. I'm so lost, I don't know where to step my feet on. Times like this, I wish I have no emotional burden. You want me to choose? I don't know how to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; The Lost Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2587255115661815819?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2587255115661815819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/design-or-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2587255115661815819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2587255115661815819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/design-or-animal.html' title='Design or Animal'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-6390897390958088014</id><published>2011-09-06T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:22:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life new goal</title><content type='html'>I wish I have strict parents who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;won't let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sleep till 12pm, eat "breakfast" at 3pm, rest at home and do nothing, procrastinate for everything I planned to do, live without an aim, mess up the house, live unhealthily, think I am weak, grow fat and eat junk food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A person who has no self-discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-6390897390958088014?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6390897390958088014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-life-new-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6390897390958088014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6390897390958088014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-life-new-goal.html' title='New life new goal'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-6119046814196059184</id><published>2011-08-30T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T15:49:54.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhuzhu visited Mount Pleasant Clinic</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcpeX2bTMt0/TlyTKp-Lz4I/AAAAAAAAErU/xtF7HM82dk8/s1600/303295_10150293939363929_555038928_7996228_1846344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646549844090408834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcpeX2bTMt0/TlyTKp-Lz4I/AAAAAAAAErU/xtF7HM82dk8/s400/303295_10150293939363929_555038928_7996228_1846344_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhu zhu went for full body checkup yesterday and everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkBJiMCobwI/TlyTLMH1KcI/AAAAAAAAErc/T6DsDxR-YzM/s1600/IMG_2689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646549853257673154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DkBJiMCobwI/TlyTLMH1KcI/AAAAAAAAErc/T6DsDxR-YzM/s400/IMG_2689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His report, all falls on "normal", too low or too high means he is unwell. This checkup is to check his white and red blood cells, liver, heart and kidney. All senior dogs are advised to checkup every once per 6 months as dogs age faster than human. Zhuzhu also did a diabetes checkup, no glucose found in his urine, but he has a bit of bacteria in his urine. Vet gave me a bottle of gel pill to cure the urine system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumbs up to Mount Pleasant. Although there may have negative remarks about them, my experience with them has never been negative. Vet is calm and steady despite her young age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first time to Mount Pleasant Clinic, the only thing I dislike is that they do not allow me to follow into the surgery room to watch them collecting blood from zhuzhu, which worries me a lot. Mount Pleasant Hospital is different, I am allowed to follow into the surgery room to watch what the vet is going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, small dogs bark at zhuzhu, zhuzhu got scared, small dogs run up to him and sniff sniff sniff like as though zhuzhu is a flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People telling me how beautiful and awesome zhuzhu is, and some got scared for his wolf look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With zhuzhu around, everything seems peaceful and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you baobeizhu. You are my sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-6119046814196059184?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6119046814196059184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/08/zhuzhu-visited-mount-pleasant-clinic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6119046814196059184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6119046814196059184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/08/zhuzhu-visited-mount-pleasant-clinic.html' title='Zhuzhu visited Mount Pleasant Clinic'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcpeX2bTMt0/TlyTKp-Lz4I/AAAAAAAAErU/xtF7HM82dk8/s72-c/303295_10150293939363929_555038928_7996228_1846344_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3174841895107194024</id><published>2011-08-12T15:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:40:01.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Highland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago, I went to Genting Highland with Mr Lee and his friends. It was my first time entering the casino! Nobody asks to check for my IC and I have no idea if I look mature or the guards are skiving. I went to casino 3 times, won the first two times and lost the third time. Obviously Mr Lee was trying to use my beginner's luck to help him with some winnings, unfortunately a bad ending behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Theme Park. I wonder where all my guts go to. I used to be the one who encourages people to take those exciting games with me. But this time, I am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was afraid that my head will be pulled off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639884168119591602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76a_sSfogZg/TkTkxP8eIrI/AAAAAAAAEqE/pIwsjUlqsTI/s400/ge7r1r853446-02.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was afraid that I will fly out of my seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639884169902895026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-8eQ-qNt-Y/TkTkxWlpL7I/AAAAAAAAEqM/hUXUunEeDZg/s400/3_19_DSC05308.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up 4 challenges, and only had the nerve to try them once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639884184119874978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrD_Y7aIzN8/TkTkyLjPFaI/AAAAAAAAEqk/syUYx50w-SA/s400/IMG_2407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639884176933212626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gk0AZxEEE1A/TkTkxwxzUdI/AAAAAAAAEqc/UpSR0J7UMTI/s400/IMG_2406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639884173681862050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBRowroFALs/TkTkxkqnpaI/AAAAAAAAEqU/xrxzx51AkMw/s400/IMG_2405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639885591779275954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZk9Y-KZUDE/TkTmEHfY9LI/AAAAAAAAErM/jAnQIp8iWrI/s400/IMG_2408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed very much the 3 days in Genting Highland. Though it was not my first trip there, but Mr Lee brought me around the place, did my manicure fantasy nail art, watched movie, played at theme park, explored casino, eat eat eat eat. I feel like I'm overdosed on love capsules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639884955872505394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kLaxBb9hLQ/TkTlfGjZrjI/AAAAAAAAEq0/wSd8P9yqNMs/s400/IMG_2367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Genting is not cold at all! Global warming sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3174841895107194024?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3174841895107194024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/08/genting-highland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3174841895107194024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3174841895107194024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/08/genting-highland.html' title='Genting Highland'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76a_sSfogZg/TkTkxP8eIrI/AAAAAAAAEqE/pIwsjUlqsTI/s72-c/ge7r1r853446-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-7725325392164729147</id><published>2011-07-29T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T18:22:39.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs topic</title><content type='html'>I created a new site for my mum to run her pet shop online! She is selling pets products like toys and food on her site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vist: &lt;a href="http://www.loyalcompanion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.loyalcompanion.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is launched yet at the moment. Do support! Items selling at its reasonable price and good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 videos to share:&lt;br /&gt;My daily walk with zhuzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150267968243929"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150267968243929" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="400" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150267965863929" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150267965863929" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="400"&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/988869429234185087-7725325392164729147?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7725325392164729147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/07/dogs-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7725325392164729147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7725325392164729147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/07/dogs-topic.html' title='Dogs topic'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-1709591184701957387</id><published>2011-06-26T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:24:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought Up That Way</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 years, I don't give a damn to whatever you want to do. You may have screwed your life up, but that is what you choose. It was not me or your parents who have brought these to you. If you are really mature enough, you should know that money is not everything, pass your exams is nothing great. What matters is the people whom you want to keep by your side until you are old, and the kind of respect you hope from the people you care. If you don't know how to respect yourself, don't expect respect from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can watch you for life, so grow up. If you want to blame your parents, why don't you blame yourself. Your future is held in your hand, nobody has the right to take control over it. How you want to live your life is not depend on your parents, but how you live your life affects your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know how your parents are thinking, for the age you might claim that it is "too young to understand", here is the song that speaks super loudly of how your parents think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brought Up That Way - Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily comes home from school,&lt;br /&gt;grabs onto her daddy's hand,&lt;br /&gt;he says "baby girl what's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;she says "please don't make me go back there again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "I wish there was some way to make them stop it"&lt;br /&gt;so he drives down to that principle's ofice and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't bring her up&lt;br /&gt;so they could cut her down&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring her here&lt;br /&gt;so they could shut her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I live my whole damn life&lt;br /&gt;to see that little girl's smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so why are tears pouring down&lt;br /&gt;that sweet face?&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't brought up that way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's home late again&lt;br /&gt;he sees that boy drive away&lt;br /&gt;oh, but something different this time,&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have too much to say&lt;br /&gt;she said "he tried but there's just some things I won't do"&lt;br /&gt;and through the tears&lt;br /&gt;she said "I couldn't do that to you"&lt;br /&gt;and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't bring you up&lt;br /&gt;so he could wear you down&lt;br /&gt;take that innocent heart&lt;br /&gt;and turn it inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I live my whole damn life to see my little girl's smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so don't let nobody take that away,&lt;br /&gt;you weren't brought up that way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings on a rainy night&lt;br /&gt;says "it's Officer Tate"&lt;br /&gt;he said "sir, there's been an accident,&lt;br /&gt;you better come down here right away,&lt;br /&gt;a drunken driver missed an overpass,&lt;br /&gt;and Emily, she's fading fast"&lt;br /&gt;he says "God,I didn't bring her up&lt;br /&gt;to watch them lay her down&lt;br /&gt;nearly killed me the day&lt;br /&gt;they put her&lt;br /&gt;momma in the ground&lt;br /&gt;only thing that kept me alive,&lt;br /&gt;was that little girl's smile&lt;br /&gt;so please don't take that away,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be easy taking her today,&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't brought up that way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands over the hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;Emily opens her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that speak loudly of the story of a parent?&lt;br /&gt;You go and think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-1709591184701957387?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1709591184701957387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/06/brought-up-that-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1709591184701957387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1709591184701957387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/06/brought-up-that-way.html' title='Brought Up That Way'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-1329232289574350829</id><published>2011-05-31T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:20:09.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is your support, not your reproachment.</title><content type='html'>When we are struggling with a decision, we need appropriate comments from the right persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a handful of people about my future, about leaving the company, about joining other company. But who am I kidding. I talked to almost everyone about it. Isn't this all depend on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need people who can think in my shoe, not asking me to leave just because I am not happy, stay because of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my previous senior whom I know during internship. She is one of the people who understands me well. I respect her a lot because she taught me a lot of things, regardless of work or life. She is like my mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She encourages me to work. She asks me to think what I want to gain from this company. If I keep thinking negatively about this company, I will not be happy work there, and will just find that place a piece of horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, working is not about happy or not. I need to be clear what I want to gain from this company. If there is nothing I wish to learn, of course I can leave by all means. But I know I still want to see what more can I get out of the boss, I want to know what other powers he has that he has not shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to continue working, I thought Haw will support my decision. But it turns out different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has not been fair to him to look after my dogs and etc. But I thought he would support me no matter what decision I make. Truly, I am very disappointed with how he responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't support what I want to do, what is the point to get together? I think at my stage now, no longer working as a part time, as a student, I am now a full time designer, a professional in design, he cannot accept the change yet. And further down, I don't know what will happen. I hope our love holds tight and stands strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-1329232289574350829?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1329232289574350829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-i-need-is-your-support-not-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1329232289574350829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1329232289574350829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-i-need-is-your-support-not-your.html' title='All I need is your support, not your reproachment.'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2760005660564183208</id><published>2011-05-29T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:20:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to resign...</title><content type='html'>Where is my courage..........&lt;br /&gt;WHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I decided to resign." has become the world toughest sentence to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2760005660564183208?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2760005660564183208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-resign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2760005660564183208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2760005660564183208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-resign.html' title='How to resign...'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2088928807485636180</id><published>2011-05-17T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T15:03:48.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy at work, still</title><content type='html'>Not just Haw, everyone keeps telling me to work happy, not work for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I won't be happy at work if my colleagues resign, and yes, all of them are resigning. Ask me what am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that boss taught me things. But hey, I am not happy. Everytime boss comes back with his filthy mouth and that sulking face, scolding all the vulgarity when teaching me, what the fuck is this? Sometimes when he loses his control, he called me mui chee (mui chee bai). What the fuck is this? Can I sometimes lose control can call you jiao lang (penis guy)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is the personality of the boss that pisses me off. I just don't like it, I call it &lt;strong&gt;low-class&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, he is very busy, many stress fall on him. But that does not mean he has the right to spread his anger and stress to his staffs. How do you expect me to enjoy working in such company that whenever boss is back, my mood turns rotten. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine after this month, I am left with nobody to talk to. New colleagues from different countries who cannot understand the shit I am talking about. I don't know how far I can go. But I told myself to stay for the work, not for the people. I also stay for the money. I don't wanna be a jobless bitch at the age of 22. Isn't that a joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Haw and I were talking about it again. He said he left his job because he is unhappy. He rather &lt;em&gt;works for a lower pay for a happier mood&lt;/em&gt;. He said since I am not happy with boss' attitude, why stay and go to work relunctantly everyday? What's worse is, I don't feel appreciated even though I work till late night everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only if boss understands one thing, I am not a machine. I have feelings, I have emotions. I don't come here to produce work like a robot, I get hungry and tired too, I need food and rest.&lt;/span&gt; It is your problem that you want to starve yourself and get all kinds of stupid illess in your body, but hey, I take health very seriously. I don't work until I get exhausted then go home to sleep with that big shit of stress in my head that causes insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why people wants to knock off on time, 7pm is 7pm? In between 7pm to 10pm, I can relax my mind, do other things that cheer me up, that draw me away from work. Then I can sleep with a happy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that the company is weak now, and I am willing to fight the war for you IF you, as the general, knows how to play with your chess. For your information, chess like us are made of blood, we are not really the chess on the board. Fight this war only if I have a good general that leads well, that appreciate his team, that encourage his team to fight this war. A bad general only knows how to give pressure to his team, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREATEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; them to fight the war otherwise they face death sentence. I am sorry but this is how I feel. You ain't a good general. Just by the way you speak to your team, you are simply showing the authority you have as a boss, make us fear that you might scold us or whatsoever fucking nonsense you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for new colleagues to come in, then see if I will be happy working with such team. Seriously, times like this, I wish I work in a retail store as a sale assistant. I had good leaders, motivating and appreciate all the hardworking staffs. I help them willingly, because I am happy working with such leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that, I am always late, I am not a punctual fellow. But I can assure something, I am a good staff. I back my leaders up because I respect my leaders and they respect me. I feel like part of the family working with the retail team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening in this design company that I am working now? I step into the office, I feel the unhappiness from the staffs, only my friends greet me "hey you are here!" when I step in. But the rest seems so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe, MAYBE, I don't suit to be a designer. If being a designer = being a bastard that ignores her family, I would rather not be a designer. But well, this is only the first company I tried. If, at anytime I think it is time to leave, I won't give up on design yet. I want to try other company, I am sure there are good teams out there. Good leader, good teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;将军，这步棋，你会不会走？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2088928807485636180?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2088928807485636180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/unhappy-at-work-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2088928807485636180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2088928807485636180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/unhappy-at-work-still.html' title='Unhappy at work, still'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2954609377682074932</id><published>2011-05-15T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T03:19:45.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy with work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25ycEJIBbuk/Tc7VMZSwemI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/NQhUYzE8wDA/s1600/family.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606652995047553634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25ycEJIBbuk/Tc7VMZSwemI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/NQhUYzE8wDA/s400/family.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FooGEIDhb7Q/Tc7VMIGlhkI/AAAAAAAAEpI/uMgXIqUJ5Ww/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606652990433101378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FooGEIDhb7Q/Tc7VMIGlhkI/AAAAAAAAEpI/uMgXIqUJ5Ww/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand what your kiss means, da zhu.&lt;/div&gt;Sorry that I neglected you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has taken a lot of my time. It is supposed to be a 5.5 days work, but I feel like I am working for 6 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;days. What 10am to 7pm, 10am to 2pm are all bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the fact that I am a newbie, I am inexperience and I do not understand much on residential projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, it has been 1 month plus. I start to complain. Why am I working from morning till midnight everyday? Why da faq must I sacrifice my skin, my body figure and my health on work that never ends? I do not believe that all design company works this way. The most they work 1 or 2 hour overtime. But what is happening, midnight everyday. Earliest to go off is 11.30pm. FUCK THAT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose family over work. &lt;strong&gt;I felt like a damn bitch to dump all my responsibilities to my boyfriend. &lt;/strong&gt;Why? Because I have him so I can "misuse" him and take him for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, it is two families that count. Let's not take familites into this story, just the two of us, my boyfriend and I. How would you feel if your girlfriend works all day and all night, and you have to help her to do all the house chore, dog duty, every night after your work? I know my boyfriend feels tired. He is not whining but hey, let's be more like a human, is this the way to treat someone who I love and who loves me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn fuck, I might as well be alone. One day when I die, nobody knows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be happy if my boyfriend works every day and night and he is only paid for the daytime but not the night. I won't be happy if my boyfriend works and neglects his other responsibilities. And what's worse is, neglect me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like to quit a job easily because to me, a job is like a relationship. I must take care of it and understand it. I can't just shift everything off for a tired reason. I am still raw to this company, not really understand what the faq is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, &lt;strong&gt;balance is the point&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe there is a way to make a balance as long as I have discipline. The problem now is I do not have discipline in my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to work on time but I always woke up late. Be it the reason that I am used to such sleeping hour, or the reason that I am overworked, therefore I could not wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for exercise every morning before I go to work. It is possible, I have calculated the time and all. But I just can't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go off latest by 8.30pm. (Bear in mind that I am only paid till 7pm!!!)&lt;br /&gt;So that I can reach home at 9.45pm then get washed up, sayang my dogs and spend time with people at home, then sleep at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just seem impossible if the working system remains! I have A LOT OF SHIT AND THINKING in my mind that I wish I can share but yoz, who knows who da faq is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well but I have made a decision in my mind, if my working style is still not good enough to the company, let's just end this shit. I feel very irresponsible as a dog owner, as somebody's daughter, as somebody's 7 years girlfriend. I do not want to be a responsible designer and forget what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap this, I am having insomnia for this crap shit in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WORK WORK WORK, MY LIFE MY LIFE MY LIFE, POOR BF POOR BF POOR BF, POOR DOGS POOR DAD POOR MUM POOR FRIENDS POOR BODY POOR ME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F F F F F F F F F F F F F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F for ____.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2954609377682074932?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2954609377682074932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/unhappy-with-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2954609377682074932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2954609377682074932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/05/unhappy-with-work.html' title='Unhappy with work'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25ycEJIBbuk/Tc7VMZSwemI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/NQhUYzE8wDA/s72-c/family.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-1336267400596492749</id><published>2011-04-30T13:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:04:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work or family?</title><content type='html'>I do not know how to make a balance between family and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my work requires me to finish up before I leave, it does not count by hours anymore. It is counted by the percentage of work accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have boyfriend, dogs and naggy father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naggy father asked boyfriend where I am, because he has not been seeing me, other than in the bed every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend told naggy father that my job always ties me back from going home on time.&lt;br /&gt;Naggy father and boyfriend both agreed that this is ridiculously unacceptable job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs hugging and brushing their fur to my clothes everytime I reach home in the midnight from work. Early morning, wagging their tails and watching my every movements closely. They miss me so much and I miss them too. Their walks and food are no longer done by me. Boyfriend took care of everything for me. And I feel like a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this job needs me to forget about who I have in my life, should I leave?&lt;br /&gt;If I should always consider for my love ones, should I just not work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be selfish to "make use" of my boyfriend to do everything for me. I heard him raising his voice to me last night on the phone that I promised him I am coming back, yet I was not, and he waited for so long that he did not want to wait anymore, he decided to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I a bastard?&lt;br /&gt;For a damn job I am doing these craps to my boyfriend, my dogs, my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to talk to the boss about it. I understood that there is no designers now, therefore I need to handle a lot of work. But still, I wish to take family in my first place, then job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am really really sorry, hubby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-1336267400596492749?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1336267400596492749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-or-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1336267400596492749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1336267400596492749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-or-family.html' title='Work or family?'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2410735988908024112</id><published>2011-04-24T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:57:23.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th birthday to zhuzhu my lovely boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMqos1TiXnE/TbPyoadqPPI/AAAAAAAAEpA/HfnR21MMUQ8/s1600/224670_10150177361293929_555038928_6915626_8260141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599085537864072434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMqos1TiXnE/TbPyoadqPPI/AAAAAAAAEpA/HfnR21MMUQ8/s400/224670_10150177361293929_555038928_6915626_8260141_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI BEI HANDSOME AND LOYAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th birthday to my zhuzhu. He had his first shaving today. His skin irritation worsen despite the medication given by the vet. Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still eating well and running about, a very healthy and active dog. Just his skin.... ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried applying tea tree lotion on him. I listened to the vet to feed him the medicine and use the anti-fungal shampoo for his wash. I cut down on dog canned food and give him more dried food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who on earth can save my baobei zhu? He has been rolling on the floor to rub the itch. Poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay is coming and I am going to send him to Mount Pleasant. I still don't trust neighbourhood vet. Errrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2410735988908024112?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2410735988908024112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-7th-birthday-to-zhuzhu-my-lovely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2410735988908024112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2410735988908024112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-7th-birthday-to-zhuzhu-my-lovely.html' title='Happy 7th birthday to zhuzhu my lovely boy'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMqos1TiXnE/TbPyoadqPPI/AAAAAAAAEpA/HfnR21MMUQ8/s72-c/224670_10150177361293929_555038928_6915626_8260141_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3542985429897266151</id><published>2011-03-26T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:16:04.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of school, start of work</title><content type='html'>School has ended and now I have to pray for my result to pass and stay away from studying for a period of time. I am really getting sick of school. Why is everyone studying so miserably just for a paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started worrying of 9am-6pm job. 9am? If it takes 1 hour to travel to the work place, I have to leave home at 8am? And I need an hour to prepare to work, to shower to make up. So 7am? And I also have to take my breakfast before I go? 6am? You got to be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is inhuman to make people go work in the morning. The earliest I can get up is 8am. I was used to it during internship. Should I just work for the coffee shop downstairs hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I really really have to start planning what I want to do. I wish to try design again, one last chance to myself. If even the company thinks that I am not up to it, I will never touch on interior design anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, my dream? My Pet's shop? With all the entertainments I got in mind for the pets. Thinking about it makes me happy. I need to do market research, and also learn about business management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just so much to do. But I think I am not ready to touch on interior design yet. I have very negative feeling now whenever I have to do a design project. I feel like I will screw the thing up. So I do not know what I should start on. If I really work for some pets organisation, I am afraid that I will not want to go back to design anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I want, what I want. I need to think!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3542985429897266151?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3542985429897266151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/end-of-school-start-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3542985429897266151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3542985429897266151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/end-of-school-start-of-work.html' title='End of school, start of work'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2628733312284086090</id><published>2011-03-19T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T02:04:49.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I HATE KIDS! I REALLY HATE KIDS!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was past tense, I can easily fall in love with almost every kids now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Haw's nephews. They are extremely adorable. Yes, I admit I used to "try to accept" them because I really dislike kids last time. All they know is scream, shout and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. They are very innocent. They do not think like how adults thought. Simple-minded and cheeky, kids these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haw has 3 nephew, 2 from second younger sister, 1 from the youngest sister. Age range of 1, 4 and 7. Omg I can remember!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpCw4p6tGJo/TYOUeCfmtII/AAAAAAAAEoQ/LdnBOnkLvsk/s1600/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471206655964290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpCw4p6tGJo/TYOUeCfmtII/AAAAAAAAEoQ/LdnBOnkLvsk/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 1 year old. He is super fit. It was my first time meeting him during this Chinese New Year. He likes to play hiding with me, smiles and laughs with whatever actions I do to coax him, bites me, kisses me and hugs me. He really loves to smile, very very lovable. Until the last day in Penang, he still looks for me up and down in the house. He asked Haw, "jiejie?" They have to lie to him that I was away or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too, Ding Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471194195994674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyGDtqFkOaM/TYOUdUE6qDI/AAAAAAAAEn4/R9mzA2NuZfY/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first grandson of Haw's mum! He was also a sweet boy. But the older he grows, the more violent he gets. I was so silly to "anti" him last time because he played violent on me. He caned me with the hanger! But well, every child is different. As long as you know his weak point, you can manage him very easily. He is just a kid, he will not know how to hide his weak point from you!&lt;br /&gt;Misses, Zhi Chao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471192323959394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtY2YUX7nsc/TYOUdNGlqmI/AAAAAAAAEnw/SBOHe4N-v-4/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very sweet boy is Zhi Chao's younger brother, Zhi Xian. He loves to comb my hair. He always tell me I am pretty. He always hold my hand and follow everywhere I go. How sweet. He does have his stubborn side, he hates his brother snatching my attention away from him. And I think he is very very handsome. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Xian, comb jiejie's hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met an extremely cute little girl. I was on bus 168 and there were only 2 persons on the second deck of the bus. A mother and 2 lovely girls came up to the second deck and the girls started saying, "Why is there no people? It's so weird!" I looked at the girls and they quickly came to me and snatch the seat beside me. The elder one gave up the seat for the younger one in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shy, the meimei kept looking at my face and smiling brightly. &lt;strong&gt;Then she started looking at my phone, and she touched my phone, and she snatched my phone. =.=&lt;/strong&gt; Of course I know I have to protect my phone, so I grabbed it tightly but allowing her to touch the screen and select games to play. I told her to stop playing when the battery left with 10%, and she promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the phone games, I took out my newspaper so that she cannot disturb me anymore. &lt;strong&gt;This cute little girl, volunteered to flip my newspaper. =.=&lt;/strong&gt; She flipped slowly because I told her I need to read. &lt;strong&gt;But she got very excited after flipping a few pages, faster and faster she flipped. =.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to close the newspaper and talk to her. So she asked why is my hair "white", I told her it is golden. Then she asked me why is my hair in gold, I pointed at the pink hair cartoon on the newspaper and asked her why can the girl's hair be pink but I cannot be in gold? We also talked about numbers, she counted 1 to 20 for me, in english. I noticed she cannot pronounce english words very well, maybe it is because her mother is a china woman. I taught her the correct pronounciation of some numbers and she was so happy. She loves to learn. She listened to me everytime I speak. How sweet and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a bit angry with me when I wanted to get off the bus because I did not spare her my iphone to play "Tom Cat". She did not want to let me get down the bus and her mother scolded her. Haha, she is really too cute. I think she wanted to kiss me hahahahaha but I avoided that kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHY IS THE ONLY REASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brightened up the quiet journey on the bus. Sweet voice, sweet short hair with bangs, red dress with black, red, orange, hot pink and baby pink sandals. I only know she is 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say I hate kids. And I love animals. And also used to think it is hard to find someone who loves kids and animals at the same time. Usually if a person likes kid, she probably will not like pets, and vice versa. But now I am changing, I like animals as usual, but I am also accepting kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are weird. We keep changing our thinking as we grow older. I even changed my preferences in many things. But well, I like the change in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos of dogs taken in Penang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTlglrvLQNE/TYOUdvux-DI/AAAAAAAAEoA/vXnwEg2D3-4/s1600/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471201619343410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTlglrvLQNE/TYOUdvux-DI/AAAAAAAAEoA/vXnwEg2D3-4/s400/IMG_1589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haw's relative's dog. I showered him and trimmed his tangled fur before I flew back to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMckewRwujw/TYOUd4aIbaI/AAAAAAAAEoI/4-oFxv582RA/s1600/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471203948653986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMckewRwujw/TYOUd4aIbaI/AAAAAAAAEoI/4-oFxv582RA/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also relative's dog. Very sweet dog, smooth fur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haw's family dog is the most adorable one! Beng Beng!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dfiXpy3cnQ/TYOUxU6xiKI/AAAAAAAAEo4/hP81UluxK6I/s1600/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471538019272866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9dfiXpy3cnQ/TYOUxU6xiKI/AAAAAAAAEo4/hP81UluxK6I/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvFiFIKI_qw/TYOUxPNeKPI/AAAAAAAAEow/nzDJfSQTfkY/s1600/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471536487082226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvFiFIKI_qw/TYOUxPNeKPI/AAAAAAAAEow/nzDJfSQTfkY/s400/IMG_1637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sausage dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5aSPlgb6zQ/TYOUwxCa8kI/AAAAAAAAEoo/RdyDV8MdtI4/s1600/IMG_1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471528387670594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5aSPlgb6zQ/TYOUwxCa8kI/AAAAAAAAEoo/RdyDV8MdtI4/s400/IMG_1624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like mui mui because she showers for me and feeds me with her favourite biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471516929943570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OljgufwnGGk/TYOUwGWr6BI/AAAAAAAAEoY/PiN3zXTxPaI/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta da~ This is MY FAVOURITE BISCUITS in penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585471527340472018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gpz4i0TgMA/TYOUwtIv9tI/AAAAAAAAEog/iB5x0LUAA0Y/s400/IMG_1648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, like my bow neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2628733312284086090?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2628733312284086090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2628733312284086090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2628733312284086090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-kids.html' title='I love kids'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpCw4p6tGJo/TYOUeCfmtII/AAAAAAAAEoQ/LdnBOnkLvsk/s72-c/IMG_1662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-861907487641877606</id><published>2011-03-13T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T00:59:58.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I grown up?</title><content type='html'>Have I grown up? I find myself hard to cope with my changes since 13 years old. During secondary school, it's tough. People were weird, people were telling me about gangsters, coloured hair and coloured socks, and arcade. I could not find a balance point throughout my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally secondary school horrible life is over, a new life started. I worked for a year. Working seems a lot better than school. Talking with the working adults is just very different from talking to silly teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked hard so that I could get into Design school, or something that interest me, not IT or engineering courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly started, I carried the same attitude into the school. I was still as hot-tempered. I over-protected my friends, I showed my emotions on my face, anything that displeased me will just make me feel exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 1 was like this. Year 2, worse, I had to face the very bad and big change of my life because of family issue. Now I am year 3, have I changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't get agitated easily like last time. I don't go to the person that displease me when I am angry. When my friend told me how badly she was treated by someone I know, I don't have the fire in me to make me blow up and want to confront the fellow who bullied my friend. Somehow I told myself it is because I am too old to get angry like last time. I care for everything last time, everything around me, if I get very very very very million times annoyed I will just blow up. But now I totally &lt;em&gt;bo chap&lt;/em&gt;, is like, a minor thing is a minor thing, as long as it does not kill anyone, I won't feel the boil. My boiling point is not as low as last time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing. Because I don't make everything my concern anymore, I feel more easy as a human, easier to breathe and laugh more naturally. Tense up, still happens when stress comes. I still worry a lot, but I worry for things that are more important. Is it because life in school sucks, so the change in me? Or is it because &lt;strong&gt;I am too old to be angry&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say I won't get annoyed by morons. Ya right, I was still very annoyed but I tried to hod back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now is really really really not annoyed by morons anymore. Well, that's why they are called &lt;em&gt;morons&lt;/em&gt; right? I have better things to do, more productive things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I grown up? My 22 year old thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-861907487641877606?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/861907487641877606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-i-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/861907487641877606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/861907487641877606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-i-grown-up.html' title='Have I grown up?'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3159270402959861428</id><published>2011-03-05T14:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T02:01:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the lousiest of the lousiest.</title><content type='html'>After 4 months of hard work, I also wish I belong to the 2 rooms that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; will listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 months of hard work, I felt inferior, lousy, stupid, useless, incapable, whatever negative words that describe lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now I don't know what went wrong. I did my work, from the start, till the end. I have never given up. I do and do and do until I have very bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoulder ache&lt;/span&gt; now, until I don't bother to keep a healthy lifestyle. I know these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; is nothing, is small. But I just want to clarify I do respect this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt;, I take it very very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very accused. Why do people think I have not been taking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; seriously? Why do I feel that I have same amount of work as others, same design problems as pointed out by examiners, but I am the one who is considered fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why always when I put in 101% effort in my work, I always end up getting a D, or even fail? Why do I always score better when I take my work easy, in another words, not really putting in effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something about psychology terms that if you give yourself too much pressure, then your work outcome will turn out negative, turn out bad. But I don't feel this way, I think I did not screw up my work? Or is it because my mentally is sick now, so I feel that my work is alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people judge my work as what the examiners judge, after I told those people what the examiners commented about my work. Aren't you a parrot repeating what I just told you? I felt very thankful when some of them agreed with me that my work is alright, they also don't know why I am a fail. Yes, I need agreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;, I know it's honourable if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; are going to look at your work and listen to you. Now my work is in the room that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; won't bother, what was I expecting? If time can go back, I would be doing the same thing all over again. I think I did put in effort. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Biase&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;? Or am I really that lousy, suck, not up-to-standard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel very very very very inferior now. Every now and then I just feel that my neck is very tight, I cannot breathe. I don't know if I am mentally ill now but I just feel lousy. I don't wish to see any of my classmates, smiling away, popping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;campaign&lt;/span&gt;, go for movie and stuff. Why can't I feel the joy with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am being ditched by someone I love when I did so much for an outcome. Not appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lousy. I am stupid. I am not up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is not that fragile, I would have jumped down after the presentation. I wish I am dead. Because I don't wanna think if I am going to get good grades or not, I even have to worry if I am graduating or not. I wish my mind can stop thinking, my heart can stop beating, my breathing can just stop. I totally don't wanna care any any anything anymore. I wish I can be alive again once I am ready. But no, once &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; dead, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; dead. No turning back. Why must life be so fragile? Let me die now, I need to clear my mind. I need to stop breathing, stop feeling. Remove my heart and brain so that I am a walking corpse that has no feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself so much now. I really really detest myself. I am jealous, angry, feeling the world owes me. I know this is WRONG, very very wrong and negative thinking. I thought I can just brush it all off after a long sleep. But even in my dream, I dreamt of death, I dreamt of separation, I dreamt of everyone laughing at me, I dreamt of loneliness. Like in my world, only Haw and my dogs are with me. Only they accept me for who I am. Nobody does. Nobody likes me. I am a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took very long to consider if I should blog about my feelings because I don't know if my school is going to read it and I don't want people to start laughing at how inferior I thought I am now. But I need an escape, I need to pour all my sorrows to somewhere. I talked to my classmates, because they are the ones passing, so I felt helpless in talking to them about how I felt. I talked to my outside friends, they helped me to forget about the pain I am having now but the next morning, I still felt the same pain. I don't want to speak to my family, I just hate my ego. Why must I always hide my feelings all for that stupid ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very childish now, crying for a subject. It is just a subject, yes the most important subject in poly but it is just a subject. Why do I keep feeling THE WORLD HAS COME TO AN END? I feel like I cannot do anything well. I put so much effort in my work and the result is a fail. What other things can I do now? Put in effort = fail. Don't put in effort = MORE FAIL. What else can I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only train some commands to my dogs (they already know the commands) to feel that I can do something. I can only fold clothes. Vacuum the floor, mop the floor, shower for my dogs, walk my dogs. You see? I can't do big things? I am useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really HATE the feeling I have now. It is my first time feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; useless. I don't even feel that much when I dropped from express to academic during secondary school days. But now, I am competing with people who are younger than me. I lose out, I LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should go to Miss Marie Chan (psychologist, also a psychology lecturer) and tell her how I feel now. She always makes me feel good after talking to her. No insults, only agreements with her that I am good. I have not seen her for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean my mind, erase &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minus &lt;/span&gt;eliminate delete those negative &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; if not I will hate everyone. I even feel that my boyfriend is laughing at me when he tries to tease me. When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zhuzhu&lt;/span&gt; looks at me I feel like he is saying, "Hey mummy, how long more are you going to do that? Sore loser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel very very very lousy la extremely lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the lousiest of the lousiest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3159270402959861428?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3159270402959861428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-lousiest-of-lousiest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3159270402959861428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3159270402959861428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-lousiest-of-lousiest.html' title='I am the lousiest of the lousiest.'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-4726546463442445993</id><published>2011-02-11T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:58:00.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my hubby</title><content type='html'>I was wondering why is my body acting so strangely since the day I reach Singapore. I took plane alone, without Mr Lee. I had difficulty falling asleep the night before, my body is resting, my mind is running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not finish my breakfast. I immediately packed up and Mr Lee took me to Penang Airport to catch my flight. We were early. I was panicking about taking plane alone the first time, I laughed and talked rubbish to calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed, and then I went into the departure hall alone. Mr Lee watched me until I got my passport stamped. The feeling is weird, up an down. My heart felt heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I went to the right gate and took the right flight. Seated down, and started to have stomachache during the fly. I urgently need toilet, but I do not know where the restroom is, and I am sitting closest to the window (Haw chose for me so that I can look at the scenery), I did not want to disturb the passengers beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I stood up and woke the passengers up to let me go to the washroom, and the passengers were nice, the lady lifted her feet up and the man get out of his seat so that I have bigger space to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the flight I felt quiet, alone, loud heart beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had very bad appetite that day (This Tuesday), I did not eat any proper meal other than the breakfast Haw bought for me. I ate a few crackers that his sister made and thought is enough for the day. Then mum came, and brought me to coffee shop to eat. I did not expect myself to have appetite the moment my mum came. So I concluded, I am feeling lonely, hence no appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, as usual, I can go whole day without food. But I felt useless, why am I looking so weak, not eating? So I bought junk food, and hoping it will help me to eat. It is only an ice-cream, I almost threw up. I have been feeling nauseous since Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my appetite recovered a little. I had lunch and dinner (proper meal). And I start to do my work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird whenever Mr Lee is not by my side. Ever since the bad incident happened in my family, the one who is always with me is Mr Lee. He's my everything, he's many roles of people around me. If it is me who is away from home, I won't be feeling this way. But this time, it is Mr Lee who is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need him badly. I need this guy to speak nonsense to me and listen to my crap and cuddle me like I am his little girl, feed me like I am his pet dog, bring me for a stroll like first time dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;常说你是我的爸爸，我的哥哥，我的好朋友，我的男朋友。 因为你就像个爸爸疼我，就像个哥哥保护我，就像个好朋友跟我聊废话，就像个男朋友作弄我。 - - - - mUi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mr Lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-4726546463442445993?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4726546463442445993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-my-hubby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4726546463442445993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4726546463442445993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-my-hubby.html' title='I miss my hubby'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-5175175594877098616</id><published>2011-02-02T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:21:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White cockroach</title><content type='html'>Roaches are the most disgusting pest in the world, agree? It does not help in anything, only capable of spreading germs and bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's really an eye opening day to me. I woke up to see a dog flea on my blue towel, I killed it without much fear. Killing dog flea is really peanut butter to me, it's NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my towel and clothes and went to the bathroom. Happily taking my own sweet time in the shower room, wash my hair, scrub my body. And suddenly, the peeled off painted wall has something white moving, something quite big in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE WHITE COCKROACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TUkStDCsIII/AAAAAAAAEnk/hEfluvgxPGg/s1600/200711280924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569002979340329090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TUkStDCsIII/AAAAAAAAEnk/hEfluvgxPGg/s400/200711280924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's totally white, even the antenna is white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; OMFG MY HAIR IS STANDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its antenna kept moving, I guess it's the water coming from my side, I was so scared it will start to fly around and land on my naked body!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly dried myself and wore everything and ran out of the shower room with my wet hair still dripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly told haw to come over to get rid of the white roach, he poured water to the roach to a hole, it escaped, and MORE BLACK ROACHES crawl out from the hole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THINK THE BLACK ROACHES WERE FRIGHTENED BY THE WHITE ROACH LA HOW COME YOU ARE WHITE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is happening? Why is there white roaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen black ants and termites, normal humans and those "white" humans. Am I supposed to pity the roach to be like our "white" human? Cannot be exposed to the sun and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As research says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Every once in a while, you might find a white cockroach. If you do, you're seeing one in transition. As cockroaches mature, they discard their skin and grow a new, bigger skin. In the nearly 12 hours it takes to shed and then grow new skin, the roach is white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how true is this statement. Never in my life ok! I had NEVER NEVER met a white cockroach before. Only here, in this kampong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it shed its skin once it grows mature, why don't I see white roach anywhere in Singapore? Or in my house, dirty enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everytime I shower, brush teeth, or even shit, I have to watch out for Mr white. He's so scary and I don't want to meet him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless my soul. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-5175175594877098616?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5175175594877098616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/white-cockroach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5175175594877098616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5175175594877098616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/white-cockroach.html' title='White cockroach'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TUkStDCsIII/AAAAAAAAEnk/hEfluvgxPGg/s72-c/200711280924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-4875604165895184287</id><published>2011-02-01T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:29:13.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a little girl</title><content type='html'>Look how much you have changed,&lt;br /&gt;once a small little girl with that hot temper,&lt;br /&gt;the surrounding people who protected you,&lt;br /&gt;the jealousy who bullied you.&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost all the people who were there for you,&lt;br /&gt;have you invited more mouths to talk about you,&lt;br /&gt;have you regarded anyone as a human in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;have you only had yourself in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;How real are you when you said I love you,&lt;br /&gt;how fake are you when you said I hate you,&lt;br /&gt;how many times have you lied,&lt;br /&gt;how many hatred have you made.&lt;br /&gt;The people you hated,&lt;br /&gt;the characters you despiced,&lt;br /&gt;the manners that disgusted you,&lt;br /&gt;are they now all you.&lt;br /&gt;You used to take mirror as an image of your overall view,&lt;br /&gt;you now use it to enhance the spotlight that is going to be on you,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever take the mirror to reflect your soul, your mind, your body.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;What are you now?&lt;br /&gt;How are you now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-4875604165895184287?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4875604165895184287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/once-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4875604165895184287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4875604165895184287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/02/once-little-girl.html' title='Once a little girl'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2796279226266158866</id><published>2011-01-20T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:08:07.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying ORANGES</title><content type='html'>Final Year Project is going downhill. Things are not going smoothly, I think my lecturers felt disappointed because they are keen to see my ideas in the space, especially HL. Yet I could not present them out in 3D. I gotta buck up. Very sorry, lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is great without people that annoyed you. But well, everyday everyone is annoyed by annoying orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those oranges revolve in my life, I see them everyday. Sometimes to make me hate them lesser, I have to take them as oranges, and the picture will look much funnier and cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like the other fruits. I felt annoyed by those annoying oranges. What more can I do than to be killed by the "knife"? My boyfriend would be the knife, he's the one to decide if he wants to cut and eat me, destroy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, wouldn't life be boring without those annoying oranges? They do stupid things to let me laugh at them, make themselves lousy so I have topic to talk about, hence, I can't live without people like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever loved sharing stories online, and the annoying oranges are egg-cited that they are getting famous day by day. I would, share again. I want to make a storybook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, watch me share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTgla5sajsI/AAAAAAAAEnc/QDyYnF_hDHs/s1600/Annoying-Orange-and-Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564238483710185154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTgla5sajsI/AAAAAAAAEnc/QDyYnF_hDHs/s400/Annoying-Orange-and-Gang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2796279226266158866?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2796279226266158866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoying-oranges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2796279226266158866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2796279226266158866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoying-oranges.html' title='Annoying ORANGES'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTgla5sajsI/AAAAAAAAEnc/QDyYnF_hDHs/s72-c/Annoying-Orange-and-Gang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-7439096340140367363</id><published>2011-01-14T16:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:57:07.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital perm, should I, should I not?</title><content type='html'>As said in my previous post, I love this model's hairstyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHRX789gI/AAAAAAAAEmU/VqorIxs7GdA/s1600/IMG_1050.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953534867207682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHRX789gI/AAAAAAAAEmU/VqorIxs7GdA/s400/IMG_1050.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a hair salon if my face will look fat with this hairstyle, she said no. Of course, I won't trust the hair salon 100% because they could be lying just to make sure you let them do digital perm and earn that $100++ than just a $20 hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried all ways to see if I will look fat in this hairstyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I did it in photoshop. - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I look disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I went to a funny website and uploaded my image to try all the wigs. - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Totally funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I messed up my hair and took photo to see if I look fat. - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES I LOOK FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking the hairdresser, my friend decided to do the perming. She's super steady, she can just do without thinking too much. Unlike me, I took the whole day mumbling to myself if I should perm my hair and ended up walking out of the hair salon without a single thing done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L.O.S.E.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through a few magazines while waiting for my friend to do her hair. And I saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHRAyL89I/AAAAAAAAEmM/TRnveaPRTQQ/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953528652231634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHRAyL89I/AAAAAAAAEmM/TRnveaPRTQQ/s400/IMG_1236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous babe. She's gorgeous not just because of the hairstyle, her face itself is the main point! I actually did some funny actions in the hair salon to see if I suit this short hair, unfortunately, it's a fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT FACE CAN'T TRY TO BE FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHQ7QjvfI/AAAAAAAAEmE/X0mu4pJhX3g/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953527169007090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHQ7QjvfI/AAAAAAAAEmE/X0mu4pJhX3g/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this perm is similar to the model's hairstyle I wanted. I asked the hairdresser again if this is good, she told me this is like the model's hairstyle, "digital perm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knowledge about perming is very limited. Comments I heard from everyone was that digital perm give very curly perm, in another words, &lt;em&gt;will look like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I was worried much about the comments I heard, so I dropped the idea of perming my hair. I have no guts, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few photos of my friend when she was doing her hair. The result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHQlL-j6I/AAAAAAAAEl8/nmCZbxK11RM/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953521244213154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHQlL-j6I/AAAAAAAAEl8/nmCZbxK11RM/s400/IMG_1249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHQcQKWfI/AAAAAAAAEl0/yBjd3TVY8WI/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953518845843954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHQcQKWfI/AAAAAAAAEl0/yBjd3TVY8WI/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGtYY8XUI/AAAAAAAAEls/93Y2O8ukOno/s1600/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952916513512770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGtYY8XUI/AAAAAAAAEls/93Y2O8ukOno/s400/IMG_1250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks much more mature compared to her straight rebond hair. Because the curl is really loose, it looks wavy instead of circle curly. Well her perming did not last long, it turned loose after half day. She began to panick and call the hairdresser the next day. Luckily she is granted with free perming again, I was worried if the hairdresser will ask her to pay for second time perming when it is actually not my friend's fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to do research on digital perming. Luckily most images I got from google are asian girls with digital perm, not caucasians. I don't know why I just can't link ang mo look with yellow skin people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &lt;a href="http://choppedtsuey.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://choppedtsuey.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me for using your photos, you girls look great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGs09xOOI/AAAAAAAAElU/y5d6k192w5w/s1600/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952907004295394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGs09xOOI/AAAAAAAAElU/y5d6k192w5w/s400/c3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGtbVXzEI/AAAAAAAAElk/I5AJWAge5fs/s1600/c1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952917303839810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGtbVXzEI/AAAAAAAAElk/I5AJWAge5fs/s400/c1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGtNRSpMI/AAAAAAAAElc/ZihZoFXPGdw/s1600/c2"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952913528628418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGtNRSpMI/AAAAAAAAElc/ZihZoFXPGdw/s400/c2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is right after perming. WOOSH. That looks really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;strong&gt;pinkfishpie.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGswCLQbI/AAAAAAAAElM/OMpH16uU_uU/s1600/p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952905680601522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGswCLQbI/AAAAAAAAElM/OMpH16uU_uU/s400/p1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result, right after perming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she perms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGUPAh9_I/AAAAAAAAElE/B-D3kTRWyTE/s1600/p2"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952484498470898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGUPAh9_I/AAAAAAAAElE/B-D3kTRWyTE/s400/p2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks perming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGUMAGXqI/AAAAAAAAEk8/K0qvbYKhaKc/s1600/p3"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952483691355810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGUMAGXqI/AAAAAAAAEk8/K0qvbYKhaKc/s400/p3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGTxndlXI/AAAAAAAAEk0/GCss8QQidGc/s1600/p4"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952476608697714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGTxndlXI/AAAAAAAAEk0/GCss8QQidGc/s400/p4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGTsGKGbI/AAAAAAAAEks/RCApeEt3M78/s1600/p5"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952475126831538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGTsGKGbI/AAAAAAAAEks/RCApeEt3M78/s400/p5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGTp0iksI/AAAAAAAAEkk/FaamJNhrbg4/s1600/p6"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561952474516067010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAGTp0iksI/AAAAAAAAEkk/FaamJNhrbg4/s400/p6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want my perm to be sooooo loose, like wavy. I want circle curl like the model. But I am scared! I prefer her hair when just done, NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend clipped up my hair and took a photo of me. Short hair looks bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561954355395203202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAIBIpEkII/AAAAAAAAEnU/SJuUT6mu5yg/s400/IMG_1055.PNG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my long hair, I already look dead without makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953934277593810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHon2zytI/AAAAAAAAEm8/4dqb4Zec2w8/s400/IMG_1137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953908041362242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHnGHmq0I/AAAAAAAAEms/UJKKASOGNVI/s400/IMG_1062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With makeup.. BORING HAIRSTYLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953917043367170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHnnp2XQI/AAAAAAAAEm0/U_-W4b2vCds/s400/IMG_1093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953904312769218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHm4Oo2sI/AAAAAAAAEmk/7_LIfQggxD0/s400/162677_483099548928_555038928_5805582_2897850_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561953899652229298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHmm3eqLI/AAAAAAAAEmc/yOtWvV_MDIg/s400/4920_101259493928_555038928_1942314_3004151_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think and think and think and think and think and think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY TIRED OF THINKING IF I SHOULD DO DIGITAL PERMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the topic of slimming. But my cheeks won't slim down with my body! I will still have a chubby face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me help me I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-7439096340140367363?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7439096340140367363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/01/digital-perm-should-i-should-i-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7439096340140367363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7439096340140367363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/01/digital-perm-should-i-should-i-not.html' title='Digital perm, should I, should I not?'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TTAHRX789gI/AAAAAAAAEmU/VqorIxs7GdA/s72-c/IMG_1050.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-4239656526622464485</id><published>2011-01-08T11:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:08:38.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let's BREATHE (Brief).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Cheng's 22 Birthday. She kept lying to herself that she's 18 this year, her spongebob birthday cake with a "1" and a "8" candle. -.- HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfZt-HCI/AAAAAAAAEkE/fNteIyWHVWE/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559650299003411490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfZt-HCI/AAAAAAAAEkE/fNteIyWHVWE/s400/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfGrmrzI/AAAAAAAAEj8/NhyrUQbtyPQ/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559650293893214002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfGrmrzI/AAAAAAAAEj8/NhyrUQbtyPQ/s400/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among our friends, I think I am the only one who can remember she is 22 this year. A few of them forgot that our 21st year old was LAST YEAR, this year everyone is turning 22! It's a huge number OMAGAD. We were all given a heart shape card to write birthday blessing words to the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing Yen's card: Happy 22st Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(You know why it's 22st? Because she remembered to change 21 to 22 but neglected the "st" to "nd"!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chu Hui's card: Happy 22nd Birtday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(You know where is the "h"? She eats it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ting's card: Happy 22&lt;s&gt;st&lt;/s&gt;nd Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(What happened is, she knew she wrote the wrong age too, when I corrected her and she spotted the "st" must be changed to "nd".) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfOcFsnI/AAAAAAAAEj0/g4W08SqbFgk/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559650295975621234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfOcFsnI/AAAAAAAAEj0/g4W08SqbFgk/s400/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The WGS with the unbelievable 18th Birthday cake. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfUfjndI/AAAAAAAAEkM/zwniPJ6x8Io/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559650297600777682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfUfjndI/AAAAAAAAEkM/zwniPJ6x8Io/s400/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Cheng's Birthday gift from us! An angel pendent from CITIGEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shi Tong's 20th Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We secretly went to her house and gave her a surprise. She was laughing crazily when she saw us at her door. Her sister got a shock because we purposely hide behide her big card, and the sister could only see a big head. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYNqXS9gI/AAAAAAAAEjs/ka8ZivQwzzo/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649994234066434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYNqXS9gI/AAAAAAAAEjs/ka8ZivQwzzo/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the big head now?? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYNAn70iI/AAAAAAAAEjk/iYJ74fz5OZE/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649983029563938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYNAn70iI/AAAAAAAAEjk/iYJ74fz5OZE/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why did I make this expression, then I saw the cute dinosaur in my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYNHWxBfI/AAAAAAAAEjc/CzVqmqX22WE/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649984836601330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYNHWxBfI/AAAAAAAAEjc/CzVqmqX22WE/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOSE UP: Yeah I mean this dinosaur. I dug from her house pencil holder and started playing with it. RAWRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head down to Orchard, had "hot tomato". Ok I seriously love Allex's camera. The effect makes all of us so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYDEMMohI/AAAAAAAAEjU/fmlU2EKlMhk/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649812188275218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYDEMMohI/AAAAAAAAEjU/fmlU2EKlMhk/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYDBvqzAI/AAAAAAAAEjM/DR58lj0YGDA/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649811531746306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYDBvqzAI/AAAAAAAAEjM/DR58lj0YGDA/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far can you pull your skin away from your cheek?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;em&gt;If you pulled your cheek just now, are you stupid? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping around, waiting for Allex to come and surprise Shi Tong with her cake. Allex specially come back from Malaysia for Shi Tong's Birthday. How touching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYC9qtTsI/AAAAAAAAEjE/te8KcWS9Xhg/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649810437197506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYC9qtTsI/AAAAAAAAEjE/te8KcWS9Xhg/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYCkp0gbI/AAAAAAAAEi8/Ub4WkYKKtFw/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649803722588594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYCkp0gbI/AAAAAAAAEi8/Ub4WkYKKtFw/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYCiXp71I/AAAAAAAAEi0/IZx1SHr4mJM/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649803109527378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYCiXp71I/AAAAAAAAEi0/IZx1SHr4mJM/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXs5W9G4I/AAAAAAAAEis/J75pMuWHifs/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649431323483010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXs5W9G4I/AAAAAAAAEis/J75pMuWHifs/s400/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl lifted me UP. Yes she did! Without much effort needed! She is only 3-4kg heavier than me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su Fang is from wushu, that's why she is very strong! I swear I was screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allex came and we sang birthday song at the shopping centre. Next we move to a disgusting dessert shop, the dessert seriously cannot make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to walk to City Hall from Orchard Road. I almost died. They kept walking and walk, I kept walking and walking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and walking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I KEPT WALKING....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take photos and walk at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXsn1NaXI/AAAAAAAAEik/oqg0vxERUKU/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649426618542450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXsn1NaXI/AAAAAAAAEik/oqg0vxERUKU/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXsbwPHcI/AAAAAAAAEic/5MX2pCooP0w/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649423376457154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXsbwPHcI/AAAAAAAAEic/5MX2pCooP0w/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sup yo Allex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXsZVHClI/AAAAAAAAEiU/2dzOrcJKG3Y/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649422725810770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXsZVHClI/AAAAAAAAEiU/2dzOrcJKG3Y/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXsN6FlUI/AAAAAAAAEiM/1CNyel5RyeA/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559649419659679042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfXsN6FlUI/AAAAAAAAEiM/1CNyel5RyeA/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Esplanade view, the coloured light reflected on the white balls and give effect. Awesomely pretty. I feel like grabbing the ball WITH the light home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we walked to City Hall, and we went home. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S SO NICE ABOUT WALKING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfW16BxQOI/AAAAAAAAEhU/JhlgQcQ_yhA/s1600/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559648486610256098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfW16BxQOI/AAAAAAAAEhU/JhlgQcQ_yhA/s400/4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ting's new hair style with dark purple shade on her hair! We went to Far East and her cut hair + colour + treatment only charge at $80 nett!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new hairstyle so badly. And I always like "outstanding" hairstyle. When I say outstanding I really mean it. I want pretty and special, unlike the usual hairstyle we see in Singapore. Boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSffO4f3AeI/AAAAAAAAEkc/p8dc5Y8qewg/s1600/IMG_1050.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559657711789343202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSffO4f3AeI/AAAAAAAAEkc/p8dc5Y8qewg/s400/IMG_1050.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty model from blogshop attracts me. I got many of her photos simply because she's too pretty, I like her! I never had perm hair, I always keep my hair long and straight. I did temporary perm before, but I looked mature and I do not really fancy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to challenge for this hair style. Short, perm, coloured. But I am scared! She has very small face and petite figure, I have very round face and chubby body. I am still hesitating if I should go this far. Thinking.. Thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Lian's 21st Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought her DKNY perfume and CITIGEM necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were bored... We camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfW1t_Pr3I/AAAAAAAAEhM/azKDk-hNgAE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559648483378442098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfW1t_Pr3I/AAAAAAAAEhM/azKDk-hNgAE/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfW1nPIbYI/AAAAAAAAEhE/GYs287-Xvu0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559648481566027138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfW1nPIbYI/AAAAAAAAEhE/GYs287-Xvu0/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfW1Sv-AqI/AAAAAAAAEg8/ehHK7kuRCIY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559648476066611874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfW1Sv-AqI/AAAAAAAAEg8/ehHK7kuRCIY/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This skinny May!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYflQ9y7I/AAAAAAAAEkU/uaFn6f5fjJs/s1600/168693_498966753928_555038928_6091612_8365805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559650302102981554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYflQ9y7I/AAAAAAAAEkU/uaFn6f5fjJs/s400/168693_498966753928_555038928_6091612_8365805_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically nothing much to update about myself. I know these days I am very in a holiday mood and do not know how to get out of it. Currently I have Final Year Project on hand but I just could not make myself move and progress faster to get the work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it comes was the end of CDS (a module), and my class are left with F.Y.P. to cope only. Second is the 2 weeks school holiday, which includes Christmas and New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third is I have many birthday events to attend and thus it empowered me to a better reason of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, school finally started again, 2 weeks of holiday is over. We should all wake up and start to face F.Y.P. again. However.... CHINESE NEW YEAR IS COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do not know how to save myself. Enough slacking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am too happy that I am graduating in 2-3 months time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly graudate and get a job and live happily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-4239656526622464485?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4239656526622464485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/01/december-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4239656526622464485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4239656526622464485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2011/01/december-2010.html' title='December 2010'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TSfYfZt-HCI/AAAAAAAAEkE/fNteIyWHVWE/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-4930804185670168199</id><published>2010-12-23T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:08:28.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th year anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;7 years today, at night, I was selling donation tickets at the void deck. Never did I know that I will meet this stranger, who bought 4 donation tickets, costed $2 each, became my boyfriend until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing him riding his motorbike into the carpark. He parked and I went up to him, and asked if he wants to donate for the needies. Immediately he agreed and handed $50 to me. I did not have much cash with me so he said he can go home and take for me. I waited at the bench for him, I remember it was quite long, maybe about 30 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he cheated me and I decided to stop waiting. Suddenly I saw him walking to me and passed 4 $2 to me and I passed him 4 donation tickets. He then went to fitness corner while I went to the playground. I admit I was peeping at him all the times HAHAHA, and was hoping he notices me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he came to the playground and asked for my handphone number without his handphone, pen and paper. I laughed at him and asked how is he going to memorise my number when he has nothing to take down my number? He was embarrassed and we laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I don't know why I keep typing donate as donut.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked home together not knowing we stayed at the same block and same unit but different storey. Then we realised we are neighbours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for his call so badly at home, hoping and hoping, and thought he could not remember my mobile number so he did not call. I was a bit disheartened and gave up. Just when I was about to sleep, he called. I mistook him as a China man because he spoke very swiftly over the phone. I was a bit rude to him at first because my family scolded me for giving my number to a stranger, a &lt;strong&gt;MAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, we meet up at the void deck. We talked and played and walked dog together. My mother will always send a spy with me so I will be "safe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very shy girl, I won't know how to say "yes" when a guy asks if I can be his girlfriend. He asked a few times but I kept mum. I allowed him to hold my hands and I remember it was during 06 February 2004. He forced his kiss on me on valentine day. HAHAHA. I remember I cried and ran home HAHA DAMN EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I set our "anniversary" on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;23 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is because that is the day we first met each other, and we are love at first sight. It will be meaningless if I were to be so&lt;em&gt; gugu&lt;/em&gt; to say 06 February is our anniversary purely because we held hands on that date??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hardly take photos. But there are a few to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898677203904962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpa81AKcI/AAAAAAAAEgc/v7wV8316p58/s400/n555038928_739748_7056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When neoprint is still HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898304264786882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpFPhY08I/AAAAAAAAEfU/i2LA2Q3UXsU/s400/1_256441382l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898667504153586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpaYsZs_I/AAAAAAAAEgE/b2iLmGHj980/s400/1_935003584l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898664755796818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpaOdJG1I/AAAAAAAAEf8/et6JZzPz6bQ/s400/1_901541268l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNqQek-scI/AAAAAAAAEgk/FSWJ-40ynHY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpaiphf3I/AAAAAAAAEgU/Us3Y9o00lFI/s1600/n555038928_739745_2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898312148279186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpFs49X5I/AAAAAAAAEfs/8jOhl5gHjVk/s400/1_389811805l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898305252977634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpFTM_a-I/AAAAAAAAEfc/rk28qFHbPI0/s400/1_306502231l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNqQcpBebI/AAAAAAAAEgs/0q_sqIoRfHw/s1600/34166_136330523051541_100000237835846_304289_4524230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpaiphf3I/AAAAAAAAEgU/Us3Y9o00lFI/s1600/n555038928_739745_2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898305597147106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpFUfDB-I/AAAAAAAAEfk/Eh-YSBSMEwU/s400/1_367033063l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Coast Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898315570694258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpF5o7SHI/AAAAAAAAEf0/QRUh_-nbS-0/s400/1_590613327l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR Playground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNzx7f12LI/AAAAAAAAEg0/C8_oiAuxWOM/s1600/n555038928_739745_2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553910067099982002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNzx7f12LI/AAAAAAAAEg0/C8_oiAuxWOM/s400/n555038928_739745_2023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bugis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553899596796572098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNqQek-scI/AAAAAAAAEgk/FSWJ-40ynHY/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwater World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553899596276660658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNqQcpBebI/AAAAAAAAEgs/0q_sqIoRfHw/s400/34166_136330523051541_100000237835846_304289_4524230_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 21st Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553898668017360946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpaamwoDI/AAAAAAAAEgM/wcw5LJHJUiU/s400/65396_491389413928_555038928_5935771_1668850_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 7th year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have never celebrated "anniversary" like the young couples did. Today we did! Not really celebrate, just a simple dinner. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days, it's Christmas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you, Mr Lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-4930804185670168199?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4930804185670168199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/12/7th-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4930804185670168199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4930804185670168199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/12/7th-year-anniversary.html' title='7th year anniversary'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TRNpa81AKcI/AAAAAAAAEgc/v7wV8316p58/s72-c/n555038928_739748_7056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3092955551449010277</id><published>2010-12-20T15:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:11:56.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky</title><content type='html'>Unlucky things seem to happen one by one. Though it's not affecting me too much, I am afraid that bad luck is on the way coming to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can be worse than&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NUMBER 1&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC not accepted by school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nothing new to me anymore. This is not my first time being "rejected", as in my MC is invalid to the school &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lesson and now I am smart enough to remind myself to get the doctor to state "Unfit for exam" on the MC so that the school accepts it to cover for my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we are western educated. School does not accept Asian clinic MC. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my chinese doctor? The clinic that I was afraid to go to because the doctors are from China. So hard for my poor china doctor to read "unfit for exam" as I requested her to write for me. &lt;strong&gt;Finally she wrote it, she spelled letter by letter for me, she handled my precious MC to me, and.the.school.rejected.it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say but to face the truth that I am that unlucky. Well, on the other side, the chinese medicine helps a lot. It is my first time completing the medicine given to me. My cough is getting better. I don't wake up from my bad cough in the morning anymore, I don't start coughing non-stop when I eat something chill anymore. So come on, it's a good sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can be worse than&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NUMBER 2&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first know my boyfriend, he had a motorbike. He takes me everywhere with his motorbike. It's been almost 7 years, still a bike, more and more&lt;em&gt; lao ya&lt;/em&gt; bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is perfectly alright to me that the bike isn't cool. To me, it is just a transport. As long as I don't have to take bus home, so what if it is a &lt;em&gt;lao ya&lt;/em&gt; motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to re-adjust my mood to accept the fact that there is no more motorbike. I have to go home all by myself by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't eat at any other places but from the coffee shops near my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stroll with Mr Lee around when we are bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't go to Sheng Siong and shop for my tidbits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO TIED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;em&gt;lao ya&lt;/em&gt; motorbike has not served us for 3 months! And it just died like that. I forgive you for your &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17 years old age&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee said he is going to get a second hand motorbike soon. I don't know how soon. I just hope it can come as soon as possible. I hate going home by bus eh? I guess it's a habit to ask Mr Lee to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee, actually I would wish for a second hand CAR instead of MOTORBIKE. :D I know it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffffffffffffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3092955551449010277?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3092955551449010277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/12/unlucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3092955551449010277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3092955551449010277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/12/unlucky.html' title='Unlucky'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-5748331753486200488</id><published>2010-12-14T16:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:22:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mui Ling's december 2010</title><content type='html'>I chose to make my blog less active because it seems people around me hates to be mentioned. As such, I think blogging once in a while and summarised my story into a chunk would be better than a long and naggy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napha test in Polytechnic has become a "curse" for everyone. Nobody looks up to pass, especially girls. Some girls even wore makeup to take the fitness test. -.-&lt;br /&gt;As for guys, I heard that if they are able to achieve a gold for their napha, they spend lesser time in army?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are really there for fun only! But I swear I did not take it as a joke, I did try my very best. But well... I failed... Because... I... CAN'T... RUN!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken before napha test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550444885044329042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckNyZzelI/AAAAAAAAEdw/ysvtkLSkbpY/s400/65472_464974593309_599438309_5697610_3429823_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always cannot do well in shuttle run and standing broad jump. What the heck are all these, I cannot do fast and far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I did quite well for my shuttle run. (I guess it's because of age, 21 year old FTW! Easier to score.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But standing broad jump is still an almost fail result HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUI! RUN! RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550445520538375362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckyxzZFMI/AAAAAAAAEeY/2PcjWDyON1s/s400/156264_464975243309_599438309_5697635_3531290_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submission by submission, I have submission once in every two weeks. My friends asked me why am I busy during FYP because they were not as busy as I was, they said it's supposed to be S.L.A.C.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design is not as simple as you guys thought. It is not about drawing, sketching, imagining some beautiful things. There are many studies to do, especially retail design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to consider from the entrance of the store to the exit, and the flow in the store. Everything must be thought thoroughly. You also have to know how you want your things to be constructed, how to use the nails and what kind of glue and materials to be used etc. Hey friends, my FYP is real tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once work is submitted, we would catch our breath and take photos in the lecture room! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twirling................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550445540405401778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckz70D2LI/AAAAAAAAEeo/MjtooTG8OxM/s400/162969_466357076831_549261831_5429428_4960882_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Xin Yi, you really look mad handsome! muack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550445532777722178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckzfZesUI/AAAAAAAAEeg/EprXWD5as0U/s400/156959_466356866831_549261831_5429424_1255059_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick 6 weeks ago. This is my first time to cough for so long. Worst, fever! I took western medicine at first, the bottle was almost finish (my first time finishing medicine), but cough does not seem to recover at all, not even a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the doctor for other cough syrup again, FAILED TO CURE ME so I stopped taking after half bottle. Then my mother bought chinese medicine (pi pa gao) for me, it does not seem to help at first. My boyfriend was unhappy that I stopped my cough syrup and skipped to chinese medicine, so I took both chinese and western medicine together. I took every 2 hours interval, not both at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GEY KIANG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I really cough non-stop after taking both medicine. What's worse is, I have submission on the next day. I woke up in the morning and felt terrible. I decided to see the chinese doctor that my mother recommended. At first I was quite worried that the chinese doctors are not reliable, because they are from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. China products are disappointing, so... I was worried they are con men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not as disappointing as I thought. It is acknowledge by Singapore! Now my worry is, will the school take my mc? My chinese doctor does not understand English, so she wrote "Unfit for exam" on the space for the date I visited the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(-____________________-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my school takes my MC seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is so nice. She came over to buy me porridge this morning when I thought I was going to die alone in the house with no one looking after me. She made some green bean soup and barley water for me too! &lt;3 And she did a little clean up at the kitchen. Thanks mama! Loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also love my boyfriend for doing the laundry and feeding the dogs for me. He also bought me porridge hehehe. Morning I have mama, at night I have my boyfriend, strong girl won't die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yishun is not a safe zone. I guess Singaporeans know about it. My friend met an ah lian while she was on her way to buy bubble tea. The ah lian shouted at her "KUA SI MI LAN JIAO" when my friend did nothing to her. My friend kept quiet and walked away. SMART MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drew this cute cartoon to tell her story. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550445516569663394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckyjBLV6I/AAAAAAAAEeI/uDztoghdQOo/s400/154635_10150105775132565_701417564_7549503_7200745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ah lian's boyfriend was by her side that time.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Never provoke an educated fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my girl, Shu Ting. A well-planned 21st birthday surprise for her. Credits to Sing Yen, Jem, and me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried our best to give all she hopes and wants. Polaroid camera for taking photos of her big day, friends coming down from East, West, South side. HAHAHA a bit exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her guestbook, my page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550445522949685922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcky6ySwqI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/aUl0-KzDwcQ/s400/155603_1620858915313_1051631349_1690107_7524839_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the WGS girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550444892962996338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckOP5wwHI/AAAAAAAAEeA/JHhveY5NKdc/s400/154155_467475172042_599492042_5818287_2077455_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple and heartwarming birthday. Love you, Shu Ting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550444877536385026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckNWbxWAI/AAAAAAAAEdg/fv320mDqYBM/s400/34795_1619149872588_1051631349_1685777_5167597_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another simpler one. A slumber party at Park Hotel! A small treats by Sing Yen and a slumber night for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550444885649701570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckN0qIusI/AAAAAAAAEd4/1ECoa3dTFjE/s400/69555_466719061853_662481853_6268191_895426_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550444881360397730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckNkrfJaI/AAAAAAAAEdo/2QV_ym3dRo0/s400/63903_466718951853_662481853_6268187_8381742_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caesar salad of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered to bring birthday present for her, the xmas gift for exchange, and totally forgot about the card that I made for 1 hour! ARGHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is the quickest way to send my regards to her. I tagged her the card I made for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My card for Sing Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcuaxxD4YI/AAAAAAAAEfA/rFJZRiD6DHw/s1600/155367_485671058928_555038928_5841606_221748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550456103328014722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcuaxxD4YI/AAAAAAAAEfA/rFJZRiD6DHw/s400/155367_485671058928_555038928_5841606_221748_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My card is only $0.70. HAHA. Hey, I drew the eeyore for very long ok! I tried to mix and match my limited highlighter colour to make a eeyore out. Should have used my colour pencils, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcuaT5j1lI/AAAAAAAAEew/VBOJXLohmxo/s1600/39429_485671313928_555038928_5841608_7373669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550456095310599762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcuaT5j1lI/AAAAAAAAEew/VBOJXLohmxo/s400/39429_485671313928_555038928_5841608_7373669_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eeyore tail links from eeyore body at the front page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcuaiLa_TI/AAAAAAAAEe4/M7fN1iap_Ls/s1600/63900_485672343928_555038928_5841616_2398088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550456099143613746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcuaiLa_TI/AAAAAAAAEe4/M7fN1iap_Ls/s400/63900_485672343928_555038928_5841616_2398088_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE 70CENTS CARD!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sing Yen, we all know you are trying your best to give your parents a good life. But sometimes you need to think for yourself too. Don't push yourself too hard. Take a rest if you're really tired. Perhaps retirement isn't what your father wanted most. All he wants is a healthy daughter who can visit him often, chat with him on the phone and tell him you are healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing Yen guai.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your papa will feel heart pain for you if he knows you are working yourself too hard for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you really want to look like eeyore? Heavy eyebag and fat body? HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman's youth is precious! Don't waste it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcubMwngEI/AAAAAAAAEfI/3KLpzSQA9OM/s1600/155769_485673288928_555038928_5841636_317658_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550456110573912130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQcubMwngEI/AAAAAAAAEfI/3KLpzSQA9OM/s400/155769_485673288928_555038928_5841636_317658_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muilinghasveryuglyhandwriting.hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE BYE BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-5748331753486200488?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5748331753486200488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/12/mui-lings-december-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5748331753486200488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5748331753486200488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/12/mui-lings-december-2010.html' title='Mui Ling&apos;s december 2010'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TQckNyZzelI/AAAAAAAAEdw/ysvtkLSkbpY/s72-c/65472_464974593309_599438309_5697610_3429823_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3869458795979283200</id><published>2010-12-06T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:44:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>I thought the laptop you paid for me is for me to do my school work and not a piece of entertainment shit for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my iphone is a gift from my friends and not your phone? Ask before you use, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer and my iphone should have clean record of gambling websites, I said this the moment I got them new, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never liked the idea of you gambling, am I right? Have I ever agreed or even smiled at you whenever you gamble? No right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU STOP DOING THINGS THAT I HATE YOU TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUTUAL RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't club because you don't like me to. I respected you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the respect that you had for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make a choice between me and your favourite past time, think carefully. I won't stop anyone who chooses to leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Disappointment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3869458795979283200?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3869458795979283200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/12/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3869458795979283200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3869458795979283200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/12/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3059879778355248533</id><published>2010-11-20T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:32:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FaceFighter in iPhone</title><content type='html'>Come to the end of the block, no more Japanese module. I hope my japanese module lecturer can let me pass. She is particularly picky about punctuality. Well, that trains me a better person to go to school earlier. Throughout my poly life, she is the first lecturer whom I appear in class earlier before the class starts, sometimes 5-15 minutes late due to the heavy traffic. Usually if the lesson is in the morning, it's hard for me to reach school on time. I just have the habit to snooze my clock for additional half hour. I learned a few conversational sentences in Japanese language, hoping to meet Japanese and show off a little bit to them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can concentrate on my final year project without other module. For block teaching, it is very tough to handle 2 modules. I feel so relieved now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading papers about you-know-what. I think I have a better way of venting my anger without approaching the person that pissed me off. Download "&lt;strong&gt;FaceFighter&lt;/strong&gt;" in your iPhone to vent your anger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a few photos of me fighting with Haw, zhu zhu and tian tian. I even fought with myself! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUI VS MUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559616523125522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeTHFyCwxI/AAAAAAAAEdA/sSdaXSYhgdc/s400/IMG_0623.PNG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THROW FIST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559625974921634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeTHo_huaI/AAAAAAAAEdI/iQbVSikwWis/s400/IMG_0625.PNG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUI VS HAW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559314211167090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeS1flQW3I/AAAAAAAAEc4/qG4nXolv9FA/s400/IMG_0622.PNG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE ATTACKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559309661508626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeS1OoiFBI/AAAAAAAAEcw/P5E-7CRunOo/s400/IMG_0621.PNG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559305412691170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeS0-ziROI/AAAAAAAAEco/wW35KODhx18/s400/IMG_0620.PNG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUI VS ZHU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559280814477330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeSzjK3UBI/AAAAAAAAEcY/sOuja7yv7fo/s400/IMG_0618.PNG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUI VS TIAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Why is she still looking so sweet after wounded?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559644365328610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeTItgJEOI/AAAAAAAAEdY/auzvvv5YDL4/s400/IMG_0627.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's good about this game is that you won't be the defeated one. Although your opponent can attack you and your "KO bulbs" may decrease for being attacked, you won't die. The game makes your opponent a retard in attacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of the game, there's a phrase to make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I BOW BEFORE YOU, MUI."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiok or not. You don't have to go to the person to take his photo, just go to facebook or wherever you can find his photo, take a picture of it with your iphone, then strike attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor me, defeated by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559631210578002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeTH8fzgFI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/jolU-EvwoJY/s400/IMG_0626.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor zhuzhu! Got human nose hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541559293847813906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeS0TuQPxI/AAAAAAAAEcg/TTIOURjn1wk/s400/IMG_0619.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think the game is violent, it's just cute. Too cute to make you get angry when attacking the opponent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3059879778355248533?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3059879778355248533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/11/facefighter-in-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3059879778355248533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3059879778355248533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/11/facefighter-in-iphone.html' title='FaceFighter in iPhone'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TOeTHFyCwxI/AAAAAAAAEdA/sSdaXSYhgdc/s72-c/IMG_0623.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-1897148881802717259</id><published>2010-11-13T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:24:21.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy but still catch up with some loves</title><content type='html'>I wish I can change my topic, but other than Final Year Project, what more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick yesterday. Same old sickness, cough + flu + fever. It's like a routine, it comes back every month. I wonder if it's the cause of my wisdom tooth. I am going to extract them out during my 2 weeks December holiday! MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is my sweet candy. I coughed in my sleep and he came to look at me. I sat up and couldn't stop coughing, he quickly got a cup of water for me to clear my throat. I had half cup of the water, and he drank the rest up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I have been sticking my buttock to my chair everyday to do my FYP. He walks my dogs, buy me food from morning till night, and serves me drinks. He is so unlucky to be serving his girlfriend instead of the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr Lee. I love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now talk about my favourite, most mentioned topic?&lt;br /&gt;I AM FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the photo of AFTER internship. My cheeks are so round, I look like a hamster stuffed with many seeds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539017235224918306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6K1BZY-SI/AAAAAAAAEcI/sYA7QqUBQqo/s400/66655_1552054355242_1051631349_1556534_7239739_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BEFORE internship. I think it's obvious that my face was not as round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539017234006721298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6K0828wxI/AAAAAAAAEcA/eVii_B5J3xI/s400/36481_1444435224831_1051631349_1292593_4935167_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna start my jogging life. But I am scared of the unsafe environment these days, I want to come back in a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who I can ask to exercise with me. Lets tone up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to mention about this too. I did these for Hana when I was away from Singapore. I put her present and DIY postcards in an envelope and was hoping that she can receive on her birthday during September. Well, our senior gave me the wrong address of hers and failed to deliver. Luckily it was posted back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016916306148722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6KidVOvXI/AAAAAAAAEb4/cbMz0ZN19Fg/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016905181362370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6Khz43-MI/AAAAAAAAEbw/ZJHUKwtoiTg/s400/75768_462991333928_555038928_5498189_7360865_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016895856548674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6KhRJqm0I/AAAAAAAAEbo/U5qUC2eNPnY/s400/66365_462991353928_555038928_5498190_4012399_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering where she will keep those cards. Haha, this bimbo pasted them on her pinkish wall. HAHAHA. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6Mt1wzhQI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/pzURm-UOVRo/s1600/148878_461143772318_799567318_5275914_7564444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539019310866072834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6Mt1wzhQI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/pzURm-UOVRo/s400/148878_461143772318_799567318_5275914_7564444_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of missing my internship company. The fellow still remember us, they tagged me and Sandy a funny photo of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6KhIV_DvI/AAAAAAAAEbg/lb_Rr8bnCCk/s1600/33459_460614603672_639608672_5457582_6524829_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016893492301554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6KhIV_DvI/AAAAAAAAEbg/lb_Rr8bnCCk/s400/33459_460614603672_639608672_5457582_6524829_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Angela is an untidy girl, she always spread all her works + stationary + food + whatever that are hers, on the table. Alfred was flare up with her. Her items are not just on her table, they keep going to Alfred's side. So he pasted a "police line" in between them angrily. HAHAHA. I miss you guys. Really really miss laughing with all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met May and Wan Tong to catch up a little. Happy to hear that WT has quited smoking and May is trying hard. Ganbatte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539016890068365458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6Kg7lp8JI/AAAAAAAAEbY/CA9Gq8FLMYo/s400/3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie called "Eat Pray Love". Good catch, but I think not to guys. Such long and draggy movie, only girls know how to appreciate, the essence of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok and I am missing my mum, haven't been meeting her since school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss miss miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-1897148881802717259?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1897148881802717259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/11/busy-but-still-catch-up-with-some-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1897148881802717259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1897148881802717259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/11/busy-but-still-catch-up-with-some-loves.html' title='Busy but still catch up with some loves'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TN6K1BZY-SI/AAAAAAAAEcI/sYA7QqUBQqo/s72-c/66655_1552054355242_1051631349_1556534_7239739_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-6242456649809807327</id><published>2010-11-01T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:09:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Year Project - survey</title><content type='html'>I am busy with my Final Year Project. I have not taken a day rest to do my own things. I need to get a site as quickly as possible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need a small help from anyone who is not Singaporeans, yes I mean foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could any foreigners who come across my blog, visit my survey website and help me to answer 10 multiple choice questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/DD7PTLP"&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/DD7PTLP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey is about &lt;strong&gt;how much do you (tourists) understand about Singapore local cuisines?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assure that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this link is not virus&lt;/span&gt;. You may google for "surveymonkey", it is a survey website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely thank those who helped. It is a big help to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;Arigato gozaimasu.&lt;br /&gt;谢谢.&lt;br /&gt;grazie.&lt;br /&gt;gracias.&lt;br /&gt;Vielen Dank.&lt;br /&gt;คุณขอบคุณ.&lt;br /&gt;धन्यवाद.&lt;br /&gt;köszönöm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Singaporeans should not answer the the survey form. The survey form for Singaporeans will be out soon. Thank you for your kind help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-6242456649809807327?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6242456649809807327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/11/final-year-project-survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6242456649809807327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6242456649809807327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/11/final-year-project-survey.html' title='Final Year Project - survey'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2692324135809449763</id><published>2010-10-27T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T01:20:00.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buck up</title><content type='html'>I need to focus on my Final Year Project. I need to stay focus, very very focus.&lt;br /&gt;I won't allow myself to wait for a saviour to appear.&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember how Design Spirits teaches me.&lt;br /&gt;I need the discipline back in me.&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel the responsibility in myself, take good care of my body and my work.&lt;br /&gt;I should not let my zeh down, my dearest zeh.&lt;br /&gt;I should remember her scoldings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do very well for my Final Year Project - FYP.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick the ball and run..........! - says Hwee Li.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2692324135809449763?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2692324135809449763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/10/buck-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2692324135809449763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2692324135809449763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/10/buck-up.html' title='Buck up'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2904226560437403717</id><published>2010-10-24T13:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:20:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love interior design</title><content type='html'>I did research for Design Spirits co.,ltd. again. I am again amazed by Mr Yukichi Kawai's work, Beijing Noodle No. 9. It has won 7 awards so far and still counting. It is located in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can grab a chance to visit the place and experiece the spirit of design, there it is Design Spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLgf0NDgI/AAAAAAAAEaw/SnDMsJzDbEQ/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488526497811970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLgf0NDgI/AAAAAAAAEaw/SnDMsJzDbEQ/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Store front view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLgtXqjdI/AAAAAAAAEbA/u55mqX8cn5A/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488530136206802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLgtXqjdI/AAAAAAAAEbA/u55mqX8cn5A/s400/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLZO4GEDI/AAAAAAAAEao/1PSbwcJOFG0/s1600/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488401691643954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLZO4GEDI/AAAAAAAAEao/1PSbwcJOFG0/s400/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLgez9K-I/AAAAAAAAEa4/2QMWCzxtcr8/s1600/20fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488526228335586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLgez9K-I/AAAAAAAAEa4/2QMWCzxtcr8/s400/20fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are all goldfishes. I did research about this restaurant 3 times and I guessed those orange shiny things in the tanks are goldfishes, but I thought again, the designer will not be so crazy to put so many fishes in the tank, what if they die in the tank? Awful right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I read up at some random interior design blogs, they say those are goldfishes. Great design. I really admire Kawai-san's style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLYbez6NI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/Rr_EuA3KGrs/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488387895388370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLYbez6NI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/Rr_EuA3KGrs/s400/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pattern is also from fish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLhP31kyI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/pCQIgxrCFIQ/s1600/beijingnoodle9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488539397952290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLhP31kyI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/pCQIgxrCFIQ/s400/beijingnoodle9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLg5Kk2BI/AAAAAAAAEbI/ipJfy1sdR0M/s1600/beijing_noodle_no9_relax_consume.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488533302532114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLg5Kk2BI/AAAAAAAAEbI/ipJfy1sdR0M/s400/beijing_noodle_no9_relax_consume.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLYgzTjEI/AAAAAAAAEaY/vADg58K4R-U/s1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488389323525186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLYgzTjEI/AAAAAAAAEaY/vADg58K4R-U/s400/06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLYmdPQjI/AAAAAAAAEag/okXnMaBlhCg/s1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488390841582130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLYmdPQjI/AAAAAAAAEag/okXnMaBlhCg/s400/08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seating arrangements. All in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLYCCDkfI/AAAAAAAAEaI/ydOPg-eQVIk/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531488381063893490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLYCCDkfI/AAAAAAAAEaI/ydOPg-eQVIk/s400/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar counter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn to appreciate interior design, unlike in the past, I pretend I understand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I understand more about interior design, I realise many people are like me, do not know what is interior design.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Design is not about decoration." I heard from my lecturers a million time, and I thought as long as I don't decorate, my work is about design. I ever created a space that is creative to the lecturers, but I don't understand why is it creative to the lecturers. Now I do, I understand it is creative but is not "deep" enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's not too late yet for me to understand what is going on. Though I have wasted 2 years, struggling to pass all my modules without understanding what is going on, I think it is never too late.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grades are not good, I am not qualified to take degree in interior design in Singapore University. But I think I will gain more working experience in this field before taking degree.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interior design is GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2904226560437403717?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2904226560437403717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-interior-design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2904226560437403717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2904226560437403717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-interior-design.html' title='I love interior design'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TMPLgf0NDgI/AAAAAAAAEaw/SnDMsJzDbEQ/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-5409270451989598165</id><published>2010-10-15T20:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:21:04.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for the end of internship</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged at my personal blog.&lt;br /&gt;Share a little of my thoughts for the internship period at Design Spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start my internship, I kept saying I am having a bad life, I am upset with my life and everyone. I was pessimistic, I felt like I have lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of my internship, I complained about the hours, I complained about the food, the people etc. Until now, I still complain. I think it's human nature to complain when they go to unfamiliar country, after all we all think that our own country is always the best place to be at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to the end of internship and I realised I am no longer in a lost. I have waken up from that nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become more optimistic, I accept challenges, I face everything, no matter good or bad, with a smile and pleasant thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want to do more clearly, no longer in a mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This good place, good learning place, has made me grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of our journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhcS2QDniI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/KOfaMTFR2PI/s1600/37839_424967773928_555038928_4660948_2107140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528270021467545122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhcS2QDniI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/KOfaMTFR2PI/s400/37839_424967773928_555038928_4660948_2107140_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy's first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLha4gjUZNI/AAAAAAAAEZw/P8kN_X7Wpro/s1600/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528268469454529746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLha4gjUZNI/AAAAAAAAEZw/P8kN_X7Wpro/s400/DSC01176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy's last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528270029195530562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhcTTCjUUI/AAAAAAAAEaA/J5g2GOJQc04/s400/37839_424967783928_555038928_4660949_1196759_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528268466749660002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLha4WebW2I/AAAAAAAAEZo/iFt2Z2qN1mw/s400/DSC01182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo with Kawai-san, the boss of Design Spirits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the site with him before, I can feel that he wants to teach me things but he could not find the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Kawai-san, humourous boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528268457508600114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLha30DL-TI/AAAAAAAAEZg/Jc5xHPCyA7k/s400/DSC01087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528260824662183234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhT7heyjUI/AAAAAAAAEZY/LIGJC3L2jfA/s400/DSC01263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hungarian colleague, Dora.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528260823298583826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhT7cZrrRI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/zCEjUqayiSQ/s400/DSC01262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noisy girls in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandy&gt;Candy&gt;me&gt;LiXiang (I address her as "zeh" means "elder sister")&gt;Angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528260819190552162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhT7NGQFmI/AAAAAAAAEZI/An18ffM9xT4/s400/DSC01260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CHINESE in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top: Candy&gt;Sue Leng&gt;me&gt;LiXiang&gt;Sandy&gt;Angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom: Eka, Alfred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528260808123570114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhT6j3rV8I/AAAAAAAAEZA/7cdyczJ3Jfk/s400/DSC01236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Japanese supervisor: Mayu-san&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528260805396087570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhT6ZtZQxI/AAAAAAAAEY4/bp6htKfzjzU/s400/DSC01223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;This lady is the one who influenced me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day when I saw her, I thought she is a proud person who dislikes newbies. I was right, she really hates newbies hahaha. She hates newbies because she has to train the rookie all over again about the project she is handling. Any newbies that is asked to follow her, will get hell training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell training: Autocad, work overnight, skip lunch/dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get along well with her, I address her as "zeh" (cantonese term of elder sister), she sometimes call me "mui" (cantonese term of younger sister), "cow" (because I am very blur), or fullname (when she's angry or anxious about something).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I did not know that I can tolerate this stranger without venting my anger. I have never talked back, I listen to her every single instructions. Well of course, sometimes I still fool around and make her feel annoyed. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know she dotes on me too, I know she really treats me like her little sister. So whatever work she asks me to do, I will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She taught me not just about the work, also about life. She taught me how to face my life independently, know what I want, and some financial knowledge. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish is granted, this is the "zeh" I have been wishing for. I respect her and love her. I have a zillion of thanks for her but I do not know how to express. Even on the last day, we do not get the chance for a farewell hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can find time and chance to look up for her after I graduate. In front of her, I am a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we only know each other for 3 months, but the relationship we have is stronger than what I have with my own siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is my mentor-sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you so much, zeh. I will carry on with the mindset I have now and live my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-5409270451989598165?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5409270451989598165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-for-end-of-internship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5409270451989598165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5409270451989598165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-for-end-of-internship.html' title='Thoughts for the end of internship'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TLhcS2QDniI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/KOfaMTFR2PI/s72-c/37839_424967773928_555038928_4660948_2107140_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-4696343101766210404</id><published>2010-07-29T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:45:56.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>我看我是想家了，&lt;br /&gt;因为我无端端想哭，&lt;br /&gt;无端端想大笑，&lt;br /&gt;无端端想一个人躲起来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请神，照顾和看着我的老公和我的狗。&lt;br /&gt;让他们健康。&lt;br /&gt;我愿意，减寿，作以报答。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我恨透这个好假的世界。&lt;br /&gt;我不懂谁才是真心地对我。&lt;br /&gt;我只知道，&lt;br /&gt;我的老公很怜惜我，&lt;br /&gt;我的猪猪很爱我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;社会，恐怖，愚昧，愚蠢。&lt;br /&gt;家庭，也不见得多好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the world become?&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Am I also a hypocrite like the others, for my own benefit?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone worth my love and sacrifices?&lt;br /&gt;Should I only do things for my own benefit?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, fuck the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-4696343101766210404?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/4696343101766210404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/emotional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4696343101766210404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/4696343101766210404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3893472105990214674</id><published>2010-07-19T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:13:43.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily life blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TEM2MSkHTfI/AAAAAAAAETg/quve-UpGlkI/s1600/1we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TEM2MSkHTfI/AAAAAAAAETg/quve-UpGlkI/s400/1we.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495295555091779058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, I will be sharing my daily life at&lt;br /&gt;http://longmui-shortsandy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read from there about me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3893472105990214674?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3893472105990214674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/daily-life-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3893472105990214674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3893472105990214674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/daily-life-blog.html' title='Daily life blog'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TEM2MSkHTfI/AAAAAAAAETg/quve-UpGlkI/s72-c/1we.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2350507340553013028</id><published>2010-07-13T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:56:39.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rashes</title><content type='html'>What the hell is going on with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pimples and acne on my face. This just proves how dirty the place I am staying at is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago, my left thigh near buttock started to itch. I thought it was the dog's soft toy that I was sensitive to, so I did not bother much to the rashes, it was minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my right thigh starts to itch. My left hand too!&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go for a wedding dinner today. I wanted to tell Haw that I do not want to go because I feel that the rashes can worsen at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;I walked my dogs, realised that my feet started to itch, and I saw rashes AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the walk, Haw just came back from Malaysia and asked me to get prepared for the wedding dinner. I showed him my rashes on my feet and hand, he totally ignored and said it will be alright.&lt;em&gt; DAMN YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I carried on to get dressed up. I could not wear this and that, I have to cover my legs! The rashes is dead disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my palm, palm of my feet, my arms, ALLLLLLL MASSIVE BREAKOUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING NO. 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Photos can make you feel uneasy. Do not continue if you think you will get a heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING NO. 2&lt;/strong&gt;: If you are going to continue, the focus should be on the rashes, not my fats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtTKjrnEMI/AAAAAAAAERk/63KT2AmOzBA/s1600/38334_422688458928_555038928_4604420_3207764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493075611350405314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtTKjrnEMI/AAAAAAAAERk/63KT2AmOzBA/s400/38334_422688458928_555038928_4604420_3207764_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtSve00nBI/AAAAAAAAERc/Tq9JgvjLwOs/s1600/37872_422632908928_555038928_4603318_7159369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493075146190396434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtSve00nBI/AAAAAAAAERc/Tq9JgvjLwOs/s400/37872_422632908928_555038928_4603318_7159369_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtSu-vTfJI/AAAAAAAAERU/xDq14dKw-P8/s1600/37666_422634153928_555038928_4603347_33257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493075137577319570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtSu-vTfJI/AAAAAAAAERU/xDq14dKw-P8/s400/37666_422634153928_555038928_4603347_33257_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtSuWcL5gI/AAAAAAAAERM/OA7zJXlS69c/s1600/37550_422633793928_555038928_4603343_5336275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493075126759712258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtSuWcL5gI/AAAAAAAAERM/OA7zJXlS69c/s400/37550_422633793928_555038928_4603343_5336275_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtSuAu2nxI/AAAAAAAAERE/haYHiD8-dXY/s1600/34232_422633183928_555038928_4603324_6730226_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493075120932429586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtSuAu2nxI/AAAAAAAAERE/haYHiD8-dXY/s400/34232_422633183928_555038928_4603324_6730226_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtStv4SqFI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/IrwTDjWs0fc/s1600/34068_422635188928_555038928_4603395_2728978_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493075116408612946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtStv4SqFI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/IrwTDjWs0fc/s400/34068_422635188928_555038928_4603395_2728978_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They swell because I scratched them. Those red dots that do not swell is how it should look like. OH MY GAD TELL ME HOW TO STOP MY HANDS FROM TOUCHING THEM, I KEEP SCRATCHING! IT IS FUCKING KILLING ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor gave me anti-inflammatory cream for external apply and some tablets to consume. I have to take 5 tablets in the morning and 1 in the night. Apply the cream 5 times per day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAD! 5 TABLETS IS A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the anti-flammatory cream seriously does not help. It is making me feeling more itchy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regretted not taking mc from the doctor. He asked if I need but I said no. I have final submission on this coming Wednesday, I cannot concentrate on my work because my hands are obviously too busy scratching my whole body!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am going to see doctor AGAIN tomorrow to get a mc to cover my ass up for Wednesday submission. And I will request for calamine lotion myself before the doctor tries to be a smart alec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY &lt;strong&gt;FUCK&lt;/strong&gt; MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2350507340553013028?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2350507340553013028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/rashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2350507340553013028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2350507340553013028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/rashes.html' title='Rashes'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TDtTKjrnEMI/AAAAAAAAERk/63KT2AmOzBA/s72-c/38334_422688458928_555038928_4604420_3207764_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2474324571145480288</id><published>2010-07-11T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T03:52:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iphone pussy</title><content type='html'>Shouldn't guys be more sensitive to how their girls are feeling? Or they simply like to act dumb and stupid like a clown to make us laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the &lt;em&gt;second time&lt;/em&gt;, Mr Lee took my iPhone and surfed some websites again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time when I caught him, he hid from me. He covered the whole phone like as if he is covering for a woman he is seeing! I got pissed and I snatched my phone over, obviously I am no any stronger than him so I failed to retrieve my phone back. I told him it upsets me to see him hiding something from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His explanation to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm watching score for World Cup! If you know you will definitely scold and scold!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in an aggressive manner&lt;/strong&gt; as if I am fucking in the wrong to take back/look at my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, again. He took my phone and started browsing away. It was coincidental that I happened to peep at what he was looking. And again, he covered the whole phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO YOU FUCKING KNOW I DON'T LIKE THE WAY YOU ARE ACTING? YOU ARE ACTING AS THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING AFFAIR WITH SOME PUSSY AND IS TRYING TO HIDE FROM ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT'S WORSE WHEN THAT IS BLOODY MY PHONE!! NOT FUCKING YOUR PHONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at him to ask what the fuck was he looking, he responded vigorously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I said it's the score!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scolded, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"All along I know you are betting so is there a need to hide from me?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched off the television to let him know I am fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE CAN PRETEND NOTHING HAS HAPPENED! HE STILL CAN JOKE WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From today onwards, I swear I am not going to lend him my phone unless I am beside him concentrating on my phone as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I SWEAR I am going to &lt;em&gt;let him have a taste of his own medicine&lt;/em&gt;. I also will cover my phone if he wants to see what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER STOP ALL YOUR NONSENSE DOING AND MAKE ME FEELING PISSED FOR NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN IS A SENSITIVE CREATURE AND I DO FEEL THE PAIN WHEN YOU HIDE THINGS FROM ME, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT MAKES ME FEEL THAT YOU DON'T TRUST ME, THEREFORE YOU ARE NOT TRUSTWORTHY TO ME TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly fuck off to all these nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES I WROTE ABOUT YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me again and ask me what have I written on my blog. Pick a fight as you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2474324571145480288?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2474324571145480288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/iphone-pussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2474324571145480288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2474324571145480288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/iphone-pussy.html' title='iphone pussy'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2317166110644531143</id><published>2010-07-10T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:48:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Do you know I am mad happy already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for bursary in school and YES! IT'S A SUCCESS! They sent me a letter to inform upon collection of the bursary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY BUT NO! Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COLLECTION OF POLY BURSARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the Poly Bursary Voucher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will receiev a gift voucher. Please collect it from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venue: XXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Date/Time: XXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kindly bring along this letter with your identification card for verification. Any award not collected by XXXXX will be deemed as you do not wish to accept the Award. No reminder will be sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIFT VOUCHER??&lt;/span&gt; I thought is CASH MONEY?&lt;br /&gt;MY 1.2 K!!! IT TRANSFORMED INTO THAT PIECE OF VOUCHER???&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded by my course manager to apply for this bursary because it is 1.2 K. I told him that I want to wait for the TP/MOE bursary, he said it's only $900. So I decided to heed his advice to go for this bursary. And now what? VOUCHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not going to help me if it is really a voucher.&lt;br /&gt;I don't spend a shit in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Popular&lt;/span&gt;. I don't buy expensive stationaries!! I don't read so I won't be buying books. Yes, you want me to use 1.2k on CD-RAMA to buy disc? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't spend in any &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT shop&lt;/span&gt;. I have laptop, I have thumbdrive, I have what I need. 1.2k in IT shop???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe gift voucher meant some other thing. Maybe it can be exchanged where and what and turns back to cash money! That's going to help me for my oversea internship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GST Credits!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I went to sign up. It will go to my bank counting down to 9 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA I AM SO RICH NOW I HAVE 1.2K AND $900 AND MY SAVINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGG IS IT 4K TOTAL? HAHAHA I am not going to dream too much yet because that 1.2K might be a prank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I have school work that has been rejected repeatedly and feeling demoralised. But when the money issue is settled, I felt so much happier. I don't feel like crying already leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开心，不要再烦恼咯！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. 我不是疯婆子！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2317166110644531143?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2317166110644531143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2317166110644531143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2317166110644531143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-5720983454991185160</id><published>2010-07-04T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:29:05.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to go back to coping studies and work again.</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;em&gt;not happy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because I don't know how to feel contented with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because what I need to have cannot be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is poor, all she thinks of is money, has the tendency to become materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;When one is rich, all she thinks of is?? More bags, more shoes, more clothes, more parties, more guys, more bitches for high tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy you happiness. But without money, you can't get happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I am granted with a cosy little space, for me to sleep, for me to eat, for me to study.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually what I please for is very simple to fulfil in others' eyes, yet it is tough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dogs, not like I can leave this haunted place anytime I like.&lt;br /&gt;I am still studying, it's not easy to make money at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gosh, Mr Lee told me not to worry about money. In other words, he is going to support me. Yesterday when I mentioned about my school fees ($110++), phone bills for 2 months ($130++), things I need to buy ($60). &lt;it's&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began feeling stressed up, using a very aggressive tone to answer me. And I knew he is stressing up. I didn't wanna push him further so I kept quiet and thought of a solution myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do other than coping studies and work again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe I should go back to how I was like last year. I coped both my studies and work, I cope until I almost want to give up, and always stressing on money. I swear I hate that feeling. I can't buy anything I like. I can only buy for a reason of "need".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is going to be stressful, crying and tiring, I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am not saying Mr Lee is useless. He is a capable man who tries all ways to make me fortunate and happy. He is taking care of me inside out, both emotionally and physically. Whatever I have (which makes others misunderstand that I am some rich girl), is from Mr Lee. But if I were to rely on him fully, imagine how much things he has to carry on his shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再宽的肩膀，也抗不住太重的东西。&lt;br /&gt;勉强，只会让肩膀受伤。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-5720983454991185160?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5720983454991185160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-to-go-back-to-coping-studies-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5720983454991185160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5720983454991185160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-to-go-back-to-coping-studies-and.html' title='I have to go back to coping studies and work again.'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-7185248960497778246</id><published>2010-06-28T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:47:51.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday surprise</title><content type='html'>It's good that I still have readers. Though it gets lesser when I have decided not to badmouth too much about others, I am really curious of how my readers know whether I have updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime my blog is updated, the readers on that day will be higher than the day I did not blog. Problem is how my readers know whether I just updated? I felt so naked in front of my computer. Like as if they can see what emotions I am giving to my computer, what words I am typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright by the way, I want to talk about&lt;strong&gt; my birthday party&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am kinda idiotic to be saying this, but to those people who are not aware that my birthday is already celebrated, kindly finish reading this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th July BBQ will NOT be carry out&lt;/strong&gt; because my friends did a surprise birthday chalet for me and it has been celebrated. I am sorry for such sudden birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee and my friends planned this birthday for me. Shu Ting is the main organiser. I am sorry that I actually knew this party is held for me and I knew 80% of your words are white lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ting told me to go for her friend's birthday party with her because she does not have a companion. I promised her that I will go with her. She asked me to dress up nicely because the birthday girl is someone fashionable and all the people going are going to wear like as if they go for fashion parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suspect &lt;/span&gt;why will people dress up for chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - She asked me who I am going to invite to the Birthday party and forced me to write down in a list.&lt;br /&gt;At that point I already begin to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suspect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She also asked me what food I wish to have for my BBQ. After I wrote that whole list, she kept the paper. I realised the list was not with me until I reach home, and the suspicious percentage rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then many people started to ask me weird things. My birthday party that I set is on 10 July. My surprise birthday party that my friends set is on 26 June.&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?"&lt;br /&gt;"WHY DID YOU SET IT ON THURSDAY? GOT SCHOOL LEH!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE IS YOUR CHALET HELD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got mixed up by the date. They mixed my birthday's DAY with my friends' planned party's MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;10 JUNE = THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suspect&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this time when Shu Ting called me to look for Mr Lee to ask for his credit card number etc. WHATEVER IS THAT FOR? She can ask her friends to pay for her by their cards first, but why she ask Mr Lee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suspect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend tweeted about "Birthday surprise is coming soon."&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering who is it.&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suspect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my friend's house to help her with her blogshop. I saw her calender on the wall, "Mui's birthday" on 26th June. I had the urge to ask about the birthday. But when I know it's a surprise that was planned so long, I should not break it and make the organiser feel upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends hinted me about a birthday surprise numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ting also asked alot about my birthday attire. She asked me to bring so much things to the chalet when I told her I won't want to stay overnight because it's her friend's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. I was really happy when I knew I have such great friends and such good boyfriend to plan my birthday. But how, how do I act? &lt;strong&gt;I dread telling lies. &lt;/strong&gt;I don't know how to hold back my bad mood. Yes, I will have mood swing if something is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on 25th, Shu Ting told me when there's only two of us in the chalet house, that she planned this for me and in the end all the people that I want to invite could not come and all of them preferred to go for the birthday BBQ on 10th July, she told me she is pissed because the money is already spent on BBQ and chalet yet no one is turning up, only our clique - 7 girls. I was thinking, "You still want to continue to lie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee is coming on 26th, he went to have his hair done so that he will look good. Whatever is that for when there's only 7 girls whom he has met before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I was feeling stormed when Shu Ting said none of my friends wish to turn up. What have I done? Why no one wish to come to wish me a happy birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Yet on the other hand, I knew this is a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white lie&lt;/span&gt;. I kept thinking of the calender I saw at my friend's house, thinking of the hints that my friends blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sorry I pretended that I believe your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Shu Ting kept pushing me to do all the makeup and dress up nicely - for the sake of taking photos. &lt;em&gt;Why will I believe it's really for phototaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really moody. I was not really speaking. &lt;em&gt;Because I dread lying, I dread pretending.&lt;/em&gt; Especially when it's lying to my friends, unhappy to the maximum. So what can I do? I tried to force my friends to blurt out themselves so that I can be more happy and easy to face them. But they sealed their mouth so tightly that I really can hear all kinds of explanation from them for why the house must be decorated with balloons and banners when there's only 7 of us with a few of their boyfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw my first friend who is not supposed to be there, came with my present in her hand. I looked at Shu Ting and really hoping truth to come. Nope, this surprise is like a gem to her, she wanna keep it so that it will really be surprising for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - my uncle appeared. This time what else can Shu Ting say to cover? Finally she gave me that smile telling me that it's my birthday surprise. Only then I start to feel a little easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more came. Smile bigger and bigger, phew, I don't have to put up a show anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feared about something when I knew everything is as what I expect. &lt;em&gt;My mother.&lt;/em&gt; I ever said I wish my parents to wear a gold key pendent necklace for me on my 21st year old birthday, so if everything is just as expected, is my mother coming later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when more friends came, I was too busy entertaining them until that I forgot about what I was stressing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night, Mr Lee started barbequeing for us when many of my friends left. He went to put his parking coupon when the food is halfway cooked. I did not suspect much.&lt;br /&gt;When he is back, he told me to say the 3 words that I want to say. &lt;strong&gt;What 3 words? &lt;/strong&gt;I turned and I saw my mother. She was behaving normally, as if nothing is going on between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she passed me a red packet. I don't know what to do with her. Mr Lee forced us upstairs leaving the two of us, I told my mother that Mr Lee wants me to say sorry. Then she just walked away and said no need, there's no overnight feud between mother and child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There after the storm, there is still torns in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 girls and 2 boyfriends stayed over and we squeezed on 4 tiny beds.&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised we girls can just gather at anywhere to talk and we are very happy already. As long as there's food and drinks with us. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ting ah~ Paiseh ah~ Make you so tired. If your mother knows you resigned earlier because of my birthday, she sure use broom to chase me out of your house everytime she sees me. haha! I am sorry I lied with you. But we no shy no shame one right?! =D XOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-7185248960497778246?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7185248960497778246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-birthday-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7185248960497778246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7185248960497778246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-birthday-surprise.html' title='My birthday surprise'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2391224096731468646</id><published>2010-06-23T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:28:46.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bills&lt;/span&gt; I am reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title for next &lt;strong&gt;phone bill&lt;/strong&gt; gonna cost a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title for this semester &lt;strong&gt;school fee&lt;/strong&gt; costs $100++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title for &lt;strong&gt;food everyday&lt;/strong&gt; costs about $10 each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savings I have, is not even enough to cover for my Oversea Internship trip.&lt;br /&gt;I found a hostel to stay, which will cost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;each person $300 = RM700 every month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's MALAYSIA, KUALA LUMPUR. I don't understand why the figure is so high. The owner said the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utilities bill will cost at RM50-70 monthly PER PERSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse now is, we even have to &lt;strong&gt;merge units with the guys&lt;/strong&gt; because there isn't many Singapore students renting the units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is, &lt;strong&gt;I have no idea who the guys are&lt;/strong&gt;, yet we need to stay under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safety wise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Expensive items - if lost, I will sure pin-point at the two guys. And vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;2) Different sex - I really hate wearing bra at home. If I'm gonna stay with the guys, that means my bra will stick to my breasts for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;3) Hygience - Different people have their own habits and behaviour, imagine they messed the the place, eat and invites cockroaches (TOP HATE #01), there will sure be a dispute between me and them. And vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't have enough money for this Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna live on Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't wanna spend my hardearn money totally for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. No turning back. And I am sure I am very frustrated about it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2391224096731468646?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2391224096731468646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/kl-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2391224096731468646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2391224096731468646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/kl-trip.html' title='KL trip'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-8782340958941161556</id><published>2010-06-20T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:31:12.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers' Day? Ignore it.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Fathers' Day. I don't know if I should care about this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate my dad, I just find him detestable and sometimes irritating. He's nice because he will think of me and those staying in this house when he's out to buy food. He's not when he keeps thinking he's a smart ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I gave zhuzhu a soft toy. It was given not more than 3 hours. The moment he came back home, he assumed zhuzhu is eating the cotton wool and he threw away the soft toy without my permission. It's mine! &lt;strong&gt;At least he should bother to ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he likes to put up a show. He thinks I'm as dumb as those before, listen to him and don't have own brain to think what's right and what's not right. He talked to zhuzhu telling him to stop eating the cotton wool. But the problem is, this dog is mine, I know my dog very well whether he will swallow cotton wool, I brought him up and I trained him the moment he's brought into the home. Zhuzhu is a trained dog and he sure knows what I allow him to do and what I don't. I played with Zhuzhu for 2 hours with the soft toy, to let him know this is only for gaming, not for eating. Zhuzhu caught what I mean and played it well. My father simply wants to pretend he is damn smart, he thinks that all dogs are as dumb as his dog, baby. Eats cotton wool and gets himself choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO THE GUYS OUT THERE, PLEASE STOP ASSUMING. IT WON'T MAKE YOU ANY SMARTER YET TURNS YOU TO LOOK LIKE A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DUMBASS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever wanted to celebrate his birthday with him, he didn't seem to appreciate much, then why the fuck should I bother about this damn fathers' day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I tell him to go out to coffee shop to have dinner together, he will say NO NEED. But if I don't take any action, he will say I have no heart to celebrate Fathers' Day with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, you are so fickle-minded and hard to please. I'm not your servant to await for your order, to listen to your rejects when I offer, to listen to your rantings when I ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plan tomorrow, meeting my friends for steamboat and shopping. I can foresee what he will cry about when I am back home. He will be indirectly saying I have no heart to celebrate fathers' day with him, then say all the daughters are heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes can you think, is it your problem or our problem? I don't know how to please a person. I only do what I think is right. There's a limit to everyone's temper, you better not push it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Horrible, I wish I can afford to move out with my dogs and Mr Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-8782340958941161556?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8782340958941161556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-ignore-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8782340958941161556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8782340958941161556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-ignore-it.html' title='Fathers&apos; Day? 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/&gt;他不是看不到&lt;br /&gt;他只是装作看不到&lt;br /&gt;或者他根本不想看到&lt;br /&gt;你觉得自己很喜欢他&lt;br /&gt;甚至觉得再没有一个人可以像你那么喜欢他&lt;br /&gt;你用尽全力对他好&lt;br /&gt;把他看的比自己还重要&lt;br /&gt;有什么事情第一个就想到他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;联系不到他的时候你担心他担心的快疯了&lt;br /&gt;然而你有没有想过&lt;br /&gt;这并不在你的责任范围&lt;br /&gt;而且很有可能他是在躲着你&lt;br /&gt;他受不了你对他那么好&lt;br /&gt;不要一直发短信给他&lt;br /&gt;不要一直找他&lt;br /&gt;你也许只是想找他说说话&lt;br /&gt;你觉得那很正常不算苛求&lt;br /&gt;但是也许他并不这么想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记住你的想法不代表他的想法&lt;br /&gt;你是真的不求回报的在喜欢他吗&lt;br /&gt;你扪心自问一下&lt;br /&gt;你确定不用他回报什么吗&lt;br /&gt;那为什么你会难过&lt;br /&gt;若是真的一无所求&lt;br /&gt;你又怎么会觉得难过呢&lt;br /&gt;所以别觉得你那么爱他是伟大的&lt;br /&gt;也许她根本不在乎你怎么为他付出&lt;br /&gt;有时候你给他的爱或许是种负担&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这种负担只会让他更加想远离你&lt;br /&gt;因为他不想亏欠你&lt;br /&gt;别事事为他担心为他张罗&lt;br /&gt;你觉得他没有你不行&lt;br /&gt;你觉得别人做不到你那么完善&lt;br /&gt;但是你要清楚&lt;br /&gt;你不是他要的那个人&lt;br /&gt;你做的再完善也敌不过人家不做&lt;br /&gt;自然会有人为他担心为他着急&lt;br /&gt;不用你来费心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那个位置本来就不是你的&lt;br /&gt;你何必硬要挤上去呢&lt;br /&gt;也许曾经你们是相爱过的&lt;br /&gt;但是请记住那是曾经&lt;br /&gt;过去的就是过去了&lt;br /&gt;如果大家真的适合在一起&lt;br /&gt;那么当初就不会分开&lt;br /&gt;无论是谁提的分手都一样&lt;br /&gt;这段感情曾经就是存在破裂点的&lt;br /&gt;不管是谁错结果都是一个你们分开了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分开以后&lt;br /&gt;如果一方试图想挽回而另一方没有同意的话&lt;br /&gt;那么这段感情就是过去了&lt;br /&gt;他是理智的因为他已经明白了两个人不适合&lt;br /&gt;而你还一遍一遍的告诉自己&lt;br /&gt;你们当初如何如何相爱&lt;br /&gt;不可能那么容易就分手的&lt;br /&gt;这样只会让你更加难以放弃&lt;br /&gt;却不会让对方再次回头选择你&lt;br /&gt;除非大家都有意要和好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;否则你一个巴掌是不可能拍响的&lt;br /&gt;所以尽早打消这个念头吧&lt;br /&gt;至于他是不是有意我想你自己心里比谁都明白&lt;br /&gt;不要觉得自己有多可怜或者把自己弄的很可怜&lt;br /&gt;这样做一点意思也没有&lt;br /&gt;他不会因为你可怜而喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;你说道理你都懂只是你做不好&lt;br /&gt;不是你做不好是你不想做&lt;br /&gt;你不是怕忘记他你是怕他忘了你吧&lt;br /&gt;别说什么他离不开你的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实分明就是你离不开他&lt;br /&gt;他若是离不开你&lt;br /&gt;他就不会不要你&lt;br /&gt;整天死死巴着人家不放的人是你&lt;br /&gt;不懂事的人是你&lt;br /&gt;难道你没看出来吗&lt;br /&gt;喜欢他不是你的错&lt;br /&gt;想关心他不是你的错&lt;br /&gt;控制不住自己不是你的错&lt;br /&gt;但是那是你的方式&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻孩子．&lt;br /&gt;忘了吧．所有你留恋的．你回忆的．你拥有过的．&lt;br /&gt;那些．都已是记忆．&lt;br /&gt;缺失并不可怕．&lt;br /&gt;可怕的．是无法面对．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻孩子．&lt;br /&gt;勇敢看着镜子中的自己吧．&lt;br /&gt;这个悲伤软弱满面憔悴的自己．&lt;br /&gt;这也是你．成长中的你．&lt;br /&gt;这个你．正在逐渐死去．&lt;br /&gt;新的你．即将重生．&lt;br /&gt;找寻你的路．你的未来．&lt;br /&gt;你知道的．所有的浩劫．都是成长的祭奠．&lt;br /&gt;做最好的自己．即使．一个人．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻孩子．&lt;br /&gt;你无法轻易忘记放弃．是因为你付出过．&lt;br /&gt;付出了．她就会像柱子一样扎根在心．&lt;br /&gt;不要刻意去逃避．刻意忘记．那只会让你更痛苦．&lt;br /&gt;绕开这个柱子．寻找未来的幸福生活吧．&lt;br /&gt;那里．有你的理想．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻孩子．&lt;br /&gt;开始新的习惯吧．&lt;br /&gt;习惯．早上不再有人工闹铃．&lt;br /&gt;习惯．每天一个人生活．&lt;br /&gt;习惯．一个人过生日．一个人行走．&lt;br /&gt;你逃不掉．逃不掉的．&lt;br /&gt;那么．就勇敢面对．现实．&lt;br /&gt;现实是．她已离开．一切．画上了句点．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻孩子．&lt;br /&gt;好．好．尽情发泄吧．&lt;br /&gt;剥开自己的心．用文字．用声音．用所有能发泄的方式．&lt;br /&gt;泄完了．就要振作．&lt;br /&gt;看吧．你失去的．其实微不足道．&lt;br /&gt;还有那么多人关心着你．以不同的方式．&lt;br /&gt;所以．你并不孤独．&lt;br /&gt;正是这样的失去．让你看清现在所拥有的幸福．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻孩子．&lt;br /&gt;别哭．别再哭．&lt;br /&gt;不值得．真的．不值得了．&lt;br /&gt;把过去尘封吧．别委屈．别不甘心．别不接受．&lt;br /&gt;开始新的旅程吧．去遇见新的风景．新的际遇．&lt;br /&gt;做你该做的事吧．有很多事．等待着你完成呢．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻孩子．&lt;br /&gt;所有的人都对你有信心．&lt;br /&gt;所以．你也要充满信心．&lt;br /&gt;你是坚强的．积极的．乐观的．洒脱的．&lt;br /&gt;以前是．以后也会是．&lt;br /&gt;总有一天．那个活力无穷傻气无尽的女金刚会复活．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻孩子．&lt;br /&gt;生活褪去了曾有的颜色．暂时宁静．&lt;br /&gt;别沉沦在这片宁静里．那会毁掉你．&lt;br /&gt;你要明白．虽然残忍．但这个决定．足够正确．&lt;br /&gt;现在的生活．不是你想要的．&lt;br /&gt;为了你的理想．你必须学会适时放弃．&lt;br /&gt;给对方最好的关怀．就是．变的更好．更强大．更幸福．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我对你很好、很好、很好,&lt;br /&gt;你不需要、你无所谓、你不在乎，你不珍惜。。。。&lt;br /&gt;当某天，你被伤害，想起我。&lt;br /&gt;那时的我再也做不到像现在这样一如既往、不顾一切的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对你好了。。。&lt;br /&gt;因为那时的我，已经将你放低。。。。&lt;br /&gt;原来，放低一个人，最后是被对方逼出来的。。。。&lt;br /&gt;其实这个世界，真的没有非要谁不可，&lt;br /&gt;走自己的路，别回头&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-1463187127079434971</id><published>2010-06-13T17:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:15:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BIRTHday, not BURSTday, not BIRDday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;An English joke conversation with Mr Lee again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always don't understand why Taiwanese like to speak with American's accent whenever they try to speak English. A simple "Happy birthday" can be pronounced as "Happy BURSTday" by Taiwanese. Because they wanna emphasize on the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"r"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"th".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT AFTER ME NOW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY &lt;strong&gt;BER&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The af should be errrrrr and end with the "f". Not arrrrr(f).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese: Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Burstday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bird-day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*slap forehead*&lt;/em&gt; OMGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, "I don't understand, is it very hard to pronounce Happy Birthday? Why can't Taiwanese (in the drama) say Happy Birthday but say Happy &lt;strong&gt;BURST&lt;/strong&gt;day? Burst whose day to a birthday fellow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bird-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH? WHAT BIRD??? hahahahahahaha! 鸟节快乐?? People 生日快乐, you 鸟节快乐?&lt;br /&gt;(And I can't stop laughing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee felt paiseh and not willing to repeat after me when I teach him the correct way of saying "Happy Birthday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I remember there was this salesman who sells perfume, asked me and my group of girls if we wanna buy his perfume for people's BIRDday. HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPOT THE DIFFERENCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the explosion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gave burst to me&lt;/span&gt; 21 years ago. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I treat my burst day seriously&lt;/span&gt; because I treasure my life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love listening to burst day song.&lt;/span&gt; My family and friends had given me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the best burst day celebration&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the BIRD lovers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gave bird to me &lt;/span&gt;21 years ago. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I treat my bird day seriously&lt;/span&gt; because I treasure my life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love listening to bird day song&lt;/span&gt;. My family and friends had given me&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; the best bird day celebration&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the good birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gave birth to me&lt;/span&gt; 21 years ago. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I treat my birthday seriously&lt;/span&gt; because I treasure my life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love listening to birthday song.&lt;/span&gt; My family and friends had given me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the best birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-1463187127079434971?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1463187127079434971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-not-burstday-not-birdday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1463187127079434971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1463187127079434971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-not-burstday-not-birdday.html' title='Happy BIRTHday, not BURSTday, not BIRDday.'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-5747658695327918133</id><published>2010-06-10T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:49:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice taxi driver</title><content type='html'>Kind-hearted souls are all around. I appreciate to see helpful people who do not ask for any return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hereby I wanna compliment this taxi driver, he is the best taxi driver I have never met in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys remember, I ever cursed one of the taxi driver, a very rude driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the nice driver and the rude driver are from the same company, driving a blue car and they are from "Comfort".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 4th June, I stayed in my school till 11.30pm. Another of my friend, Shi Tong, she's supposed to take the same bus back to Woodlands with me. The last bus to Woodlands is at 11:43pm at one of the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried that I cannot catch the last bus, so we decided to take cab to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got onto this nice taxi driver's car, he asked us where we are going. I told him we need to catch the last bus because we don't wanna spend money for the long travel distance by cab, it will cost a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually if the driver is out to cheat your money, after hearing such statement, he should be driving us around to con more money according to his meter right? This driver did not do that. He quickly took us to the bus stop, I checked my phone time, it is 11:46pm, I thought I have missed the bus. But the driver told me it's only 11:42pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna take the risk, but I already paid the cab money. So I tried to be thick-skinned and asked the driver if he is alright to continue the trip for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very kancheong with us. He worried that we might not catch the last bus.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yes of course, get on the car, quick, I don't want you girls to miss the bus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only paid him $3.90 for the first ride. He gave me my change of $6.10 and I grabbed in my hands, waiting to give him all the money once I alight at another bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took us to Ikea bus stop. He wanted us to confirm with him that we definitely can catch the last bus from that bus stop. I think he has the intention to fetch us back to Woodlands if we tell him we might have missed the last bus from that bus stop already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologised to the nice taxi driver and opened my hands, wanting him to take the cash from my palm. He said, "No no no girls, get down now otherwise you will miss the bus! It's ok girls, I just want you all to catch the last bus."&lt;br /&gt;Shi Tong and I were trying to persuade him to take the money because we felt really bad. Is like taking advantage of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we alighted. I did not pay him more because he turned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Tong started to search her pockets.&lt;br /&gt;"My phone...?" She stumbled.&lt;br /&gt;And the bus 168 was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got onto the bus and she said she dropped the phone in the taxi. I was not worried at all because I knew the driver will not take it. Then she told me, "I am not worried about the driver too, I'm worried about the next passenger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like there's a loud thunder and storm suddenly. I used my phone to call many people to check for the comfort company hotline. But we saw one comfort car drove pass us so we got the hotline that is advertised on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called numerous times but no one picked up. I messaged to Shi Tong's handphone, asking the nice driver to contact me if he happened to read my message. No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we could not get the phone back..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, Shi Tong called me and told me that she managed to contact the comfort company. They transfer the line to the nice taxi driver! The driver told Shi Tong that she was lucky because the passenger returned the phone to him the moment the passenger got onto his cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His car plate number is SHA3587D.&lt;br /&gt;He is an Indian man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mr taxi driver, I wanna tell you I am really grateful for what you did. You are the nicest taxi driver I have ever met. You are caring and very honest. I don't know what to say to thank you. Thank you very much. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-5747658695327918133?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5747658695327918133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/nice-taxi-driver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5747658695327918133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5747658695327918133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/nice-taxi-driver.html' title='Nice taxi driver'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-6782736391788976892</id><published>2010-06-07T01:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:48:39.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs and wants</title><content type='html'>If one day money fall from the sky, I will catch, I will grab, I will use vacuum cleaner to suck all the money and get away with this poor life, this pauper's life, this poverty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need so much money to satisfy my needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a good hairdo. Perm or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rebond&lt;/span&gt; it, give a nice colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.sinaimg.cn/book/daSmeirongsuibi/excerpt/sz/2008-09-24/U135P112T3D244749F48DT20080927110046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i3.sinaimg.cn/book/daSmeirongsuibi/excerpt/sz/2008-09-24/U135P112T3D244749F48DT20080927110046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30PRmkOl4ro/Scdx5EJGo-I/AAAAAAAAL98/ijKJgV93Iug/s400/Long+Straight+Haircuts+Hairstyles+for+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30PRmkOl4ro/Scdx5EJGo-I/AAAAAAAAL98/ijKJgV93Iug/s400/Long+Straight+Haircuts+Hairstyles+for+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something to KILL my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eye bags&lt;/span&gt; and dark circles.&lt;br /&gt;I need to remove my black heads on the nose.&lt;br /&gt;FACIAL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put braces for my teeth. I want a nice smile and good jawline like Jessica Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teethwhiteningreviews.com/images/alba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 512px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.teethwhiteningreviews.com/images/alba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want lots and lots of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; fake eyelashes.&lt;a href="http://www.jolyndirect.co.uk/zencart/images/False%20Eyelashes%20Diamonte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 465px; HEIGHT: 497px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.jolyndirect.co.uk/zencart/images/False%20Eyelashes%20Diamonte.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tutorial&lt;/span&gt;: Get such eyelashes if you want your eyelashes to look natural. Cross type eyelashes do not make your eyes look more natural than this type. Notice this is a bit of cross type but it did not cross at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want many many lip gloss. Give that sexy smile. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt; MY TEETH ARE IN LINE!!&lt;br /&gt;Nude, pinkish, golden, orange ALL I WANT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-xkXZZkhM0/SaTWHVfyDTI/AAAAAAAAG7I/EVlK2uJWHNU/s400/Lip+Gloss+Set3_new.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-xkXZZkhM0/SaTWHVfyDTI/AAAAAAAAG7I/EVlK2uJWHNU/s400/Lip+Gloss+Set3_new.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy my whole set of facial products. My toner, moisturiser, sun screen... Why can't it be refilled by itself???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do jawline surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Nu Bra. I wonder how it is like to be wearing that! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cybernetplaza.com/images/itempics/nu_bra_alt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.cybernetplaza.com/images/itempics/nu_bra_alt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want many new bras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, this is crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/mediaFiles/picture/62606/556329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 410px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/mediaFiles/picture/62606/556329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want many undies. Recently I have thrown away more than 3 eh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want nice necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebrityinspirations.com/wp-content/uploads/paris-hilton-bow-necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 508px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.celebrityinspirations.com/wp-content/uploads/paris-hilton-bow-necklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi you Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want lots of clothes!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn angry with this, this blog spree &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CLOSEEEED&lt;/span&gt; LONG AGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn3.ioffer.com/img/item/123/985/031/Ji1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 459px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cdn3.ioffer.com/img/item/123/985/031/Ji1s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3750673567_aac8b806e0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 451px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3750673567_aac8b806e0_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAvdowdvmdI/AAAAAAAAEPo/czdwF-ef1l0/s1600/0006e5pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479717063900502482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAvdowdvmdI/AAAAAAAAEPo/czdwF-ef1l0/s400/0006e5pc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAvdorPhjHI/AAAAAAAAEPg/aBTdTrrN5JQ/s1600/0006fxe0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479717062498684018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAvdorPhjHI/AAAAAAAAEPg/aBTdTrrN5JQ/s400/0006fxe0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAvdocp07cI/AAAAAAAAEPY/JpZoSYTD9mA/s1600/00069px7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479717058582474178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAvdocp07cI/AAAAAAAAEPY/JpZoSYTD9mA/s400/00069px7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAvdn1o7gZI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/lz_Nnyqy-lY/s1600/0005xt14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479717048109728146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAvdn1o7gZI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/lz_Nnyqy-lY/s400/0005xt14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking in love with these butterfly sleeves top!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/saintadele/AUDREYBLACK1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 454px; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/saintadele/AUDREYBLACK1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refinery29.com/img/crop-top-03-10-09-r29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.refinery29.com/img/crop-top-03-10-09-r29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CHIOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; cropped top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want lots of accessories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foot chain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black Ear sticks.... To make sure all my ear piercings have at least something in it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earrings....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a watch! Damn! My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DKNY&lt;/span&gt; one and only watch has stopped since last year and I haven't brought it to repair yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want many shoes! I need sandals, I need covered shoes, I need boots....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I hate heels now. Not that I hate heels, but I hate my calves muscles to look so big when I wear heels. The muscles will be "cramped" together and look very stiff and big, like as if one kick to a person can kill! I only wear heels when I wear long pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new phone - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpack - worn safe to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, must be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handbag..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small sling bag..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new wallet. My wallet's sides are all peeled off, damn ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose weight. My cheeks. My tummy. My arms. My pi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gu&lt;/span&gt;. My legs. Get me a surgical operation!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which girl in the world will find her wardrobe has too many clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which girl in the world will find her shoe rack has too many shoes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which girl in the world will think she has too many bags?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop thinking of all these shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! I AM STUPID IF I DON'T BUY ANYTHING WITHIN THIS PERIOD! GO GO GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower me with money please. Cash money. $1000 notes only. Singapore dollar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-6782736391788976892?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6782736391788976892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/needs-and-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6782736391788976892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6782736391788976892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/06/needs-and-wants.html' title='Needs and wants'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30PRmkOl4ro/Scdx5EJGo-I/AAAAAAAAL98/ijKJgV93Iug/s72-c/Long+Straight+Haircuts+Hairstyles+for+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-562751180255224982</id><published>2010-06-01T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T02:43:56.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Babies</title><content type='html'>All the May Babies. It's the brokest month ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes her name is May.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt she is born in May.&lt;br /&gt;Hi May. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479349037790648002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqO60Xj1sI/AAAAAAAAENY/eR3FK4nC8dk/s400/31351_401281408928_555038928_4069842_2612508_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her luxurious cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479347808008299362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqNzPEmY2I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/dDEjmveKxEk/s400/31509_386502052042_599492042_4096948_5409955_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479347801153945794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqNy1iZQMI/AAAAAAAAEMI/-lTh9n93byQ/s400/31509_386503477042_599492042_4096980_4825712_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy entertaining two kids. They ain't as irritating as those who scream and shout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY MR LEE, I ALSO WILL SAYANG KIDS ONE, YOU KNOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479351565530465938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRN87shpI/AAAAAAAAEOo/buti8WEa42I/s400/30698_1376994578857_1051631349_1109358_5226072_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479351559446437410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRNmRJniI/AAAAAAAAEOg/dSxZO58FpMk/s400/30698_1376994618858_1051631349_1109359_2724737_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479351555655575250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRNYJVptI/AAAAAAAAEOY/KvKlyMAbrlE/s400/30698_1376994658859_1051631349_1109360_1203114_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRNYJVptI/AAAAAAAAEOY/KvKlyMAbrlE/s1600/30698_1376994658859_1051631349_1109360_1203114_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bed advertisement???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRYxHN2WI/AAAAAAAAEPA/nwGMnI14wi4/s1600/30698_1376992858814_1051631349_1109321_5663152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479351751336122722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRYxHN2WI/AAAAAAAAEPA/nwGMnI14wi4/s400/30698_1376992858814_1051631349_1109321_5663152_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRNYJVptI/AAAAAAAAEOY/KvKlyMAbrlE/s1600/30698_1376994658859_1051631349_1109360_1203114_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wanna kiss you, Shu Ting."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"EEYER GO AWAY!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"=("&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WASN'T DRUNK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqROuxudyI/AAAAAAAAEO4/fcPKDypEO0c/s1600/30698_1376992978817_1051631349_1109323_7871495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479351578910422818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqROuxudyI/AAAAAAAAEO4/fcPKDypEO0c/s400/30698_1376992978817_1051631349_1109323_7871495_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the never ending photos. The small girl has really bad phototaking skills. So are the BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479348324482361666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqORTFnKUI/AAAAAAAAENA/bsFyqMR8YUQ/s400/31351_401281478928_555038928_4069855_784592_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqQT0FnGdI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/Gn_Sytdkr74/s1600/30698_1376994738861_1051631349_1109362_3408650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479350566723721682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqQT0FnGdI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/Gn_Sytdkr74/s400/30698_1376994738861_1051631349_1109362_3408650_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqQTXrcheI/AAAAAAAAEOI/8JXyMsNXj0E/s1600/30698_1376994978867_1051631349_1109367_6800987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479350559097783778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqQTXrcheI/AAAAAAAAEOI/8JXyMsNXj0E/s400/30698_1376994978867_1051631349_1109367_6800987_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqQTGRQSlI/AAAAAAAAEOA/l6_ryNRxi3Q/s1600/30698_1376995018868_1051631349_1109368_6219339_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479350554424527442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqQTGRQSlI/AAAAAAAAEOA/l6_ryNRxi3Q/s400/30698_1376995018868_1051631349_1109368_6219339_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqQSYcfINI/AAAAAAAAENw/QaihHcpHdcQ/s1600/30698_1376995178872_1051631349_1109372_2018027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479350542123606226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqQSYcfINI/AAAAAAAAENw/QaihHcpHdcQ/s400/30698_1376995178872_1051631349_1109372_2018027_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May looks skinny but I swear to the god, she is not. Carry one leg only I feel like I'm carrying 5 textbooks. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479349051686785346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqO7oIqEUI/AAAAAAAAENo/31GqOJHSlbA/s400/30698_1376995218873_1051631349_1109373_5887695_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479349047732089090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqO7ZZyMQI/AAAAAAAAENg/diVoAVcEMyU/s400/30698_1376995298875_1051631349_1109375_3869871_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479349035746436738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqO6swLpoI/AAAAAAAAENQ/KxeSdtUP8FI/s400/31351_401281438928_555038928_4069847_2728301_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479349027619856514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqO6Oep4II/AAAAAAAAENI/RM2NnFrEWI4/s400/31351_401281448928_555038928_4069849_6407524_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479348320647497442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqOREzTxuI/AAAAAAAAEM4/lFQ0wIyQSBA/s400/31351_401281528928_555038928_4069863_1430100_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479347793154717746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqNyXvOuDI/AAAAAAAAEMA/vk7ZEMuMvrI/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time pass, I felt damn sian. And I asked them to go for barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479348316568723202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqOQ1m2nwI/AAAAAAAAEMw/bR1gEH0kqSs/s400/31351_401281568928_555038928_4069870_3842615_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479348310982213714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqOQgy7QFI/AAAAAAAAEMo/uVGUFYpZ7K4/s400/31351_401281583928_555038928_4069871_4201341_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479348306164627698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqOQO2UuPI/AAAAAAAAEMg/TNl8lrnXMzc/s400/31351_401281598928_555038928_4069873_3258491_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479347811434362290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqNzb1b9bI/AAAAAAAAEMY/azT6dCFvG3s/s400/31351_401281608928_555038928_4069875_5375865_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you called yourself A MAN, do something during the barbeque. Sitting one side, waiting for the cooked food to be done/served to your front, this just makes you look like a cripple. Nope, those food weren't meant for you, if you seriously wanna eat, get your ass out of the bench and do something. NOT KEEPING YOUR HANDS UNDER YOUR UNDERARM AND WAITING FOR THE SMOKE TO BLOW AND STEAM THE FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479347788714847074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqNyHMrq2I/AAAAAAAAEL4/AgE5M7qtAFo/s400/bbq.bmp" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EEK, I DON'T LIKE HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, Ice cream as breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRORMWGTI/AAAAAAAAEOw/01xBB_uXwdI/s1600/30698_1376994538856_1051631349_1109357_7863308_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479351570969008434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqRORMWGTI/AAAAAAAAEOw/01xBB_uXwdI/s400/30698_1376994538856_1051631349_1109357_7863308_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Teng's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes she's a young mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a baby girl inside her tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hubby is rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479347282055608850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqNUnvtOhI/AAAAAAAAELo/6jDaiVD_avM/s400/30265_402454473928_555038928_4091734_5792046_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479347277559147602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqNUW_qrFI/AAAAAAAAELg/LJNDFqz16tQ/s400/30265_402454478928_555038928_4091735_3686331_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479347268540681570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqNT1ZfzWI/AAAAAAAAELY/NwJRm1svn-M/s400/30265_402454488928_555038928_4091736_5094016_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab027c3eecb97295" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab027c3eecb97295%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947151%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15B5AFA155B7B6689D838DCAB01AFFDF4DF2E2E6.44A195B301AF2457E356F510FA35175012ACD703%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab027c3eecb97295%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1hq0xnZmpCaSxf5iWbAEtL8JChk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab027c3eecb97295%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329947151%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15B5AFA155B7B6689D838DCAB01AFFDF4DF2E2E6.44A195B301AF2457E356F510FA35175012ACD703%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab027c3eecb97295%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1hq0xnZmpCaSxf5iWbAEtL8JChk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her champaign popped once by accident- $300++.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the waiter brought another $300++ champagn over. POP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One hut - $300++.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two huts - $600++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAKE + FOOD + LIQUOR = GUESS THE PRICE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a really expensive 21 year old birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy for her, but I DAMN JEALOUS. hahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I went to Underwater World with Mr Lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479346627029435538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqMuflTBJI/AAAAAAAAELQ/DO8IDud2M-g/s400/DSC00679.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479346616223457506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqMt3U84OI/AAAAAAAAELI/1Te-VsHCPlE/s400/DSC00681.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479346606000149874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqMtRPhlXI/AAAAAAAAELA/aDv2vLwzqus/s400/DSC00689.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously wish to squeeze these jellyfishes. So near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479346600355772034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqMs8NzNoI/AAAAAAAAEK4/pxSeVmWsDE8/s400/DSC00702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479346592695530274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqMsfrdMyI/AAAAAAAAEKw/70VEfkxP9AA/s400/DSC00704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479345782049036034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqL9TyRVwI/AAAAAAAAEKo/T6bMFAw5pJg/s400/DSC00706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479345775965745554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqL89H5sZI/AAAAAAAAEKg/EKIxz--vheI/s400/DSC00727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479345768055750434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqL8fqAvyI/AAAAAAAAEKY/YovIgTUtTWs/s400/DSC00728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pretends that the fish is trying to bite him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479345758397207122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqL77rPElI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/LolPGm2wm4g/s400/DSC00734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479344871455541138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqLITj3R5I/AAAAAAAAEKA/qLQY39LKFUs/s400/DSC00735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE ASKS ME TO PRETEND TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479344095181118562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqKbHtnnGI/AAAAAAAAEJw/0N7OV-00ufM/s400/DSC00744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo. We both look so loving and sweet! Thank the ninhon (japanese girl) for snapping this photo for us! You are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479344863085670098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqLH0YVLtI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/wCOZ-s3YIr0/s400/DSC00741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138132799778130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAZBm3wNbVI/AAAAAAAAEJA/I_3EejQaw8c/s400/DSC00748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138124700684706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAZBmZlPEaI/AAAAAAAAEI4/orGbQcNo9rI/s400/DSC00749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138121336680130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAZBmNDMbsI/AAAAAAAAEIw/FcSO7-r9puU/s400/DSC00764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138110924657090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAZBlmQxkcI/AAAAAAAAEIo/3hnXTZrc0j4/s400/DSC00765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu Hui's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a June baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is meant to be a surprise party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was kept in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this starts the topic of our gossip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Whose birthday is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAKE YOURSELF THE GUEST IF YOU ARE THE GUEST, DON'T TRY TO OVERRIDE THE MAIN ROLE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gift from me and Shu Ting. Hey, kill me ok. This is triple the price of my cheap skate Guess wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478138101455304706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAZBlC_GuAI/AAAAAAAAEIg/9a4z7rOycWQ/s400/30690_395007771853_662481853_4752985_6237168_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate her heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478135583996490178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY_SguJscI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/ufN_Cy-KSj4/s400/31086_1404398343934_1051631349_1177000_1645037_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478135580470225474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY_STlbKkI/AAAAAAAAEII/RgFeWborc-A/s400/31086_1404402824046_1051631349_1177018_2210575_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478135591522048114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY_S8wYmHI/AAAAAAAAEIY/Hrzav9lzg9k/s400/31086_1404389303708_1051631349_1176933_86649_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE BIRTHDAY GIRL AND SHE IS REALLY GORGEOUS, HARDWORKING AND FILIAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH GUYS....... ARE YOU ALL BLIND................ SUCH A NICE GIRL IS HERE, PLEASE LOVE HER.......... DATE HER NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478135569986488178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY_Rsh6B3I/AAAAAAAAEH4/-l-bks5vw3o/s400/30690_394997636853_662481853_4752714_6394449_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478135579407231090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY_SPn_KHI/AAAAAAAAEIA/Y7UlP-46dHc/s400/30690_394955881853_662481853_4751557_2785684_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478134605922051714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY-ZlHCJoI/AAAAAAAAEHw/_JLDWu7XdB4/s400/30690_394956001853_662481853_4751572_7223470_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478134604185272914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY-Zeo9AlI/AAAAAAAAEHo/RBcWXHtqrrk/s400/29115_426678392078_558002078_5430181_12452_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478134596871923378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY-ZDZUJrI/AAAAAAAAEHg/ZMo16TP1H9o/s400/31240_394731721853_662481853_4742635_6881187_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B &amp;amp; J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yi Ting's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asking them to gamble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asking them to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was... What was I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Eating away to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478134593012026930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY-Y1BCzjI/AAAAAAAAEHY/23RgjgFHonU/s400/DSC00930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478134578958554194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAY-YAqb1FI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/7P8xo7OiaXk/s400/DSC00941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's loved with her 5 years relationship boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are all 21 year old and I wish them a successful future ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is a rest month. Pocket should not tear again. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-562751180255224982?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/562751180255224982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/562751180255224982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/562751180255224982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-babies.html' title='May Babies'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/TAqO60Xj1sI/AAAAAAAAENY/eR3FK4nC8dk/s72-c/31351_401281408928_555038928_4069842_2612508_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2707667943789843402</id><published>2010-05-28T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:05:27.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with these days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Neglecting much of my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't been mentioning the hottest news that everyone wishes to hear?&lt;br /&gt;Not even about my own life??&lt;br /&gt;Tweet not blogging????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SI MI DAI JI......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is such a good way of expressing yourself. You can have multiple feelings and emotions at different hour. This hour you are laughing, next hour you might be crying. You wish to voice out loud to the world, but too bad, you just blogged about you were happy one hour ago, can't be blogging again saying now you are sadly crying? Next moment you wanna say you are seeing red??? It makes you so stupid right? Keep posting and posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not you just tweet. Twitter is sooooo good. One thing bad about is that you might be disturbing your friends' wall page when you are ranting. I can chant up to 10 posts within a minute. Imagine your friend, logging in and saw the whole chunk of shit, cursing and swearing, I can guarantee you that you are spoiling their mood also. Don't you know that anger is contagious???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't wanna blog. Where do I find the time to blog? Tomorrow is &lt;em&gt;Vesak Day&lt;/em&gt;. Hi, happy day to the Indians, happy day for us too because we simply love public holiday to fall on weekdays, AGREE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in design school, every week's submission usually fall on the last day of the week, which is usually on the Thursday or Friday. I have submitted mine today, Friday is the holy Vesak Day. I can blog and shit and watch Donnie Yen's movies and dramas as many as I want, as long as I like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does all the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot news&lt;/span&gt; goes to? We just simply love to see how you going to insult those people who you hate! We just wanna know who is the next victim! Are we the ones?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I already learned my lesson. I think it's not right to blog bad thing about someone no matter how close you are related to the person. It can bring them huge emotional attack!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually what really makes me refrain from talking bad about someone is, I think human beings make mistakes, there is no need to bring them down just by spoiling their reputation. No one feels good when they are doing something wrong/bad. One day they will realise they are such bitches/bastards. Save my breath to be cursing here. I still prefer to ruin them by sharing my stories verbally! HAHAHA! Damn, I am still a gossiper la! Nobody changes overnight! MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about my own life?? SHARE LEH!&lt;br /&gt;What you wanna know? My relationship going with Mr Lee? I won't blog much if nothing horrible happens right?? I seldom blog about pure happiness, the most I will blog about the sarcasm of me and him! These days we are just the pair of loving birds, chirping and flying, kissing and feeding each other with saliva. LOVEY-DOVEY~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475995693008804850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S_6lEdlb2_I/AAAAAAAAEHA/CLUrRl3VqRo/s400/DSC00741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to Underwater World! Mr Lee was a first time visitor and he was so excited and happy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what?? My dogs?? Then I need to post so many photos again?? It will take donkey years??? Ah zhu is doing well. He still likes to chew on his right front leg and makes it bleed. URGHHH I just applied a thick layer of cream on his injured part. He still hates my dad's dog, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Ah tian is doing well. These days she likes to bring food to the bathroom to eat. I guess she still hates her sleeping area to be dirty! She's sucha clean and adorable doggie. She's like my daughter-in-law, controling my zhu zhu well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475995701535661250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S_6lE9WZXMI/AAAAAAAAEHI/UIuYwdr5qbM/s400/Photo1732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are always fighting for me. hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family??? This is what's called the hottest?? Pregnancy?? Quarrels?? Results failing?? ETC??&lt;br /&gt;眼不见为净! I want my heart to continue pumping, I want my skin to be tender and soft, I want my mood to be happy everyday.... I don't give a damn to what's happening to my family already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends?????? They are the best gifts from god. Without them, my live is really empty. My classmates make me feel that I am important to them, my good friends make me feel that they wanna be part of my life. &lt;strong&gt;YES I LOVE YOU ALL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; If I am rich, I will be treating them to feasts and feasts!!! Sorry your friend is just born a pauper. PAUPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will post more on birthdays. May babies so many many and I almost died paying for the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the month May. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2707667943789843402?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2707667943789843402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-with-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2707667943789843402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2707667943789843402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-with-these-days.html' title='What&apos;s with these days...'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S_6lEdlb2_I/AAAAAAAAEHA/CLUrRl3VqRo/s72-c/DSC00741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-9163676491813985800</id><published>2010-05-25T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:16:49.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>黄小琥 - 没那麽简单</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G4_hhPM-6RU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G4_hhPM-6RU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黄小琥 - 没那麽简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词:姚若龙 作曲:萧煌奇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没那麽简单 就能找到 聊得来的伴&lt;br /&gt;尤其是在 看过了那麽多的背叛&lt;br /&gt;总是不安 只好强悍&lt;br /&gt;谁谋杀了我的浪漫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没那麽简单 就能去爱 别的全不看&lt;br /&gt;变得实际 也许好也许坏各一半&lt;br /&gt;不爱孤单 一久也习惯&lt;br /&gt;不用担心谁 也不用被谁管&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉快乐就忙东忙西&lt;br /&gt;感觉累了就放空自己&lt;br /&gt;别人说的话 随便听一听 自己做决定&lt;br /&gt;不想拥有太多情绪&lt;br /&gt;一杯红酒配电影&lt;br /&gt;在周末晚上 关上了手机 舒服窝在沙发里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相爱没有那麽容易 每个人有他的脾气&lt;br /&gt;过了爱做梦的年纪 轰轰烈烈不如平静&lt;br /&gt;幸福没有那麽容易 才会特别让人着迷&lt;br /&gt;什麽都不懂的年纪&lt;br /&gt;曾经最掏心 所以最开心 曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念最伤心 但却最动心 的记忆 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very very meaningful song. I repeat playing thousand times. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you ah Haw for giving in to me more than anyone else in this world. The one who loves me the most in this world, definitely is you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: Haiya my money going to used up all. I must think of a way to make money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haw: I can't send you money when you are at KL meh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: Why must I take your money?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haw: Because you are my....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(my heart bing bing bong bong, I thought he's gonna be so sweet this time. Well we seldom sweet talk, because I am too tough.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haw: (continue..) Kukumalu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought he's gonna say my lao po. But it's ok, because this is my Mr Lee. Hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-9163676491813985800?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/9163676491813985800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/9163676491813985800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/9163676491813985800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='黄小琥 - 没那麽简单'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-434702120333910887</id><published>2010-05-21T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:53:39.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or hate</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda see through more. I'm kinda know things more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngsters like to draw a clean line between hate and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you wholeheartedly, but if you betray, hate you to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also make it clean and clear. What's the point? Now I think back, really, what is the point to make them so clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate that person because you once loved him/her. You love that person because you once hated him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't wanna be cheated or betrayed by the one you loved. But if they chose to do that, does that mean all the sacrifices you made for them is worthless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate should be balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you hated that person, have you ever once loved him/her?&lt;br /&gt;If you do, why must you make yourself feel so tragically lonely to be hating those that you actually love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love or hate them, it's my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I make myself more happy or more upset, it's my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate them, so I must make them sorry? After they are punished, will I be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just do my part to love those that I love. Whatever they have done wrong, advise them will do, choices are theirs, they make their own decision. I can't decide for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it, mUi. Though I am now very lost, I am thinking through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*If now I met an accident, I will not struggle to live. Doctors said it's the determination of the patient that make them alive again. No, I will not struggle. I have lost the will to survive. I am still living because I still have those who want me to be with them. However, that is not powerful enough to make me wanna stay strong and live on. I leave how my life should be. If death is coming near, I will not fight to live, I will leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-434702120333910887?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/434702120333910887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-or-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/434702120333910887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/434702120333910887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-or-hate.html' title='Love or hate'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3790636753343334888</id><published>2010-05-18T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:36:25.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Lee loves me.</title><content type='html'>Ah haw Ah haw, love me, sayang me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was treated like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat or lie down at cushioned place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee bought me food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee bought me medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee brought me water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee sayang my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee cannot sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee pad on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeeee January quarrel until wanna break up.&lt;br /&gt;February onwards showed improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is ah mUi throw temper, Mr Lee catch.&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves me the most is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3790636753343334888?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3790636753343334888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr-lee-loves-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3790636753343334888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3790636753343334888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr-lee-loves-me.html' title='Mr Lee loves me.'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-6493079468692676891</id><published>2010-05-17T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:48:07.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnie Yen &lt;心……痛&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Donnie Yen was upset over the rumours about him being disrespectful to Wing Chun and other people accused him of deleting certain parts of film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donnie Yen's mother is a WuShu master, he sure learned about the spirit of martial arts. WHY WILL HE DISRESPECT! ALAMAK OPEN YOUR TIAP SAI EYES LA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing the film isn't Donnie Yen's job. In Ip Man, he only acts and discuss about actions. TO DELETE OR EDIT A FILM, WHOSE JOB??? DIRECTOR OR EDITOR RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MUM GIVES BIRTH TO YOU YET YOU ASKED YOUR DAD IF HIS WOMB HURTS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“贵在中和，不争之争"&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Donnie Yen learned alot from Ip Man. He became more firm and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I found the post he wrote about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_472b64f90100i3e7.html#comment28"&gt;http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_472b64f90100i3e7.html#comment28&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I copied the text here. Sorry Donnie Yen, did this without his permission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S_Fk_HCJPKI/AAAAAAAAEG4/XouS-67AJcU/s1600/472b64f9t86a4a0e0812a%26690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472266057614441634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S_Fk_HCJPKI/AAAAAAAAEG4/XouS-67AJcU/s400/472b64f9t86a4a0e0812a%26690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are soooo. Cute. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;心……痛&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近日的風雨，實在是太多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拍電影《葉問》，我為了演繹出一代宗師葉問的風采，所付出的時間和精力，不足為外人道。每晚聽著葉準的錄音帶入睡，重覆又重覆，聽到錄音帶都破了，凡是有關葉問和詠春功夫的書籍，中文或英文的，都買回來研究一番。拍攝前到佛山親身體驗、拍攝後就連返港探望子女的時間都沒有，由於要減肥十幾磅，身體體質虛弱，期間入了兩次醫院，眼角受傷，太太擔心我變瞎子。期間所承受的精神壓力之大，回到家中依然「葉問上身」，連我太太都曾經問我，是否黐了線。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直是自我要求很高的人，二十多年來，不論是研究洪拳（我老友曾俊華練洪拳，他最清楚）還是詠春，到現時拍攝《關雲長》舞弄關刀，我一直都醉心於借助拍攝電影的機會，發揚中國武術精神的真締。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《葉問》電影的成功，我當然開心。詠春本是南方門派，以往也有不少電視劇集拍攝詠春功夫，《葉問》系列電影進一步推而廣之，如今不少對武術沒有認識的人，也有興趣練習詠春。有朋友向我討教詠春，我直言自己豈能代表詠春派，若要學習，應找一個真正的詠春師傅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒想到，隨著電影受歡迎，沖我而來的會是一大籮是是非非。有人借《葉問》的成功炒作，從中想獲得什麼利益，我真的不太清楚，但肯定是心術不正。為此，我特意致電給葉準前輩，澄清被歪曲的事實，幸而他老人家十分明白事理，並表示相信我，還說當初由我跟他學詠春，從我的決心已能看出我的為人，他不會相信外間的閒言閒語，他說：「有人搞是非，不代表是我本人的看法。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聽過葉準前輩的話，我頓感釋懷。洪金寶大哥事件也是一樣，在北京慶功宴上我們碰面，對話後，兩人只感啼笑皆非。我們各自的話，都被套上了圈套。好在大家都是習武之人，不會輕易被唆擺。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《葉問》系列的成功，絕對不單是一個人的功勞，是台前幕後合作的成果，洪金寶的武術設計、黃百鳴兒子黃子桓的劇本、導演葉偉信的苦心經營，當然也我的演出也有份兒。《葉問》系列是將真實歷史人物，全面改編後的創作故事，這個導演早就說過了。《葉問2》的票房，刻下罕有地壓倒荷里活片《鐵甲奇俠2》，作為香港電影業的一份子，我感到榮幸，證明有質素的電影，一定會得到觀眾的認同。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我媽媽也是開辦武館的，我自小在武術界中長大，我知道武術界本來也是個是非地，入了電影界，更甚。我只是一名演員，有關劇本角色和戲份，是導演和監制的決定，那些強加於我身上、莫名奇妙的指控，真的不知道散播謠言的人居心何在？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望，武術界、電影界都能多一點團結，少一點是非。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From his words, can see that he is someone who loves his family so much. Awww... It's about his wife who is unhappy. And you can feel his pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His comments are all supporting him, all believe that he is innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeeeeeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Donnie Yen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrity Crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-6493079468692676891?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/6493079468692676891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/donnie-yen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6493079468692676891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/6493079468692676891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/donnie-yen.html' title='Donnie Yen &lt;心……痛&gt;'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S_Fk_HCJPKI/AAAAAAAAEG4/XouS-67AJcU/s72-c/472b64f9t86a4a0e0812a%26690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2059880648725106556</id><published>2010-05-15T23:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:41:19.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnie Yen did not say that!</title><content type='html'>EH EH EH YOU &lt;strong&gt;STUPID REPORTERS&lt;/strong&gt;! GO EAT YOUR SHIT, KISS YOUR ASSHOLE AND BURY YOUR FACE IN A HOLE CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE TO WRITE INTERESTING STORIES, GO AHEAD! BUT IF THINGS ARE UNTRUE, CAN YOU FUCKING NOT WRITE RUBBISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRITE RUBBISH = YOU ARE RUBBISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here talking about the incident about Donnie Yen. Hey come on, Donnie Yen. Everyone knows I am so in love with him. From his professionalism, to his image, to his background, no doubts that I can love and respect him much much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-7CS5dPm_I/AAAAAAAAEGg/R4o2VVS7w_g/s1600/donnieyen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471524227218643954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-7CS5dPm_I/AAAAAAAAEGg/R4o2VVS7w_g/s400/donnieyen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-7I6C3pKKI/AAAAAAAAEGo/lCndG43zONk/s1600/xinsrc_00205071512545622013311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471531496829954210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-7I6C3pKKI/AAAAAAAAEGo/lCndG43zONk/s400/xinsrc_00205071512545622013311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For acting "Ip Man", he specially went to look for Ip Man's eldest son, Ip Zhun, to learn Wing Chun for 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-7OborxDnI/AAAAAAAAEGw/WYKJUIl02P4/s1600/DFCE5E4B96C48D8C46F1E03B0DA8F18E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471537571474509426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-7OborxDnI/AAAAAAAAEGw/WYKJUIl02P4/s400/DFCE5E4B96C48D8C46F1E03B0DA8F18E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Why you don't wanna film for Ip Man 3? =( I only wanna watch if it's you. Don't disappoint your supporters can?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore the chinese suit and walked around at his home just to familiarise with ip man's lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He persuaded Ip Zhun the master to go back to Ip Man's living place so that he can get to understand more about Ip Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his &lt;strong&gt;professionalism&lt;/strong&gt;, tell me, why will he spout nonsense after so much effort??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the &lt;strong&gt;righteous look&lt;/strong&gt;. His look tells me he is the man! He can take care and handle his family well, he is devoted to his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a&lt;strong&gt; good family background&lt;/strong&gt;. His mum was a wushu master too, held a wushu school and trained many students. He was taught when he was 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad was a musician, hence he learned a little classic piano and also violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is the man. Though I don't know him, I believe from my judgement that he is not someone who will misbehave in the public and not someone who will not pay to his responsiblity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRx3YMQHnpE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pRx3YMQHnpE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ip Zhun teaching Donnie Yen Wing Chun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7bxlswWNAg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7bxlswWNAg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 interview of Donnie Yen to Ip Man. Everything from his mouth always will link to his wife. He is really one good man who loves his wife alot. I can see that he is one who is very gentle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_yccnT7auw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_yccnT7auw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part where he taught JR and Xu Meng Zhe Wing Chun. Hey, you can see he really has the heart to teach them, not purely showing off his skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What news am I talking about that makes me so angry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/ent/2010-05/15/content_13487758.htm"&gt;http://news.xinhuanet.com/ent/2010-05/15/content_13487758.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read it from xinmsn, I already think it's so not him. Even if he really said that, is purely joking. He once said that Ip Man is a sarcastic man, he loves to joke, he is humourous. Can't he even crack a small joke? When you speak in a joking manner, you shouldn't be blamed. But if you are speaking in a joking manner yet someone tried to destroy you by twisting your words, who to blame??? FUCK THE REPORTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From “他当时就是说《叶问》之所以那么火，是因为《叶问》的人物塑造非常好，是一个新好宅男，爱老婆，又会功夫。女人爱他男人羡慕他，跟他打哪一种拳是没关系的。有那样好的故事和剧本，打什么拳都能红。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The FUCKING NO KNOWLEDGE BORN DUMB LOOK STUPID SOUND MORONIC REPORTER twisted his words to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;声称《叶问》的成功与咏春无关，无论他打洪拳还是“咏夏咏秋”，结果都一样。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE FALSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Ip Zhun actually believed the reporter's words. And said that he 过河拆桥?? Well, can't be blamed that he trusted the reporter, because many people have been adding fuel and fire to the story and makes him feel agitated. Plus, Ip Zhun had doubts about Donnie Yen of whether he can succeed in acting Ip Man. Because Donnie Yen always act as a rebellious character, not someone who looks gentle and scholar, like Ip Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Donnie Yen's supporters or people who love Ip Man show will continue to support them, after all it is the dog reporter who tried to twist Donnie Yen's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU DOG REPORTER. YOU SHALL FACE YOUR MAJOR PUNISHMENT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2059880648725106556?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2059880648725106556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/donnie-yen-did-not-say-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2059880648725106556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2059880648725106556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/donnie-yen-did-not-say-that.html' title='Donnie Yen did not say that!'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-7CS5dPm_I/AAAAAAAAEGg/R4o2VVS7w_g/s72-c/donnieyen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-9195726296852949831</id><published>2010-05-07T10:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:58:50.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hero is Mr Lee</title><content type='html'>Hi Mui Ling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overseas placement with Design Sprits (Kuala Lumpur/Malaysia) is &lt;strong&gt;confirmed&lt;/strong&gt;. Attached is the OSIP Letter of Acceptance signed by Mr. Yukichi Kawai for your records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the terms and condition form from the company and sign item no. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do revert it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a i D a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated at 12.58pm. HAPPY! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I am really busy. But finally it's all over. Usually design students should only have 2 modules (at most) to cope with for a block (which means 4 weeks). I was given two modules too, yet I felt like I have 3 modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being so is because I need to do my portfolio and there is a submission deadline to it. Doesn't it become my third module this block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever my first time in my life, 3 modules clashed together. You don't know where to start and which to do. Submission for the module that is closest, do it first? Or do the most important and that is more time consuming one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I submitted one module, I felt like a 1 ton weigh of stone was unhang from my heart. Though another 2 modules more to go, releasing of 1 ton is so much of a relieve to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I submitted the other 2 modules. YES, SUBMITTED. It's ALL over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant stage 1 of work is over. I was given another work to do and next submission is on coming thurs. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I cope with my house chore and dogs? Where do I find time for all these? There's a hero behind every story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero is Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Mr Lee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am sorry that I haven't been talking to you even though we are staying under the same roof. Your clothes are all not washed and you have nothing to wear to work. I saw you washing the clothes and drying them onto the bamboo sticks without complaining or scolding me that I have not been doing what I am supposed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know I was tired. I need to rest. You went to school to fetch me back home in the midnight when you also have to work the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel really bad that I am physically torturing you. Are you ok, my hubby? Are you mad with me that I have been making you "work" at home for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes we do quarrel over duties of taking care of the dogs. When I have time, I always wait until the sun set, until I "feel like" walking my dogs, then I walk. You dread to see such lazy character in me, and will always walk my dogs before I "feel like" doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;These days you walked my dogs, you fed them. I am grateful to you. I don't have to do anything the moment I got home, I can just sleep. That is what you want me to do after a long hours of school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am sorry I have been throwing tantrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know I love you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your fat wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-9195726296852949831?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/9195726296852949831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-hero-is-mr-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/9195726296852949831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/9195726296852949831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-hero-is-mr-lee.html' title='My hero is Mr Lee'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3895676176315232981</id><published>2010-05-06T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:35:30.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If oversea intership is important, why must I bother if I will be paid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If money is important, why must I bother to struggle with my portfolio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen Design Spirits at Kualar Lumpur. My lecturer was surprised to hear me requesting for a company that does not pay a single cent for interns student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, I am struggling. I always laugh at my friends who were not paid for their interns. How willingly they are to work as a free labour? I even spited them by saying design interns students earns more than any other school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damn, what am I doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, what should I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I wanna try to live on my own without Mr Lee to take care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But damn, I'm so gonna miss his warm arms that cuddle me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he will love me &lt;strong&gt;even if I'm ugly&lt;/strong&gt;. It is ok to be&lt;strong&gt; fat&lt;/strong&gt;. So what if I am out of shape?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468084009515528226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KJb30qsCI/AAAAAAAAEF4/r9UIhXoa0vk/s400/31511_437456810619_760950619_5559369_4290214_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468084005440651666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KJbopJAZI/AAAAAAAAEFw/nQoe0woxsyc/s400/31511_437456805619_760950619_5559368_5995325_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the pweettiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being pretty isn't enough. You need to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468083995860595426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KJbE9E8uI/AAAAAAAAEFo/tXrssWwYhw8/s400/31511_437456825619_760950619_5559371_6642266_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my triceps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468083991080158642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KJazJVRbI/AAAAAAAAEFg/DxxmKlN9vZk/s400/31511_437456795619_760950619_5559366_3757929_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the red queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KL0AW6slI/AAAAAAAAEGY/nkdxF7IVcXk/s1600/helena-bonham-carter-as-the-red-queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468086623146783314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KL0AW6slI/AAAAAAAAEGY/nkdxF7IVcXk/s400/helena-bonham-carter-as-the-red-queen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468083981952473746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KJaRJH2pI/AAAAAAAAEFY/ewuEpV23u84/s400/31511_437456815619_760950619_5559370_2779790_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Mr Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KLzSPFDfI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/vzxuh4SUcTY/s1600/374590-119941-mr-incredible_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468086610765876722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KLzSPFDfI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/vzxuh4SUcTY/s400/374590-119941-mr-incredible_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday la Allex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468084237284869282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KJpIVHBKI/AAAAAAAAEGA/oboQUpxnkls/s400/31511_437456790619_760950619_5559365_1636303_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468084246437600658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KJpqbSnZI/AAAAAAAAEGI/iua4LD3wJPc/s400/31511_437456800619_760950619_5559367_1337797_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo gonna love this guy. HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you not obsessed with me??? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3895676176315232981?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3895676176315232981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3895676176315232981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3895676176315232981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S-KJb30qsCI/AAAAAAAAEF4/r9UIhXoa0vk/s72-c/31511_437456810619_760950619_5559369_4290214_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-934979149334708190</id><published>2010-04-30T14:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:08:22.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Turb Club Telebet</title><content type='html'>Bye &lt;strong&gt;STC - Singapore Turf Club&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today supposed to be the last day to work as a telebet promoter at STC. Lesson is 3pm to 6pm. I can't see those cute horses for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two organisers. Guzz and Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guzz is a good man, although he's quite strict at times. He's one successful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, an illusionist! I think he is a &lt;strong&gt;BAD ORGANISER&lt;/strong&gt;. And he is good at pushing blame on the girls. We need to tell him more than 3 times our availability, WE ARE FUCKING SICK OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, a list was filled with the girls' names, we didn't promise that we are going to work all the horse race days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friend told Guzz that she wanna stop work, Guzz blamed her because he thought that she promised them to work for all days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jeremy has to rewrite our availability, he took out his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK notebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Days and names are pen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, he asked us for our availability AGAIN. He took out a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;rough paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and asked us to fill the paper up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, he asked for our availability AGAIN!!!!!!! This time, is a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cartoon notebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls have been discussing that he really sucks at organising! How can an organiser be changing his notebook again and again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that, out of 15 girls + boys, 10 are "my people". Shouldn't he do something to repay me? NO HE DID NOT! I have to be thick-skinned enough to ask him to buy me a meal. At first he sound reluctant to do it, at last he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HE DID NOT SHOW HIS ACTION! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEONLYKNOWHOWTOUSEHISIPHONEANDSMILETOHISPHONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you expect from a "bad organiser"? I shouldn't have expected much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attire that was given to us changed from cheerleading attire, to half-alike jockey attire, to full jockey attire. They are really willing to spend money on those costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jockey pants = $79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boots = $56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465814431641223282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p5RDYtwHI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/98di64_DNEc/s400/untitled1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May, me, ChuHui and SuFang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465814428725582130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p5Q4hkmTI/AAAAAAAAEFI/cR6vDVX0qYQ/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813962555704210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p41v6Aw5I/AAAAAAAAEEw/It3aLawTJdY/s400/26584_358860812042_599492042_3761278_7541870_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813966082383138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p419C1nSI/AAAAAAAAEE4/kw70YvC-QKM/s400/27014_392348848928_555038928_3866723_8058064_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813943824222418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p40qIFCNI/AAAAAAAAEEY/TQnbAggAetM/s400/25333_392352993928_555038928_3866812_7320691_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and "Suhong".&lt;br /&gt;She kept calling me "Gorgina"! Is GEOR-GINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813542857641010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p4dUaMjDI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/EYU7kOFJQ_A/s400/25333_392352988928_555038928_3866811_6022683_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana, SuFang, me, random NTU girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813535396844450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p4c4nZ06I/AAAAAAAAEEI/3jaktlHqKkY/s400/25333_392352983928_555038928_3866810_5234392_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813526579880450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p4cXxRogI/AAAAAAAAEEA/iiHw5tjoCy0/s400/25333_392352978928_555038928_3866809_5413990_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813522612146050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p4cI_Sz4I/AAAAAAAAED4/9-BJTEK6lHA/s400/24770_410745980745_691180745_5099164_2600036_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, me, Hana, Sheraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813515773368130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p4bvgzV0I/AAAAAAAAEDw/idhd6ozd90Y/s400/24770_410745385745_691180745_5099160_7906040_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final attire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813955985548786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p41XbkJfI/AAAAAAAAEEo/vm66eOZMAq8/s400/25760_413262375745_691180745_5165772_4536594_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Arun, Sheraine, XinYi, SuFang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esther, Hana, me, Gary, Allex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813945902614290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p40x3mxxI/AAAAAAAAEEg/YjPT6EsC9rc/s400/25760_413262355745_691180745_5165771_5377924_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't miss the hazy environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't miss the cigarette smoke smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't miss the ah bek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't miss the china women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't miss the illegal bookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't miss the spitting skills of ah beks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't miss the vulgarities of ah beks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't, cos they are simply horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss working with my girls! See you girls around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss Guzz! Boss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Autocad account for you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Archicad account for you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Facebook account for you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tikohbek account for you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"TELEBET ACCOUNT FOR YOU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are just too bored and came out with lots of crap! Anyway, those gamblers weren't listening. So we can even say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Lao sai account for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-934979149334708190?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/934979149334708190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/singapore-turb-club-telebet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/934979149334708190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/934979149334708190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/singapore-turb-club-telebet.html' title='Singapore Turb Club Telebet'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S9p5RDYtwHI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/98di64_DNEc/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-7644681686026649221</id><published>2010-04-27T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:10:26.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHA4852G IS A RUDE DRIVER</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met a rude taxi driver, I always heard people say about how rude the drivers were to them and thought that they were over-exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to school with Hana. But I overslept (as usual) and I asked her if she still wanna meet me. She said she's late too. So we decided to take cab to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took cab from Yew Tee to Woodlands to meet me and we will go to school together. I waited and waited, it's been ten minutes, what is taking her so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received call from Justin, he said the lecture is cancelled because our lecturer is on medical leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Phew lucky! I almost got onto a cab!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I told Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Hana if she will mind to alight at Woodlands and take bus with me to school. She said she's alright. I started questioning her what is taking her so long. She told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I don't know. The driver takes me to highway. I don't know he does it on purpose or what!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to talk to the driver why did he bring her to highway, but she kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she called me and said the nets machine was down, she needed me to pay cash for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the ill-mannered driver! I saw the meter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$9.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with peak hour additional charges &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$3.65.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: Why is it so expensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FUCKUP DRIVER: Hello you haven't taken a cab before? This is the meter, this is the additional charge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: I know I can see I'm asking you why is it so expensive? Yew Tee to Woodlands is very near!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FUCKUP DRIVER: You don't know anything you don't talk so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: Can you don't be so rude? I'm just asking for the charges!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he kept quiet. As soon as Hana closed the door, I made the driver read my lips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Complaint!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took down his car plate number and he drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told Hana his daughter studied at Nanyang Polytechnic in Pyschology course. Wow that's a fucking cool course, I personally like it alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT BABE, WHY DIDN'T YOU TREAT YOUR DAD'S BRAIN OR YOU DIDN'T NOTICE YOUR DAD IS SICK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is, did I complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do it, but was delayed by my heavy work load. So I intended to do it today, but it's too late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILL-MANNERED XXXXXX, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHA4852G&lt;/span&gt;, IS YOUR LUCK THAT I DIDN'T COMPLAIN ABOUT YOU. IF I SEE YOU AGAIN, IF YOUR ATTITUDE IS AS RUDE, COMPLAINT IS A MUST ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATCH OUT BALD HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-7644681686026649221?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7644681686026649221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/sha4852g-is-rude-driver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7644681686026649221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7644681686026649221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/sha4852g-is-rude-driver.html' title='SHA4852G IS A RUDE DRIVER'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-5083691575517305022</id><published>2010-04-24T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:24:05.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OSIP</title><content type='html'>Internship is soon gonna be coming. This year July to October for my study course. The internship lifespan is 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't score well during year 1 and 2, I took part in &lt;strong&gt;CDI project- real life project&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few students were chosen for the CDI project, we design for this new restaurant called Laksania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of such experience, I am chosen to go for &lt;strong&gt;OSIP - Overseas Internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets the chance for SIP, but not all are eligible for OSIP. And what I have been trying to say is, if you are chosen to go for OSIP, it's a good opportunity and it gives your portfolio a nicer story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school got us many choices. From high end to lower end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;High end - Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;Middle end - India, Thailand&lt;br /&gt;Lower end - Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was chosen for it, I have many reasons for not wanting to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Financial problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked as a part time for all my expenses, except for accomodation. It's not easy to save money by working part-time and support myself. I guess I can only go for Kuala Lumpur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) My beloved in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to be apart from my friends for 3 months, is bearable. But NOT to &lt;em&gt;my bao bei dogs, and my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to draw a line to say they are of the same status, it's just that they weigh the same in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend will have to do all the washing and folding of clothes himself. He has to take care of my dogs. He has to face my dramatic family alone. ALL BY HIMSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs will be crying. Tian tian won't, Zhu Zhu will. He will always be waiting for me to come back, just like the Hachiko dog! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) The accomodation and allowances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some companies only provide accomodation but no allowance for the intern students, and vice versa. Some won't provide anything for you because they felt that it's for you to gain experience. None of the companies are going to provide both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to cope? After all I am a Singaporean!&lt;br /&gt;I know no one from Japan, maybe Mu Chun Tuo Zai, but he doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;I know no one from India.&lt;br /&gt;I know no one from Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;I know a few people from Malaysia, but not to the extent that I can stay at their houses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) My 21st year old birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh please, why does internship fall on July to October? My birthday is on August! And damn, this year is 21 year old! I can't be alone during my 21 year old birthday right? Everyone makes it big, I shall make mine luxurious too! BUT NO! I CAN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is on 23rd August, which is on Monday. It's impossible that I can leave Malaysia for my birthday on Monday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely 21 year old........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anyone to talk to, I am facing the 4 walls in a room after work. A "speaker" like me can never shut up, how to shut up? I wanna gossip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I eat alone everyday? Get food from the food area? But don't dare to order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared if others follow me home and I have no one to approach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Mr Lee about it. I thought that he will strongly object to such thing. He talked to me about how good Japan is etc. I said to Mr Lee,&lt;br /&gt;" I didn't expect such respond from you. I thought you will start to argue with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to Kuala Lumpur. It's cheaper and more convenient for me to come back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel unsafe in that country! I don't even dare to cross the road! I don't know how to order food at their coffee shop! I will just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt; THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO how should I decide? There's only two placements at Malaysia, I have to decide fast before others take the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-5083691575517305022?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5083691575517305022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/osip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5083691575517305022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5083691575517305022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/osip.html' title='OSIP'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-1368840218053892115</id><published>2010-04-12T12:29:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:34:10.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Isabel, ah hua and Mr Lee!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Isabel, ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hua&lt;/span&gt; and my hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday took me a month to plan! I don't have Mr Lee's friends' numbers, only happen to have one guy, his name is Kevin. He introduced job to me before and I asked for his number to know more about the job scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 1 week to be ready to call him and tell him I wanna make a birthday surprise for Mr Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WEEK! Can you imagine how nervous I was??? The feeling is like, trying to confess my love to someone I admire long ago??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First - I don't want Mr Lee or Kevin's girlfriend to misunderstand us. After all it's not good to call someone whom you don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second - I worried that he will turn me down as we are not familiar with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I took the courage to make that damn call. Oh I wonder whether his phone spoiled, I always hear funny sound with his sound, SUPER NOT CLEAR. I kept saying, "huh??" And I believe he repeated 2 or 3 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to make this birthday solely for Mr Lee because for the past 6 years, he's been celebrating with me only. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Kevin I wanna make a birthday surprise for Mr Lee. We plan a BBQ and tell everyone this is just a normal gathering. In the middle of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;, I will bring in a lighted cake and that's a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could continue imagining this romantic and happy birthday surprise, Kevin suddenly tell me this, "My girlfriend's birthday and ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hua's&lt;/span&gt; birthday is near to haw's birthday also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;diao&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I can make this for Mr Lee only! But I thought more people the merrier, so I shall make this birthday for the three April babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 April babies shouldn't know that this is a birthday surprise for them. And Kevin should let the rest of the people know that everyone split cost for this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But then, that day, everyone keep thanking me, as if I was the one treating. Looks like no one know they have to share the cost. -.- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt; IT'S &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks Kevin for planning the birthday surprise with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have some small complaints about him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- why aren't you replying to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- why do you sound so annoyed by my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning a birthday for somebody isn't difficult, but when it clashes with many people whom you don't know, and you have to plan with someone whom you don't know too, it became difficult!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I wanna harass him with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; eh, but there are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much to be discussed. I want a definite answer, not &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;, not &lt;em&gt;perhaps&lt;/em&gt;, not &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD ENOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe&lt;/strong&gt; he thinks that it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to make things unclear in order to make things clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps&lt;/strong&gt; he thinks that a few sentences can settle a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Probably&lt;/strong&gt; he thinks that I can afford to pay for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pax&lt;/span&gt; of 20 for a birthday chalet which includes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; + cake + presents + drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude, I can't. I am still a student who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; incapable to earn and study at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; la, shouldn't be whining when he has done so much in the end. Getting the chalet checked in, collecting the food and also buying all the drinks. He sure is having a tougher time than me, make me feel guilty. It's my plan, how come he's the one working them out? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were packing our clothes and necessary items into the bag, Mr Lee's tone wasn't nice. He was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheong&lt;/span&gt; for the chalet and asked me to pack 2 clothes for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY 2 CLOTHES WHEN YOU ARE GOING TO STAY ONLY FOR A NIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has one top on him (1) + bring 2 tops over (2) = (3) tops in total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CHU&lt;/span&gt; GONNA DO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit yelling at him, because I think he is really over-excited for the chalet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fatt&lt;/span&gt; and his friend came to fetch us over to the chalet. They didn't know which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt; to stop and where the gate was. I knew very clear because I was the one who chose the location, however I cannot mention a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a D5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt;. Block D, unit 02.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fatt&lt;/span&gt; was on the phone with someone who was already at the chalet, and he said wrongly, "D6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carpark&lt;/span&gt;." I almost shouted out IT'S D5! Luckily I didn't lose my cool. When we reached the place, I brought Mr Lee to the gate and he wondered why I know where the gate is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Oh I saw many people entering from this gate just now when your friend is driving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lie. He actually buy it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few photos to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K44acllLI/AAAAAAAAEDY/8Sf-YmaYtp4/s1600/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459128977637872818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K44acllLI/AAAAAAAAEDY/8Sf-YmaYtp4/s400/DSC00312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K43xU-nJI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/CDfcAuMhr64/s1600/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459128966600105106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K43xU-nJI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/CDfcAuMhr64/s400/DSC00313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K429GCoFI/AAAAAAAAEDI/FpfOP76iOlQ/s1600/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459128952578809938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K429GCoFI/AAAAAAAAEDI/FpfOP76iOlQ/s400/DSC00314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men do the cooking, but their cooking skills cannot make it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K42J92zdI/AAAAAAAAEDA/kirCJzn4aZo/s1600/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459128938854272466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K42J92zdI/AAAAAAAAEDA/kirCJzn4aZo/s400/DSC00315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K13cgvYnI/AAAAAAAAEC4/PIAZ1yDh11k/s1600/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459125662477410930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K13cgvYnI/AAAAAAAAEC4/PIAZ1yDh11k/s400/DSC00316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee act cute! 27 years old already! BEHAVE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K12lazXHI/AAAAAAAAECw/AlCuE4T99bM/s1600/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459125647688555634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K12lazXHI/AAAAAAAAECw/AlCuE4T99bM/s400/DSC00317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K11w3sDPI/AAAAAAAAECo/5wGJkC6BYMo/s1600/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459125633582632178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K11w3sDPI/AAAAAAAAECo/5wGJkC6BYMo/s400/DSC00318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K11MOiToI/AAAAAAAAECg/GRyykGvh0x0/s1600/DSC00319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459125623746350722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K11MOiToI/AAAAAAAAECg/GRyykGvh0x0/s400/DSC00319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K10UYHl7I/AAAAAAAAECY/iq2GIR34pMQ/s1600/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459125608754157490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K10UYHl7I/AAAAAAAAECY/iq2GIR34pMQ/s400/DSC00320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told some of them that I will be fetching my friends in for the cake and tell them to help calling the rest of the people to come back. And also, the 3 birthday people must be there. Ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hua&lt;/span&gt; and Isabel are missing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I told Kevin to quickly ask his girlfriend to come to the chalet, he asked me to start before her. -.- HOW CAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied to Mr Lee that my friends call me to go over to their chalet for awhile. He stared at me because he thought I was feeling uneasy with his friends that I wanna leave so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fatt&lt;/span&gt; for bluffing Mr Lee out from the chalet house and waited for the cake outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Eh ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hao&lt;/span&gt;, come out, got many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; bu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Mr Lee really went out and looked out of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; bu. &lt;em&gt;ti &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;koh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pek&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fetched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; Ting and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt; into the chalet. We made the cake ready with the candles before we begin to bring the cake in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt;. I believe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; Ting and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt; spent $20++ for the taxi fare? If I knew it'll be difficult for you all to carry, I would have called for delivery. I think additional $20 charges also. REALLY SORRY! Won't &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with me right? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; Ting and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jem&lt;/span&gt; for delivering the cake over!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxXZkwz3I/AAAAAAAAECQ/rODkMAsmrQQ/s1600/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459120713886650226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxXZkwz3I/AAAAAAAAECQ/rODkMAsmrQQ/s400/DSC00323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee, Isabel, ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxWQOSZfI/AAAAAAAAECI/JWIPeJygkWo/s1600/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459120694196594162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxWQOSZfI/AAAAAAAAECI/JWIPeJygkWo/s400/DSC00324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOW~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Everyone kept laughing when they saw the cake. It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; cake! I guess they all know I hate Mr Lee to gamble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your wife know you are a gambler!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;" All his friends said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxVrNEKDI/AAAAAAAAECA/1FaSqcMt1KU/s1600/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459120684259354674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxVrNEKDI/AAAAAAAAECA/1FaSqcMt1KU/s400/DSC00325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxU0eA3uI/AAAAAAAAEB4/gT8MysfYe0I/s1600/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459120669566492386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxU0eA3uI/AAAAAAAAEB4/gT8MysfYe0I/s400/DSC00326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxUDL38dI/AAAAAAAAEBw/IFsqolEwtbI/s1600/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459120656337072594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KxUDL38dI/AAAAAAAAEBw/IFsqolEwtbI/s400/DSC00327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kelvin for the amazing photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459116253540123586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KtTxfSA8I/AAAAAAAAEBg/p6zLeKWIl4s/s400/DSC00331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459116241152043474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KtTDVu6dI/AAAAAAAAEBY/aMZ4FamgUmw/s400/DSC00330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KtSdQ8bLI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Mg-CvFydBu8/s1600/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459116230931410098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KtSdQ8bLI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Mg-CvFydBu8/s400/DSC00329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hua&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tallie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KtRpcN_6I/AAAAAAAAEBI/p5V4dCaxBSk/s1600/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459116217020055458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KtRpcN_6I/AAAAAAAAEBI/p5V4dCaxBSk/s400/DSC00328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel, miss big eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KtUuntVjI/AAAAAAAAEBo/amaAfeozsps/s1600/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459116269950031410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KtUuntVjI/AAAAAAAAEBo/amaAfeozsps/s400/DSC00332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpVy-VB6I/AAAAAAAAEBA/MHzr0qvUgRk/s1600/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459111890252007330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpVy-VB6I/AAAAAAAAEBA/MHzr0qvUgRk/s400/DSC00333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpVOQBBII/AAAAAAAAEA4/KHIIgMVbzEM/s1600/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459111880394081410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpVOQBBII/AAAAAAAAEA4/KHIIgMVbzEM/s400/DSC00334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpUTMCkwI/AAAAAAAAEAw/JIFENUaGqBk/s1600/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459111864539714306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpUTMCkwI/AAAAAAAAEAw/JIFENUaGqBk/s400/DSC00335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpTrmgB0I/AAAAAAAAEAo/KNBqZPMdMNc/s1600/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459111853913278274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpTrmgB0I/AAAAAAAAEAo/KNBqZPMdMNc/s400/DSC00336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpS2LRRSI/AAAAAAAAEAg/38T42AYBHcg/s1600/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459111839571985698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KpS2LRRSI/AAAAAAAAEAg/38T42AYBHcg/s400/DSC00337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn7soe-vI/AAAAAAAAEAY/xo0DxdaY8H4/s1600/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459110342361545458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn7soe-vI/AAAAAAAAEAY/xo0DxdaY8H4/s400/DSC00342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee gave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; Ting such a big tray of satay sauce. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. As a replacement of bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn6kyiArI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/LiR6ItQU5iU/s1600/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459110323076334258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn6kyiArI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/LiR6ItQU5iU/s400/DSC00341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn5hq7VkI/AAAAAAAAEAI/yMrLD8LArog/s1600/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459110305059264066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn5hq7VkI/AAAAAAAAEAI/yMrLD8LArog/s400/DSC00340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn4Nsbs7I/AAAAAAAAEAA/tSLKLhO2_YE/s1600/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459110282517001138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn4Nsbs7I/AAAAAAAAEAA/tSLKLhO2_YE/s400/DSC00339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beng&lt;/span&gt; mash mellow for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459110270695677154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kn3hqAnOI/AAAAAAAAD_4/aPCGWM6TD2U/s400/DSC00338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME IS SO THE FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kl1M1HegI/AAAAAAAAD_w/CuDMWBqTllM/s1600/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459108031722125826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kl1M1HegI/AAAAAAAAD_w/CuDMWBqTllM/s400/DSC00316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kl0Gh_7MI/AAAAAAAAD_o/xFCB-Uy0W70/s1600/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459108012851457218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Kl0Gh_7MI/AAAAAAAAD_o/xFCB-Uy0W70/s400/DSC00315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KlzezrKNI/AAAAAAAAD_g/zLyB2xDwVw4/s1600/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459108002188175570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KlzezrKNI/AAAAAAAAD_g/zLyB2xDwVw4/s400/DSC00314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KlyvMI60I/AAAAAAAAD_Y/FNU6F8DRWqg/s1600/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459107989405887298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8KlyvMI60I/AAAAAAAAD_Y/FNU6F8DRWqg/s400/DSC00313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Klx6-fMMI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/Zoxe3OLXR5A/s1600/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459107975389982914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8Klx6-fMMI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/Zoxe3OLXR5A/s400/DSC00312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin poured less than half cup of red wine for me. Red wine is fermented grapes right? Yes, it tastes damn fermented. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's alright to drink since it's for Mr Lee's birthday. JUST DRINK IT!! After I drank it, my tummy bloated like as if I am pregnant. I felt like there is something running up to my throat from my stomach. I thought I ate too much so I took a rest in the room alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the room, damn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheebai&lt;/span&gt;. NO AIR-CON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN THE EAST COAST MANAGEMENT BE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO UNPROFESSIONAL&lt;/span&gt; BY NOT CHECKING IF ALL THE FACILITIES ARE WORKING BEFORE TELLING US TO CHECK IN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU PEOPLE EXPECT US TO MOVE TO ANOTHER UNIT AFTER WE HAVE STARTED &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BARBEQUEING&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BODOH&lt;/span&gt;? OR THINK WE SHOULD PAY YOU ALL FOR A RUN DOWN HOUSE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAST COAST RESORT SUCKS TO THE MAX. I ENCOURAGE EVERYONE NOT TO BOOK CHALET THERE BECAUSE IT OUGHT TO SPOIL YOUR MOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna complain. So I called those dummies and asked them to come and repair the damn AIR-CON. They came and said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEY CAN DO NOTHING MUCH AND HOPE THAT WE CAN CHANGE TO NEXT UNIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the managemenr really sucks. Is the housekeeper lazy or limbs too hard to move? Shouldn't you help to check if the damn air con is working, the fridge and the tv after you have cleaned up the place??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if it's not your damn duty, shouldn't someone come down to check whether the unit is good-to-stay before giving us that lousy unit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOLDKIST. I didn't ask for compensation BECAUSE I don't wanna spoil others' mood. But now I regretted! For changing of units, YOU DUMB GOLDKIST EAST COAST make 3 groups of people who intended to stay overnight going home! WHAT THE FUCK IS CHALET FOR???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I proceed to the complain, I saw this ridiculous sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8LKu3FqQ7I/AAAAAAAAEDg/CuPEsbGIaU0/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459148604736947122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8LKu3FqQ7I/AAAAAAAAEDg/CuPEsbGIaU0/s400/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are only humans. No one is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish to be treated as human? Treat us as human too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? I REALLY WISH TO FEED YOU ALL WITH ALL MY SWEATS AND THE THINGS I THROW UP THAT NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's no point to write a complain letter to such dumb management anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NOT expecting someone to come and check if we are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NOT expecting someone to serve us like a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JUST A SIMPLE THING, EAST COAST CHALET CAN'T DO??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Make sure ALL the facilities are working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) Make sure the place is being cleaned up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLDKIST MANAGEMENT, IF YOU CAN'T EVEN HANDLE THE MOST BASIC, DON'T EVEN THINK OF MANAGING THIS RESORT. CHANGE THE OWNER PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a long scolding for them, I think they will just giggle and throw it aside. After all, they don't seem professional to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On 10th April 2010, my friend Kevin booked Block D, unit 02 for a night. To my surprise, the air con was not working. We were busy setting up for our friends' birthday so we did not check whether all facilities can be used. After all that shouldn't be our duty, it should be your management's duty.&lt;br /&gt;I called and asked someone to come and look at the condition, your worker told us that they cannot do much to the air con and wanted us to change unit. Barbeque already started and you people expect us to carry all these hot things ourselves and make ourselves injured when it's your wrong to rent us a lousy unit and cheat on our money. If you think we should pay $188 for such lousy service, I think we shouldn't pay a cent for such a place! Shouldn't anyone check if the facilities are working well before renting that place out? I truely think that your management has a serious problem and I know this complain won't work at all. You people will just laugh at this complain and tear my complain letter into pieces, that just show how unprofessional you are. Just wanna tell you guys, not just me, but many of my friends will never rent such resort anymore. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S LOUSIER THAN A KOPITIAM&lt;/span&gt;. cockroaches flying all over. IT'S A RUN DOWN PLACE. You guys should try staying for a night without air-con and looking at flying cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;Because of such lousy management, many of us chose to go home and not change unit, only two person had no choice but to stay for a night to return the bike the next morning. If you guys say, "We are only humans. No one is perfect." then let me return you one sentence too. "You wanna be treated as a human, do treat us as human too." If you can't even manage a simple resort. at least get the basic facilities done, kindly close such resort or state clearly you people are not responsible to our feelings when we meet lousy facilities and services. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU PEOPLE ARE TOO MUCH AND LOUSY&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to ask for compensation that night but I did not, cause I don't wanna spoil others' mood over such no brain management. can't even get basic facilities done? close down now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8LQKI2MyJI/AAAAAAAAEDo/j6pK_SYX2jY/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459154570918545554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8LQKI2MyJI/AAAAAAAAEDo/j6pK_SYX2jY/s400/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN THEIR MIND IS MONEY! All of how to book the lousy chalet and how to make urgent bookings. CLOSE DOWN LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will book Pasir Ris chalet in future. I will NEVER consider East Coast Chalet anymore! FUCK LOUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, where was I? Ok I was sick, resting on the bed without air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Lee came up and asked me if I am alright. I told him I feel like throwing up. He said very soon they will change room. So I waited. But I can't take it anymore, I ran to the toilet and throw up TWO TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First time - sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second time - everything&lt;/span&gt; (Reddish brown porridage-like thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knew I was sick. They started packing up and everyone is leaving. During the packing up, I was sitting one side not willing to stand up and help, because I was too weak. I think they will think I am lazy to help. =( But what can I do.... Why didn't Mr Lee tell others that I am not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of the damn air-con, everyone decided to leave. Nobody stays overnight. And I rented two bikes which have to be returned the next morning 8am. Everyone can leave but not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, Mr Lee's boss' family and one more group of family wanted to stay overnight, but because it's troublesome to change unit, they decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So end up Mr Lee and I stayed overnight. Once we got the key, we straight away go to bed. Mr Lee looked quite unhappy. I don't know is it because I am sick so I can't go cycle with him, or is it because no one stays overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up the next morning to return bike. Then went home to sleep again. Yesterday was all about sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-1368840218053892115?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/1368840218053892115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-isabel-ah-hua-and-mr-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1368840218053892115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/1368840218053892115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-isabel-ah-hua-and-mr-lee.html' title='Happy birthday Isabel, ah hua and Mr Lee!'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S8K44acllLI/AAAAAAAAEDY/8Sf-YmaYtp4/s72-c/DSC00312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-3310244505181295020</id><published>2010-04-08T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:11:37.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fungus caused the mushroom in my house</title><content type='html'>Heard of the tons of cockroaches incident from my house? Disgusted? Not really. Cockroaches, lizards, all these are nothing. Tell me which household doesn't have these pests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO COMMON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great story to share. This is really ashamed, nothing to be proud of, but I just feel that it's so hilarious that this thing can happen in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN THE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKING MUSHROOM&lt;/span&gt; GROW FROM SOMEWHERE IN YOUR HOUSE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of my house kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S731xBqhj1I/AAAAAAAAD-o/HzFSHpVh4zc/s1600/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457788546052099922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S731xBqhj1I/AAAAAAAAD-o/HzFSHpVh4zc/s400/DSC00264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing special?? Dirty, messy and damp? Look carefully. Near the blue dog bowl on the floor, something "white" is at the corner of the water basin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S731xxMvnaI/AAAAAAAAD-4/YqCRrKmeepE/s1600/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457788558812093858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S731xxMvnaI/AAAAAAAAD-4/YqCRrKmeepE/s400/DSC00262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S731xuZSD0I/AAAAAAAAD-w/jC2UrrplRic/s1600/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457788558059376450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S731xuZSD0I/AAAAAAAAD-w/jC2UrrplRic/s400/DSC00263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MUSHROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to found the white mushroom is Mr Lee. He was washing away the dog urine on the floor, as he went closer to the floor trap, he saw these beautiful mushrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WRONG WORD TO DESCRIBE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed non stop and joked with Mr Lee about how the mushroom can grow all over the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Imagine it grows in your wardrobe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Imagine it grows on my dog's tail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Imagine it grows on your tummy when you are sleeping??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based on basic understanding to mushroom, it is a &lt;em&gt;fungus&lt;/em&gt;, where fungus can only grow when the area is damp and dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joked that we should cook the mushroom, afterall research says mushroom contributes to a healthful diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So is it an edible mushroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did research about it. TO MY AMAZE! IT IS &lt;strong&gt;EDIBLE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S738z6bKjUI/AAAAAAAAD_A/XDy2LFjp4jw/s1600/detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457796292229631298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S738z6bKjUI/AAAAAAAAD_A/XDy2LFjp4jw/s400/detail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I can tell my dad about it, it's been thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is also one funny fellow, he doesn't wanna throw the mushroom away at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I waited for my dad to come back to pluck out the mushroom and get it thrown away. He said, &lt;strong&gt;"Haiya, leave it first."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From laughing, I became &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt; after I heard what he say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pa, throw leh, wait my stupid zhuzhu eat them up."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then dad laughed and plucked them out and showed me, DAMN IT SMELLS SO WILD AND DAMP!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, this is not my dad. But can you imagine if the mushroom is not noticed until it grows to this size??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7380ekL-UI/AAAAAAAAD_I/O9AI3GPlwSg/s1600/giant-mushroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457796301931149634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7380ekL-UI/AAAAAAAAD_I/O9AI3GPlwSg/s400/giant-mushroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA JOKE OF THE DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-3310244505181295020?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/3310244505181295020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/fungus-caused-mushroom-in-my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3310244505181295020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/3310244505181295020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/fungus-caused-mushroom-in-my-house.html' title='Fungus caused the mushroom in my house'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S731xBqhj1I/AAAAAAAAD-o/HzFSHpVh4zc/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2074241533432857623</id><published>2010-04-05T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:56:00.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complains</title><content type='html'>When I don't have a camera, I complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"My blog is full of words. Damn sian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a camera, I still complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Uploading photos is a chore! KILL ME KILL ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr Lee asks me to marry him, I complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"No money don't talk about marriage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna get married, I still complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"When are you proposing to me??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have pocket money, I complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"It's insufficient for my needs and wants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no pocket money, I still complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Very tired to earn for my needs and wants leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people tell me I am not fat, I complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Stop telling me I'm not fat, you are encouraging me to eat more and I will grow fatter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people tell me right in my face I am fat, I still complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"CHEEBYE SAY I FAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people tell me I look pretty, I complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"You haven't seen a real beauty before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people tell me I'm ugly, I still complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm ugly?? I was on heygorgeous ok!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are never contented. I am never contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All have their sayings. Whatever you say, you are to blamed. Then don't say, and no blame? They still blame you for not talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human communication is sooooooo unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I post this on Mr Lee's facebook wall:&lt;br /&gt;女人不吵了、不闹了、不叫了，就是真的不爱了..&lt;br /&gt;女人说要离开，是伤心了，是你让他失望了..&lt;br /&gt;女人明知道你们之间没有未来，却情愿留在你身边做个普通朋友，不是她太贱，只是她舍不得 ..&lt;br /&gt;女人故意在你面前提到别的男人，不是她花心，只是想要刺激一下你，让你多在乎她一点 ..&lt;br /&gt;女人不主动打电话、发信息给你，不是不想你，是她不够自信，你接到电话、短信时，是否也同样的想念她 ..&lt;br /&gt;如果女人不爱你，是不会对你发脾气的，不要报怨自己的女朋友脾气太怪，女人只对她爱的人发脾气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother speaks up for him and comments back:&lt;br /&gt;1.「成功」對男人的定義是指能賺很多的錢， 對女人的 定義是指能花很多的錢。&lt;br /&gt;2.男人有錢就變壞， 女人變壞就有錢。&lt;br /&gt;3.男人沒有女人，耳根清淨； 女人沒有男人，居家乾淨。&lt;br /&gt;4.男人「入錯行」，上班會很痛苦； 女人「嫁錯郎」，下班會很痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;5.好女人，養壞男人的胃口； 壞女人，吊足男人的胃口。&lt;br /&gt;6.婚前，男人像傳令兵； 婚後，男人像指揮官。&lt;br /&gt;7.以前提到結婚，想到「天長地久」； 現在提到結婚，想到「能撐多久」。&lt;br /&gt;8.當初會結婚，說是「看上眼」； 後來會離婚，說是「看走眼」。&lt;br /&gt;9.男人花錢，是為了讓女人高興； 女人花錢，是因為男人讓她不高興。&lt;br /&gt;10.嫁入「豪門」，要懂得理財； 嫁入「寒門」，要懂得生財。&lt;br /&gt;11.以前的人，視婚姻生活為「一輩子」； 現代的人，視婚姻生活為「一陣子」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha all have their sayings. I understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now call me a complain queen? &lt;strong&gt;Make sure your mouth doesn't complain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2074241533432857623?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2074241533432857623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/complains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2074241533432857623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2074241533432857623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/complains.html' title='Complains'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-2116321407403825653</id><published>2010-04-01T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:24:55.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Portfolio</title><content type='html'>Design digital portfolios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://waltonportfolio.carbonmade.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://afashionstylist.carbonmade.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.evaneckard.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ndesign-studio.com/portfolio&lt;br /&gt;http://hicksdesign.co.uk/&lt;br /&gt;http://mariusroosendaal.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are for my reference. Take a look if you are also preparing your own portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your interns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-2116321407403825653?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/2116321407403825653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/design-portfolio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2116321407403825653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/2116321407403825653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/04/design-portfolio.html' title='Design Portfolio'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-5853001557380551373</id><published>2010-03-29T22:06:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:50:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th March 2010</title><content type='html'>27 March is a chore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Shu Ting and Jem (her pork) for squash in the morning. Shu Ting is new to such sports and played like a dummy! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for me is second touch. Also very clumsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jem, used to be a team of squash, played with beautiful posture! (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来过三招!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H7bPSGP7I/AAAAAAAAD5g/e1u23DIxwYc/s1600/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454417069099859890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H7bPSGP7I/AAAAAAAAD5g/e1u23DIxwYc/s200/DSC00119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H7agqP9TI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/WFij1D77aL8/s1600/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454417056584693042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H7agqP9TI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/WFij1D77aL8/s200/DSC00114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454417032612260866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H7ZHWxrAI/AAAAAAAAD5A/z8OsXkc-XOQ/s200/DSC00099.JPG" /&gt; 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CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454413995121029154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H4oT0bsCI/AAAAAAAAD44/CGUaBE6D1Vo/s200/DSC00094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7C6VD4ZwPI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/WNebxCYF3rs/s1600/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454064019727565042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7C6VD4ZwPI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/WNebxCYF3rs/s200/DSC00083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7C6Ut9Sx-I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/_UX0Mb2IHX4/s1600/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454064013842499554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7C6Ut9Sx-I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/_UX0Mb2IHX4/s200/DSC00082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7C6TvB-LpI/AAAAAAAAD2A/ArBOlsg0NKU/s1600/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454063996950687378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7C6TvB-LpI/AAAAAAAAD2A/ArBOlsg0NKU/s200/DSC00080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7C9T4XWDUI/AAAAAAAAD2o/Zc3UOhYzsQY/s1600/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454067297991134530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7C9T4XWDUI/AAAAAAAAD2o/Zc3UOhYzsQY/s200/DSC00081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the exercise, I send Mr Lee to Airport and we had popeye. The waitress is an asshole, she totally gimme that bo chap face. Oh, she's a china woman. Don't only smile to ang mo ok, you sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I waited for May Koh and Chu Hui to have a short walk before we go to Xue Er's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xue er's birthday photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not in sequence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454441563140894962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IRs-sjsPI/AAAAAAAAD9A/PzTqiXOLshA/s400/DSC00182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454441548477549218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IRsIEiyqI/AAAAAAAAD84/si9pSGhHnag/s400/DSC00177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454441544393091938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IRr42u62I/AAAAAAAAD8w/wcUr0os7QSk/s400/DSC00175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454441534987636386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IRrV0TDqI/AAAAAAAAD8o/PyYeyS3gODs/s400/DSC00161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454441532671321362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IRrNMC5RI/AAAAAAAAD8g/UIVZf6p7jow/s400/DSC00160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash light is too bright that she has to keep her eyes closed. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454439337974716690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IPrdTmWRI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/rjTLor8p9Sc/s200/DSC00156.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454439347128368002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IPr_Z_-4I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/GEosPkCryvk/s200/DSC00157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454439321276718098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IPqfGfHBI/AAAAAAAAD8A/yjxBOjcc1qo/s200/DSC00153.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454439328323815506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IPq5WpSFI/AAAAAAAAD8I/HNYvB1MxnZU/s200/DSC00155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too bright, I shall not open my eyes. wink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IEFFzkJBI/AAAAAAAAD74/R7A8uiWTQ_g/s1600/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454426584203404306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IEFFzkJBI/AAAAAAAAD74/R7A8uiWTQ_g/s400/DSC00171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couples totally take us as invisible. Happy hugging and loving each other, omg my ass. HAHAHA. Chu Hui's sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IEE5ImWjI/AAAAAAAAD7w/X2X6sRRxe0U/s1600/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454426580801968690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IEE5ImWjI/AAAAAAAAD7w/X2X6sRRxe0U/s400/DSC00170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TOO BRIGHT LA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IEERrSYrI/AAAAAAAAD7o/mV-qbwO8JRk/s1600/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454426570210042546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IEERrSYrI/AAAAAAAAD7o/mV-qbwO8JRk/s400/DSC00169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454426561856819090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7IEDyjuT5I/AAAAAAAAD7g/dTCI0UHBN4E/s400/DSC00166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really too bright." said mUi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454424996277349778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7ICoqUfbZI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/xg5zadrPBC4/s400/DSC00165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk by Green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454424993454283730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7ICofza29I/AAAAAAAAD7Q/D1wvg0F_iqw/s400/DSC00150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454424978475007986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7ICnoAFP_I/AAAAAAAAD7I/DF7XO1x_8Og/s400/DSC00148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy dating + busy dating = mUi take photos for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7ICnGX8ztI/AAAAAAAAD7A/jIp-bCfZV44/s1600/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454424969448312530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7ICnGX8ztI/AAAAAAAAD7A/jIp-bCfZV44/s400/DSC00144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating something disgusting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454424961456155394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7ICmomeKwI/AAAAAAAAD64/DOuy28JmSrs/s400/DSC00142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454422003824935058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H_6ekPQJI/AAAAAAAAD6w/ScuhbkUs9r8/s400/DSC00139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA HOTDOG NIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUNK TO THE MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H_6GifDlI/AAAAAAAAD6o/X3U2N6OtTUI/s1600/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454421997375131218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H_6GifDlI/AAAAAAAAD6o/X3U2N6OtTUI/s400/DSC00138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454421987575561602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H_5iCFfYI/AAAAAAAAD6g/M1cCHLKypHM/s400/DSC00137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah lian lai le! ahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H_5B708MI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/uT5mobVqdfg/s1600/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454421978959376578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H_5B708MI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/uT5mobVqdfg/s400/DSC00135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H_4k9P1_I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/LpxigWdo8Tc/s1600/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454421971180705778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H_4k9P1_I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/LpxigWdo8Tc/s400/DSC00133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H9AspEc9I/AAAAAAAAD6I/0qWn2rlCTbU/s1600/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454418812147626962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H9AspEc9I/AAAAAAAAD6I/0qWn2rlCTbU/s400/DSC00131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454418800956000098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H9AC8xx2I/AAAAAAAAD6A/wkU7_CR5fI4/s400/DSC00129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H8_lusnZI/AAAAAAAAD54/bkYE-6FORHg/s1600/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454418793112313234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H8_lusnZI/AAAAAAAAD54/bkYE-6FORHg/s400/DSC00127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem's face DAMN FUNNY! Like kangaroo! Kangaroo's wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H8_KRfOQI/AAAAAAAAD5w/qlDZeC88n4g/s1600/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454418785742043394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H8_KRfOQI/AAAAAAAAD5w/qlDZeC88n4g/s400/DSC00125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H8-gIs1XI/AAAAAAAAD5o/im2a2m-9Wdw/s1600/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454418774430897522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H8-gIs1XI/AAAAAAAAD5o/im2a2m-9Wdw/s400/DSC00124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue Er cut cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7NnTvIqh3I/AAAAAAAAD-A/GQxDV1DHwio/s1600/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454817162443786098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7NnTvIqh3I/AAAAAAAAD-A/GQxDV1DHwio/s400/DSC00190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7NnTUCNFcI/AAAAAAAAD94/aUmIkYpDhpY/s1600/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454817155168933314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7NnTUCNFcI/AAAAAAAAD94/aUmIkYpDhpY/s400/DSC00189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7NnShuFNvI/AAAAAAAAD9w/wBSgugUHC3c/s1600/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454817141662758642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7NnShuFNvI/AAAAAAAAD9w/wBSgugUHC3c/s400/DSC00186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7NnSJmF1FI/AAAAAAAAD9o/jdRdpbs2auU/s1600/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454817135186793554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7NnSJmF1FI/AAAAAAAAD9o/jdRdpbs2auU/s400/DSC00184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an awkward birthday night. HAHA. And we left immediately after the cake cut session. And along the way, we saw Ting Ting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gossip and bitching again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454818905549240610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7No5MtY-SI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/mmvjnQ4G3Eg/s200/DSC00195.JPG" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7No5vuc0MI/AAAAAAAAD-g/rb3b3yUoFC8/s1600/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454818914948927682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7No5vuc0MI/AAAAAAAAD-g/rb3b3yUoFC8/s200/DSC00196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454818898173848082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7No4xO9ahI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/7ZmLVkAE32U/s200/DSC00194.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454818890428452194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7No4UYUDWI/AAAAAAAAD-I/pL8GyyC27yc/s200/DSC00192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta dah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-5853001557380551373?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/5853001557380551373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/27th-march-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5853001557380551373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/5853001557380551373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/27th-march-2010.html' title='27th March 2010'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S7H7bPSGP7I/AAAAAAAAD5g/e1u23DIxwYc/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-7352862318362335310</id><published>2010-03-26T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:18:13.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My marriage</title><content type='html'>Back here I was sms-ing Shu Ting about Xiaxue's wedding. To my amaze, Shu Ting doesn't read her blog! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told her that I don't know why whenever I see people get married and when the father gives the daughter to the "son-in-law", I will start to tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see the mother cried after the couples are legally wedded, I will also cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my greatest regret in life would be, my marriage will not be blessed by the people whom I wish to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright cut the sorrow, and here's the stupid topic I chatted with Shu Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Shu Ting: Who is xx?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: Xiaxue~ Her marriage is damn good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Shu Ting: I don't read her blog. How will I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: woah where are you sia? Dreaming ah? Her boyfriend proposed to her at cinema leh. Now legally married. I don't know why I will cry when I see such thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Shu Ting: How her boyfriend proposed to her?? I want to show Jem (her boyfriend), hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: You know before movie, got the commercial thing right. Mike was in the commercial, then propose to her. Got the words "Will you marry me." Xiaxue didn't suspect anything when she was watching the commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Shu Ting: So romantic! Only non-Singaporeans will do that! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disagree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to her saying! My boyfriend is a Malaysian, does that prove that he is romantic??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my reply to her was meant to be funny yet boring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haw&lt;/strong&gt; is a non-Singaporean. I doubt he will propose to me in a romantic way. Let me imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The scene)&lt;br /&gt;Both of us sitting on the sofa, watching television, and out of the sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mr Lee: Laopo, lets get married next week.&lt;br /&gt;(Tone: normal chat tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me: Oh, ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;(Tone: sian sian reply, like answering someone who ask me to a date.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the end of the proposing!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shu Ting burst into laughter to herself, in the train again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to be a joke, just a little humourous way. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear Shu Ting, this is for you to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xiaxue's wedding proposal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;v=268"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;v=268&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaxue's wedding:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;v=302#top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;v=302#top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this guy for 6 years and still counting. I know very well that he is very practical when you try to be practical with him. And what I have said to him before was that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flowers are boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;couple rings are stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I regret can?? He just guai guai not buying any couple rings for me and no more flowers from him. =(&lt;br /&gt;When I mentioned about flowers to him, he asked, "For what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my 天. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, forget it. Maybe he will buy me an expensive ring, and set up a good wedding dinner for me? At least that is the thing I keep mentioning to him even until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to marry me off just by the wedding dinner at Penang! NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE ALSO MUST HAVEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Ok, stop being demanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-7352862318362335310?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/7352862318362335310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7352862318362335310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/7352862318362335310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-marriage.html' title='My marriage'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-8978250130568949688</id><published>2010-03-25T16:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:59:26.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zhng my camera</title><content type='html'>I went to meet WeiYing to zhng my camera yesterday. Being a rookie in zhng-ing camera, I need master like WeiYing to guide me to zhng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to arab street. Wei Ying told me the shop we went to is the shop that Xiaxue recommended. Cheap and good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 4 packets of Lighted Peach size 12 crystals - each at $7 with 144 pieces in it. And a tool for picking the crystal - $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the price should be&lt;strong&gt; ($7 x 4) + $10 = $38!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without the need to bargain price, the indian man lower the price for you. He does that to every customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discount: &lt;strong&gt;$31&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't ask me why that $1, I don't wanna ask why also. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceed to other store to dig for other colour crystals that can make my name stand out from my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final decision: Black crystal - $2.80 with very little crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I don't need much, it's only for my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right I should get a tray for convenient use when picking the crystal, and also epoxy glue. But thanks to Wei Ying, she sponsored the glue and tray for me. =D Save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ying asked me what style and design do I want for my camera. My head filled with question marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Got japanese style, got ang mo style."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"What's the diff??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Japanese style anyhow paste on one, messy messy one. Ang mo one very neat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Of course I want it neat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjciyPrBI/AAAAAAAAD0I/1bF7iKy2_6Y/s1600/Michael+%2B+Wendy+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490747142974482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjciyPrBI/AAAAAAAAD0I/1bF7iKy2_6Y/s400/Michael+%2B+Wendy+267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaxue's phone. DAMN CHIO. Wei Ying told me Xiaxue's handphone belong to Japanese style. Hmmm.. Messy meh? I think damn chio with the combination of different colours! Look so candy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjcNNyp8I/AAAAAAAAD0A/Sol3FRssTm0/s1600/prod_297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490741352933314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjcNNyp8I/AAAAAAAAD0A/Sol3FRssTm0/s400/prod_297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjb4GUedI/AAAAAAAADz4/mjob_mCKRqc/s1600/sidekick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490735684450770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjb4GUedI/AAAAAAAADz4/mjob_mCKRqc/s400/sidekick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiosome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjbR6SE4I/AAAAAAAADzw/j7_QHnZijiU/s1600/Swarovski-Crystal-iPhone-Case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490725433414530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjbR6SE4I/AAAAAAAADzw/j7_QHnZijiU/s400/Swarovski-Crystal-iPhone-Case.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make my camera like this. With a small icon at the side, then start to zhng all crystals on. But WeiYing say it's hard, so I didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjbLpnUKI/AAAAAAAADzo/5bRxVuSH2T8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490723752890530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjbLpnUKI/AAAAAAAADzo/5bRxVuSH2T8/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjONENfvI/AAAAAAAADzg/nwrNlCPBnOM/s1600/prod_291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490500794580722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjONENfvI/AAAAAAAADzg/nwrNlCPBnOM/s400/prod_291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjNp73doI/AAAAAAAADzY/NMnb5kNpgVE/s1600/phone_skin_crystal_embellishment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490491364341378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjNp73doI/AAAAAAAADzY/NMnb5kNpgVE/s400/phone_skin_crystal_embellishment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK CHIO! I like!!! But I think need alot time and also quite hard to make them neat! And I scared I will "3 minute hot". hahaha. Like awhile then don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjNWOU5YI/AAAAAAAADzQ/Oumdt4Tf1Og/s1600/o_P291956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490486073058690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjNWOU5YI/AAAAAAAADzQ/Oumdt4Tf1Og/s400/o_P291956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjM6dF7NI/AAAAAAAADzI/yIOGxsMZy3A/s1600/bling-cell-phone-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490478618799314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjM6dF7NI/AAAAAAAADzI/yIOGxsMZy3A/s400/bling-cell-phone-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjMjidpdI/AAAAAAAADzA/7Hr6bWRRdno/s1600/bling%2520cell%2520phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452490472467310034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjMjidpdI/AAAAAAAADzA/7Hr6bWRRdno/s400/bling%2520cell%2520phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/55/sony-cybershot-tx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 530px; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/55/sony-cybershot-tx1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBoLNhJfI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/38LKmu8WvCI/s1600/DSC08773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452875776043066866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBoLNhJfI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/38LKmu8WvCI/s400/DSC08773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6skcoR77oI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/UuDSML2Sx6U/s1600/Photo1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452491848129703554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6skcoR77oI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/UuDSML2Sx6U/s400/Photo1693.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken by my lousy phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yCRgI8EPI/AAAAAAAAD1w/4DNKiyNj77Q/s1600/DSC08787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452876486035640562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yCRgI8EPI/AAAAAAAAD1w/4DNKiyNj77Q/s400/DSC08787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yCRfN5J3I/AAAAAAAAD1o/U2jcK7TI1EE/s1600/DSC08788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452876485787985778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yCRfN5J3I/AAAAAAAAD1o/U2jcK7TI1EE/s400/DSC08788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken by Wei Ying's camera. Bling dao~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta dah~ Done! My chio golden camera! At the corner is my name Mui. BUT! Not very obvious, because the gold crystals is too bright. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ying Big three steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBot_m9AI/AAAAAAAAD0g/0wHQ7cLzO1E/s1600/DSC08776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452875785379968002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBot_m9AI/AAAAAAAAD0g/0wHQ7cLzO1E/s400/DSC08776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Paste a layer of protection on the part that you want to paste the crystals on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can get the transparent sticky layer from Art Friend. Cut and paste according to your preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBo9d2LuI/AAAAAAAAD0o/1TODnFGRbOY/s1600/DSC08778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452875789533327074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBo9d2LuI/AAAAAAAAD0o/1TODnFGRbOY/s400/DSC08778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBpIlpj8I/AAAAAAAAD0w/80RoDPFuMQE/s1600/DSC08779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452875792518844354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBpIlpj8I/AAAAAAAAD0w/80RoDPFuMQE/s400/DSC08779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Spread the epoxy glue!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two types of glue: Fast drying and slow drying. Get slow drying if you think the zhng process takes about 1 hour. Fast drying usually for smaller portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB9LVqOHI/AAAAAAAAD1A/-ov1xHOiqWs/s1600/DSC08781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452876136854468722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB9LVqOHI/AAAAAAAAD1A/-ov1xHOiqWs/s400/DSC08781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBpWfRnNI/AAAAAAAAD04/exk4WvIi_UE/s1600/DSC08780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452875796250205394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yBpWfRnNI/AAAAAAAAD04/exk4WvIi_UE/s400/DSC08780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB9RXGYTI/AAAAAAAAD1I/E8DHm_33UPc/s1600/DSC08782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452876138471121202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB9RXGYTI/AAAAAAAAD1I/E8DHm_33UPc/s400/DSC08782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Zhng your name/logo before you start to fill up the camera with crystals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let Wei Ying do my name because I am new to such thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she handed over to me to try doing it myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB90Fc0XI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/QU5WcVeD3rk/s1600/DSC08783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452876147792335218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB90Fc0XI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/QU5WcVeD3rk/s400/DSC08783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB-DeRMGI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/-h0hrLxzzsM/s1600/DSC08784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452876151922962530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB-DeRMGI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/-h0hrLxzzsM/s400/DSC08784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB-iQJ5nI/AAAAAAAAD1g/jnofPS9ZnTU/s1600/DSC08786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452876160185263730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6yB-iQJ5nI/AAAAAAAAD1g/jnofPS9ZnTU/s400/DSC08786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Ying: Woo you do damn fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA YEAH I GOT TALENT SIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Wei Ying. XOXOXO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/988869429234185087-8978250130568949688?l=mui-ing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/feeds/8978250130568949688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/zhng-my-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8978250130568949688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/988869429234185087/posts/default/8978250130568949688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mui-ing.blogspot.com/2010/03/zhng-my-camera.html' title='Zhng my camera'/><author><name>mUi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447805424905481962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/SjUaTgZZ4OI/AAAAAAAADW0/fcbjisy283A/S220/Photo0478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zTPYJikps4/S6sjciyPrBI/AAAAAAAAD0I/1bF7iKy2_6Y/s72-c/Michael+%2B+Wendy+267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-988869429234185087.post-8939798317388366741</id><published>2010-03-25T04:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:31:32.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agreement with Lee Mui Hua</title><content type='html'>Yuna Lee はなこ : zzz,that muiling chao cheebye one,she have spy in my facebook ,knn,u know how to remove fren?&lt;br /&gt;3 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuna Lee はなこ: angel u put はなこ behind ur name?like all of us did,this is group name,so i easy to find u all when i wanna view u all&lt;br /&gt;3 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgina Lee: ya u pua chee bai ok? now what u wan? meet me to tok. dun hide urself.&lt;br /&gt;2 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuna Lee はなこ: hide ur lan la&lt;br /&gt;about an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgina Lee : i got no lan. eh finally u responded?? u got so much sorrow to pour, and u wanna speak up for urself so much. settle among ourselves then.&lt;br /&gt;about an hour ago ·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuna Lee はなこ: haha!ur dai ji la who wan to c ur f face?hahaha!look how childish u r,pple scold u u think is reali using the phase to ask u whether gt lan or nt??haha!&lt;br /&gt;about an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgina Lee see who i am toking to, if to u of cos i mus be as childish as u. CUT THESE STUPID THING. before it floods ur fren's wall. ok DON'T MEET. settle through here also can. first thing first, what do you want.&lt;br /&gt;about an hour a
