<?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-6937113363140129923</id><updated>2012-01-24T16:42:22.015+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='10 day challenge'/><category term='Everyday life'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Vanity'/><category term='Rubbish'/><category term='Reviews: books and movies'/><category term='Uncategorized'/><category term='Cooking attempts'/><category term='Angst'/><category term='Silly stuff'/><category term='Occasions'/><category term='Emoey'/><category term='Reminisce'/><title type='text'>ITS MY LIFE. I'LL DO WHAT I WANT</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the life of an ordinary girl who has her own share of ups and downs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>640</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-5882979329304838610</id><published>2012-01-18T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:42:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prioritize!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I have not made good on my resolution. What happened to updating more recently? Grr..I have no time. Not enough time. Haiihh I know its not true. Its all a matter of priorities. I'm sure a lot of people have read this story before, but I still want to share it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://passive-observers.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-lesson-in-philosophy.html"&gt;http://passive-observers.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-lesson-in-philosophy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The philosophy Professor appeared in the classroom with a big paper box. Without saying anything, he took out of the paper box a glass vase and began filling it up with small stones. The students were all looking puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the vase didn’t have any more space for stones, the professor asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is the vase full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the students replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, it’s full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled and without speaking, he took out of the paper box a bag with small pebbles and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;started filling up the vase; he shook it a bit and the pebbles dropped and filled the gaps between the stones. When the vase didn’t have any more space for pebbles, the professor asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is the vase full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the students replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, it’s full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and, without speaking, he took out of the paper box a bag of sand and started emptying it into the vase. The sand dropped and filled all the gaps between stones and pebbles. When the vase didn’t have any more space for sand, he asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is the vase full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students slightly hesitated, but replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, it’s full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled again, and without speaking, he took out of the paper box two bottles of beer and started spilling them into the vase. When the vase didn’t have any more space for beer, he asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is the vase full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the students laughed and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, it’s full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Now, said the professor, I want you to imagine that the vase represents your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stones are the most important things in life: Family, your partner, your children, your health, your good friends.&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other important things in your life such as studies, home, and work. If you put them first in the vase, there wouldn’t be any space left for stones, the most important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;Sand is everything else -the very small things- in life. If you put the sand first, there wouldn't be any space left neither for stones nor pebbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vase is your life. If you spend time and effort for small things, you will never find time for the important ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Separate what is important for your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to your parents, play with your kids, adore your partner, look after your health, enjoy your friends. There will always be time for knowledge and studies, there will always be time for work, there will always be time to fix your house and your car. Be careful for the stones. Separate your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were amazed but one asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Well, ok with all of that but what about the beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the laughing professor replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I’m so glad you asked. It’s simple: No matter how full is your life, no matter how tight things can be, you have to know that THERE WILL ALWAYS BE SPACE FOR A COUPLE OF BEERS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although the story I heard was coffee at the ending and not beer. I suppose coffee would be better to tell students, since beer is slightly encouraging. But its the same thing anyway. No matter how busy you are, there is always time for a cup of coffee, or a couple of beers with your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So moving on from our priorities. Here are some photos of my life recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the New Year's Ever party at Sarawak Club, there was a caricature/comic artist. Since it was free of charge, we all joined in the queue to have our own drawing. Saved time by drawing in twos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QJEotpjCE84/TxTbz-0DaYI/AAAAAAAAKAs/ZGULP7-T-PY/s640/blogger-image-1392286764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QJEotpjCE84/TxTbz-0DaYI/AAAAAAAAKAs/ZGULP7-T-PY/s640/blogger-image-1392286764.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were all very dressed up that day. The theme for the evening was Circus Trapeze something along those lines. Formal black tie. If I learned anything from my years of going to Sarawak Club on New Years Eve, its that everyone is dressed up to the nines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, better to be overdressed than under-dressed. As such, this year, we fit in perfectly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cU-aulU_3Lo/TxTb3k8pkCI/AAAAAAAAKBM/MJ-_chRa4Ns/s640/blogger-image-1049728574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cU-aulU_3Lo/TxTb3k8pkCI/AAAAAAAAKBM/MJ-_chRa4Ns/s640/blogger-image-1049728574.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at our drawing! Cs looks so much like Lee Chong Wei in the caricature drawing. And I, I look like his mother or someone older haih..Oh well, I wanted a drawing, and we got one. No complaints! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zEXSkELQ2Jg/TxTb0i8rvuI/AAAAAAAAKA0/njAH75dUgV4/s640/blogger-image-1169461601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zEXSkELQ2Jg/TxTb0i8rvuI/AAAAAAAAKA0/njAH75dUgV4/s1600/blogger-image-1169461601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is LCW, in case you didn't know. The world's number 1 badminton player from Malaysia. I like LCW. Cs, like, is inadequate. Cs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;worships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LCW!!! If LCW is a woman, I would be mighty jealous! Hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hu48ijzj5bo/TxaBSIz_gHI/AAAAAAAAKBs/8Bc2tvY7lV4/s1600/lee-chong-wei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hu48ijzj5bo/TxaBSIz_gHI/AAAAAAAAKBs/8Bc2tvY7lV4/s1600/lee-chong-wei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I watch waaayy too much badminton than I ever need to, thank u very much. Cs has been talking about LCW's new book for days. About how he is going to buy both the English and Chinese version, and a limited edition (if available), and bringing it with us to Taiwan so he can read on the plane etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I watch the finals match and I am glad that LCW won the Malaysia Open for the 8th consecutive time and I am looking forward to LCW winning in the Olympics etc..but Cs, he is different. He follows every single&amp;nbsp;match, remembers the scores, and has the ready answer if anyone even asks him about the match. He checks the live score on the website every 5 mins (or less) when we are in church!!! When LCW is playing!!!!! Huge Fan indeed! I have learned not to speak to him when LCW is playing on tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on, moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zoCE7a76cW4/TxTb2k_fz1I/AAAAAAAAKBE/8odRntGWgtE/s640/blogger-image-1141504967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-zoCE7a76cW4/TxTb2k_fz1I/AAAAAAAAKBE/8odRntGWgtE/s640/blogger-image-1141504967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Winnie and Kah Ling's caricature. Any comments? Don't be shy now. Its very obvious that (in the drawing), Winnie looks like Kah Ling's mum. Not that Winnie is old. Just that Kah Ling looks young, like a kid. Hahaa this should be a compliment. I must state again: in the drawing ah, yao, not real life! Before Winnie comes and screw me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--OGDuDt23EI/TxTcU_VXnxI/AAAAAAAAKBU/B8tTgllOc4k/s640/blogger-image-1308052518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--OGDuDt23EI/TxTcU_VXnxI/AAAAAAAAKBU/B8tTgllOc4k/s1600/blogger-image-1308052518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cherrie!! Little princess watching the world go by..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back to badminton again. Cs won a lucky draw prize. A new badminton racket from Yonex worth about RM200+ Needless to say, he was ecstatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Coincidentally, on the same day, it was my office's annual dinner and I also won a lucky draw: laptop bag. :) Better than nothing. Happy nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1uw-k9Mk258/TxTcWWV_yWI/AAAAAAAAKBk/QYSG3aHoKF8/s640/blogger-image--1987898938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1uw-k9Mk258/TxTcWWV_yWI/AAAAAAAAKBk/QYSG3aHoKF8/s640/blogger-image--1987898938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the spirit of Chinese New Year, we gathered at my mum's place and made seaweed popiah and meat floss popiah!! And finished everything before Chinese New Year. Well, not the meat floss on so much, but the seaweed popiah are all gone now. Mum and Winnie have since made a second batch, and I..I am going to stop eating for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j11PCqM_WE0/TxTb1l83AII/AAAAAAAAKA8/V2fRjZZCEGU/s640/blogger-image-1757525809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-j11PCqM_WE0/TxTb1l83AII/AAAAAAAAKA8/V2fRjZZCEGU/s640/blogger-image-1757525809.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I'm talking about: seaweed popiah. I'm sure there are other names, but I like the term seaweed popiah. So be it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OOOY87ncctQ/TxTby682CsI/AAAAAAAAKAk/hFhxv4rtKzI/s640/blogger-image-2108904912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OOOY87ncctQ/TxTby682CsI/AAAAAAAAKAk/hFhxv4rtKzI/s640/blogger-image-2108904912.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Annual dinner theme was Hawaiian night. So almost every other girl had a flower in the hair, or alot of flowers in the hair, or garlands. Pretty. Guys had on flowery Hawaiian shirts, and some had hats and flip flops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a very casual looking affair in a 5 star hotel, no less. But it was good fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v4JaYq6_nro/TxTcVvH4mNI/AAAAAAAAKBc/ZxNuzhZL5CA/s640/blogger-image--218476696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v4JaYq6_nro/TxTcVvH4mNI/AAAAAAAAKBc/ZxNuzhZL5CA/s640/blogger-image--218476696.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My outfit that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that's it for my update so far. I'm halfway writing my Disneyland post but its taking too long. Long posts are just too time consuming. Ahh..I'm almost done. Maybe I'll write more again tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-5882979329304838610?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5882979329304838610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=5882979329304838610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5882979329304838610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5882979329304838610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates.html' title='Prioritize!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QJEotpjCE84/TxTbz-0DaYI/AAAAAAAAKAs/ZGULP7-T-PY/s72-c/blogger-image-1392286764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-5422317710263793356</id><published>2012-01-09T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:31:34.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation of Hong Kong trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I open up my blog everyday and I gotta say. Even I am kinda fed up/sick of my blog. Hehe blog, why u no update yourself??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must. I must make it one of my resolutions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- to blog more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- to eat more healthily (less Maggi) and maintain current weight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- drink less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- to earn more money. No idea how yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- to travel more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- to cook more and save money in the process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's about it for now. Realistic resolutions. Unrealistic ones include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- go to London and Europe!! Make it for Shirley's wedding! Kill me now. I wanna gooooo sooooo baddddd...Bitch needs me to be her bridesmaid. Heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- bake more. Make those awesome looking cakes I drool/lust over such as tiramisu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;s&gt;Quit current job and stay at home goyang kaki &lt;/s&gt;Find another job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from my resolutions. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So in continuation of my Hong Kong trip. We took the Star Ferry from Kowloon island to Hong Kong island. You can take the MTR as well but where's the fun in that? Star Ferry was kinda cheap too only about HK$3 (estimating cos I forgot already). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We came out of Tsim Sha Tsui MTR, walked past Sasa's and Bonjour's and many branded expensive looking shops before finally reaching the harbour. Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wThgDW7pSTU/TwEikAQUmYI/AAAAAAAAJwI/-2F3lETIOTA/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wThgDW7pSTU/TwEikAQUmYI/AAAAAAAAJwI/-2F3lETIOTA/s640/IMG_0211.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpUsit_U2_U/TwE2xu3H5kI/AAAAAAAAJzg/h10W_CJQ-2I/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Hong Kong. The views. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. I was so happy walking around pointing my camera at everywhere taking photos. Simply take photos like me also the photos turn out not bad eyy. Lihai. (and so modest).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQyIZ9cZhEA/TwEirfVIIWI/AAAAAAAAJwQ/4mS7fTfPy4c/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQyIZ9cZhEA/TwEirfVIIWI/AAAAAAAAJwQ/4mS7fTfPy4c/s640/IMG_0214.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it was around sunset by then. Ehh just realized Cs face getting quite round. Hahaha I did quite a good job in fattening him up. /pats self on the back. Lihai again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1s2egCzYaE/TwEiyDZ6lqI/AAAAAAAAJwY/BepNKfZ1qT4/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1s2egCzYaE/TwEiyDZ6lqI/AAAAAAAAJwY/BepNKfZ1qT4/s640/IMG_0218.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took some 10 mins? or less to arrive at Central. I don't remember cos I was busy taking photos and admiring the views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKoXS6FpaCQ/TwEi45vwvdI/AAAAAAAAJwg/IfYXjC8wd8s/s1600/IMG_0220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKoXS6FpaCQ/TwEi45vwvdI/AAAAAAAAJwg/IfYXjC8wd8s/s640/IMG_0220.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGSM_OejS5o/TwEjA_2FuuI/AAAAAAAAJwo/XY8MqaTjx0Y/s1600/IMG_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGSM_OejS5o/TwEjA_2FuuI/AAAAAAAAJwo/XY8MqaTjx0Y/s640/IMG_0224.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the boat/ship/ferry. So quaint.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKuJf42OacQ/TwEjJoHx6II/AAAAAAAAJww/O4y45E76Kt8/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NKuJf42OacQ/TwEjJoHx6II/AAAAAAAAJww/O4y45E76Kt8/s640/IMG_0228.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5S6WOCrKA5k/TwEjSBaSRAI/AAAAAAAAJw4/MeEMiBL93oI/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5S6WOCrKA5k/TwEjSBaSRAI/AAAAAAAAJw4/MeEMiBL93oI/s640/IMG_0230.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥ the views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHLLYz6yWq4/TwEja4Vel0I/AAAAAAAAJxA/al7yWAQg2I4/s1600/IMG_0231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHLLYz6yWq4/TwEja4Vel0I/AAAAAAAAJxA/al7yWAQg2I4/s640/IMG_0231.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cs with our trusty guide book..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZfuD6KmdGk/TwEjjiWwPgI/AAAAAAAAJxI/op1wwIiTEKk/s1600/IMG_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZfuD6KmdGk/TwEjjiWwPgI/AAAAAAAAJxI/op1wwIiTEKk/s640/IMG_0233.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And me posing..It wasn't cold at all. We went in mid November. Oh gawd and only now did I finally get to write about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZYsUd067P8/TwEjzkyLHcI/AAAAAAAAJxY/GdfsrLpq4j0/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZYsUd067P8/TwEjzkyLHcI/AAAAAAAAJxY/GdfsrLpq4j0/s640/IMG_0238.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me posing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTyslpNF7cM/TwEj7lDBO-I/AAAAAAAAJxg/tdSd__8egXs/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QTyslpNF7cM/TwEj7lDBO-I/AAAAAAAAJxg/tdSd__8egXs/s640/IMG_0239.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Followed the crowds and saw a huge Apple store packed full with people. As I took this photo, I looked around to see quite a few other tourists like us also taking this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-663kRiR7kYA/TwEkB_6wsgI/AAAAAAAAJxo/cwhPMmlzkK4/s1600/IMG_0245.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-663kRiR7kYA/TwEkB_6wsgI/AAAAAAAAJxo/cwhPMmlzkK4/s640/IMG_0245.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walked around Central in the mall (don't know whats the name by now) and used the fancy and very clean toilet. Then we decided to go to the Peak. So we went to take the tram up. Super long queue lo. Many tourists and we had to wait quite a while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0IJcs4EbPYE/TwElJVsJtWI/AAAAAAAAJx0/mynK5YpvokE/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0IJcs4EbPYE/TwElJVsJtWI/AAAAAAAAJx0/mynK5YpvokE/s640/IMG_0250.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LosCL1UGAoI/TwElQspxJiI/AAAAAAAAJx8/LLq3Y3fWL8Y/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LosCL1UGAoI/TwElQspxJiI/AAAAAAAAJx8/LLq3Y3fWL8Y/s640/IMG_0255.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tram! Everyone pushing/squeezing to go up. I am damn kiasu (as always) so I push back and managed to get a seat in front..Hahahha I am like that on Air Asia as well, before they introduced seat numbers. I am damn kiasu and walk super fast and cut here and there and always end up in front! V for Victory! Don't know why I'm broadcasting here buay paiseh one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tyCiLqY7HY/TwElYaiMaSI/AAAAAAAAJyE/pf5plPQJl9Y/s1600/IMG_0257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tyCiLqY7HY/TwElYaiMaSI/AAAAAAAAJyE/pf5plPQJl9Y/s640/IMG_0257.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVZF-W6C4nM/TwElgMv6-UI/AAAAAAAAJyM/UvI9o0MysFc/s1600/IMG_0262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVZF-W6C4nM/TwElgMv6-UI/AAAAAAAAJyM/UvI9o0MysFc/s640/IMG_0262.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't go in to Madame Tussauds because I went to the one in London and Cs already went in this one in HK. We both thought it was overrated. Kinda boring really taking photos with wax figures and everyone tries to molest/get close and do silly poses with the stars.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4n1T2ep78U/TwEln3HhUmI/AAAAAAAAJyU/06Vd2gucRF4/s1600/IMG_0266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4n1T2ep78U/TwEln3HhUmI/AAAAAAAAJyU/06Vd2gucRF4/s640/IMG_0266.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I posted this photo on Friendster and fooled my siblings hahaha they thought I met Colin Farrell. Looks real because of the Guiness in his hand. My mum thought I was so thick skinned for going up to him and taking photo when he was obviously ignoring me. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRllFoZl17A/TwrdIzOiTTI/AAAAAAAAJ2k/k1NZzfPHACE/s1600/DSC03054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRllFoZl17A/TwrdIzOiTTI/AAAAAAAAJ2k/k1NZzfPHACE/s400/DSC03054.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Smaller photo because I look terrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, I looked like that in 2005. That is how I look like about 10 kg heavier, bad hair, no make up, and bad smile. Moving on moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haih..Nv ren ah..really have to work to take care of ourselves. What we eat and drink, our skin care regime, exercise and fucking hair and make up. Need to invest time and money. Ahh no time to do so much shit lah. Have to cook, work and earn money and shit give birth some more. Not to mention all your hard work goes down the drain when you are pregnant. Hahha obviously I am not ready to be pregnant yet and I am damn emo now. Its the PMS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTu210CqvtE/TwEltm9SR0I/AAAAAAAAJyc/ploGeTydSXY/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTu210CqvtE/TwEltm9SR0I/AAAAAAAAJyc/ploGeTydSXY/s640/IMG_0269.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The peak!! It is quite chilly and so windy up there. Don't be like Cs and forget your jacket. Don't be like me and wear a short skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHNx0Rf_ktk/TwEl1vr7JHI/AAAAAAAAJyk/fexX4G9SBG8/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HHNx0Rf_ktk/TwEl1vr7JHI/AAAAAAAAJyk/fexX4G9SBG8/s640/IMG_0294.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My humble little S90 takes quite awesome photos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIssG9wlLL4/TwEl-4z5LxI/AAAAAAAAJys/2veyU8AHDJo/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bIssG9wlLL4/TwEl-4z5LxI/AAAAAAAAJys/2veyU8AHDJo/s640/IMG_0299.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't stay long. Just to take photos, and help others tourists take photos, and steal some hugs and kisses, then off we went. It was kinda cold and the wind was soo strong. I didn't want to catch a cold. Plus we wanted to go to Lan Kwai Fong after this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cd2cnA6L2Lo/TwEmHQRSBDI/AAAAAAAAJy0/RbH3JAZywXE/s1600/IMG_0307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cd2cnA6L2Lo/TwEmHQRSBDI/AAAAAAAAJy0/RbH3JAZywXE/s640/IMG_0307.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue to go back down. Boo sama dia. Brrr..it ish cold lah but at least the queue pretty fast..&lt;br /&gt;Look at what everyone else was wearing and what Cs and I are wearing (quick scroll up to see again!!)No wonder we are shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWEuZr1zIhU/TwE2SJbgIbI/AAAAAAAAJzA/vLAbNTUx9Ck/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWEuZr1zIhU/TwE2SJbgIbI/AAAAAAAAJzA/vLAbNTUx9Ck/s640/IMG_0318.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Lan Kwai Fong!! It was a Monday night and it was pretty quiet. Just office workers. Men in suits and women in office attire having a pint after work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jcwlf5GM4FQ/TwE2aEbzNnI/AAAAAAAAJzI/NfZHkxAtKKU/s1600/IMG_0322.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jcwlf5GM4FQ/TwE2aEbzNnI/AAAAAAAAJzI/NfZHkxAtKKU/s640/IMG_0322.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHFGbptK7qI/TwE2qYJQvkI/AAAAAAAAJzY/fTsVRo9eVSA/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHFGbptK7qI/TwE2qYJQvkI/AAAAAAAAJzY/fTsVRo9eVSA/s640/IMG_0328.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose a bar that was easy to people watch and went in for some beer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpUsit_U2_U/TwE2xu3H5kI/AAAAAAAAJzg/h10W_CJQ-2I/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpUsit_U2_U/TwE2xu3H5kI/AAAAAAAAJzg/h10W_CJQ-2I/s640/IMG_0331.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unassuming looking chips that tastes good. Wished we could get more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcEvpr-Qf5A/TwE24gAIe-I/AAAAAAAAJzo/g7E-Az8IlMQ/s640/IMG_0333.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am more like a girl lo really. Drinking white/red wine or cocktails instead of beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s640/IMG_0335.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kd-HUd_3fuo/TwrhP7IC0QI/AAAAAAAAJ20/0fE5Tzr18jM/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kd-HUd_3fuo/TwrhP7IC0QI/AAAAAAAAJ20/0fE5Tzr18jM/s640/IMG_0340.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to Yung Kee for supper. The super expensive restaurant! I asked for plain water because I had hiccups and I needed water immediately, and the server gave me a pot of hot water similar to the one below. And charged me a ridiculous amount for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3K8vbSjYdnk/TwrhWj2GEtI/AAAAAAAAJ28/kwZ1-bhnHWQ/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3K8vbSjYdnk/TwrhWj2GEtI/AAAAAAAAJ28/kwZ1-bhnHWQ/s640/IMG_0342.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know if you should go to Yung Kee really. The food is good. We had roast goose and century eggs and they charged a ridiculous amount about RM 80 for the roast goose below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNGNRCvwEeM/TwrhqKHH65I/AAAAAAAAJ3M/24MM81cY8qI/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNGNRCvwEeM/TwrhqKHH65I/AAAAAAAAJ3M/24MM81cY8qI/s640/IMG_0348.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tastes good lar but I'm sure you can get the same at other places for much cheaper. Plus the service is bad. Lai, lets boo sama dia. Hahhah I wonder who reads my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Malaysians and Singaporeans, can anyone else understand me? Allow me to explain. Lai means come. As in come, come let's all boo sama dia. Lihai (when I use it) means smart/good/thumbs up. Boo sama dia means booo..hands down. (Something like that). And SPK means sua pa koo or toad under the well (something like that too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2Bu4xxHx0k/TwrhzIVn9HI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/UkYPORNh-rk/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2Bu4xxHx0k/TwrhzIVn9HI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/UkYPORNh-rk/s640/IMG_0353.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant looks expensive from the outside eh. Supposedly won lots of awards. I say supposedly cos I dunno lah and I am lazy to do my research. I just assume so from the photos and mentions of awards in the restaurant. Don't take me so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIrBBUEUmSc/Twrh-R3v4lI/AAAAAAAAJ3c/sYuvJ7JHhOw/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIrBBUEUmSc/Twrh-R3v4lI/AAAAAAAAJ3c/sYuvJ7JHhOw/s640/IMG_0359.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SplLnkIq40/TwriJZsjnGI/AAAAAAAAJ3k/Dx5V4IgTOd4/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SplLnkIq40/TwriJZsjnGI/AAAAAAAAJ3k/Dx5V4IgTOd4/s640/IMG_0360.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us look terrible after a looong day out and alcohol. Like shit. But posting it anyway because we were so happy then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnUm1rhPw4I/TwriRw9xp1I/AAAAAAAAJ3s/PrbgCQQV4zE/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnUm1rhPw4I/TwriRw9xp1I/AAAAAAAAJ3s/PrbgCQQV4zE/s640/IMG_0367.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we came out of Yau Ma Tei, next to the station, we went to buy some curry fish balls as err supper. Or midnight snack. Since we were on holiday, we had to try more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxP7GEAr3JM/TwriZ4nbfXI/AAAAAAAAJ30/kb0G72mphBc/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxP7GEAr3JM/TwriZ4nbfXI/AAAAAAAAJ30/kb0G72mphBc/s640/IMG_0369.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZcQp8HfHUM/TwE2_kuILNI/AAAAAAAAJzw/bP-jzCMyhQ8/s1600/IMG_0335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQnKYAcic68/TwriilkJClI/AAAAAAAAJ38/t6MOi0N30DY/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQnKYAcic68/TwriilkJClI/AAAAAAAAJ38/t6MOi0N30DY/s640/IMG_0372.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men. Have to eat so much. Siao one. I don't have to keep reminding him to eat nowadays (like I did before when he was a crazy 58kg). He is now a healthy 76-78 kg. Good work mi. He now hunts for food for himself. Also, I encourage him to eat more and very willingly cook supper for him every night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated but I am in a talking mood now. I went out drinking with Winnie last weekend. Cs stayed home watching tv and sleeping early. I woke him up about midnight to tell him that he don't have to send me home and that Winnie will send me back. But about 2+ am, I called him to ask him to pick me up. I whatsapped him to be exact. He woke up and called me and came immediately. He apparently kept waking up every 15 mins or so to check his whatsapp in case I needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he picked me up and we went home. It was about 3am by then. There was some pipe problem in our house so our shower water is very small like smaller than tap water. Makes it damn near impossible to shower or wash hair. Plus no hot water. And it is raining day and night leh fcuking cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3am, my husband actually ran my bath water for me. Made sure I had lukewarm water to shower in and filled buckets for me. I am the luckiest girl in the world. When I woke up the next morning, I had buckets of lukewarm water to shower in again, and said hubby is at work already. Yes, I am a lucky bitch. I'm aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSAnFgC5zzY/TwsEjs0bUQI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/2FgwSt1Wbzs/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I love him too. :) I fill his bath water for him as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSAnFgC5zzY/TwsEjs0bUQI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/2FgwSt1Wbzs/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSAnFgC5zzY/TwsEjs0bUQI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/2FgwSt1Wbzs/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-5422317710263793356?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5422317710263793356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=5422317710263793356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5422317710263793356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5422317710263793356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2012/01/continuation-of-hong-kong-trip.html' title='Continuation of Hong Kong trip'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wThgDW7pSTU/TwEikAQUmYI/AAAAAAAAJwI/-2F3lETIOTA/s72-c/IMG_0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-7733633318125725995</id><published>2012-01-05T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:26:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching floods: 05.01.2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDER13Y-AFc/TwWP3icZ37I/AAAAAAAAJ10/WhW3-Jx9deU/s1600/flood1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this my first official post of 2012. The beginning of the year was kinda sucky; I fell sick. Hate my tonsils, I really wanna cut them off. Grr. They give me sore throat which almost immediately brings on high fever which means its time to visit the doctor, because those drugs from pharmacies are always not strong enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum brought me to her doctor, unlike any that I have ever been to. He gave me two shots after hearing my symptoms and alot of pills to take right in front of him. Two shots eyy!! TWO!! Big needles. The one in my ass hurts more that the one in my arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh moving on. I'm almost back to normal already. Already healing. Still taking meds but I refuse to think of this as a bad beginning or whatever nonsense such as end of 2012 that a couple of retards keep talking about on FB. Wth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of this, Kuching today was hit by floods so severe in several districts. I feel very fortunate that my housing area is fine. But the main roads are flooded. I couldn't get to work even if I had wanted to. It rained the whole day and night. Before I went to bed at night, it was already raining heavily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the middle of the night, I woke up several times because of the sounds of the rain. Heavy rain. We are lucky that we only need to check the ceilings for leaks, and not for signs of floods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone was getting updates on Facebook on which roads were flooded. All these photos are taken from Facebook. Sorry I cannot credit anyone because they are shared hundreds of times around. I have seen the same photos shared by many different people but please feel free to correct me if you have taken these photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDER13Y-AFc/TwWP3icZ37I/AAAAAAAAJ10/WhW3-Jx9deU/s1600/flood1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDER13Y-AFc/TwWP3icZ37I/AAAAAAAAJ10/WhW3-Jx9deU/s640/flood1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of these photos were taken in the morning on the way to work. Many people were stuck in the jam, using their phones to update statuses and taking photos. As you can see, the photo above was taken from Rock Road, on the way to Saberkas. Batu Lintang on the right is soo flooded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A disaster happened there. A Form 6 student fell into the drain while walking to school this morning. A worker from Shell station jumped in after her. &lt;a href="http://www.theborneopost.com/2012/01/05/two-missing-student-and-would-be-rescuer-swept-away-in-storm-drain-latest/" target="_blank"&gt;Read the news report here&lt;/a&gt;. Some people in Facebook are saying that their bodies have been found, but as yet I have not seen a proper news report. Until then, fingers crossed and God Bless! Hopefully they will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdlQd_TWpGM/TwWP4gnx1FI/AAAAAAAAJ18/mKWrl-b_lFc/s1600/flood2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdlQd_TWpGM/TwWP4gnx1FI/AAAAAAAAJ18/mKWrl-b_lFc/s640/flood2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo below looks like its from Batu Lintang area as well. The area kinda slopes down. On Monday when I came home from work, I used that road and the waters were already rising. Cars were slowing down while passing but I can't imagine what its like for people who have to live in that area. Its terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjRcS3CLpcQ/TwWP5b4-dMI/AAAAAAAAJ2A/86d3yVyzqk0/s1600/flood4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjRcS3CLpcQ/TwWP5b4-dMI/AAAAAAAAJ2A/86d3yVyzqk0/s640/flood4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMctXNcqgn0/TwWP6JklE-I/AAAAAAAAJ2M/qklkzCLSMLU/s1600/flood5huising.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMctXNcqgn0/TwWP6JklE-I/AAAAAAAAJ2M/qklkzCLSMLU/s640/flood5huising.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This photo above looks unrecognisable doesn't it? This is in fact Hui Sing's housing area. According to sources on Facebook. Kinda scary really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PazwNxCJ2wQ/TwWP7WcRxdI/AAAAAAAAJ2U/BfI8P9ySyPI/s1600/flood6tarot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PazwNxCJ2wQ/TwWP7WcRxdI/AAAAAAAAJ2U/BfI8P9ySyPI/s640/flood6tarot.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tarot Cafe at Jalan Keretapi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMQSATY7zVU/TwWP8G2L0YI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/3AyFJFzWrNM/s1600/flood7timberland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMQSATY7zVU/TwWP8G2L0YI/AAAAAAAAJ2Y/3AyFJFzWrNM/s640/flood7timberland.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Timberland area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw some more photos of my housing area at the main road to MJC, and heard from friends staying at Stapok and Sg Maong area that it is flooded too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is really scary. When was the last time Kuching was so badly hit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a bad day all around. God bless those two missing persons and their families.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-7733633318125725995?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7733633318125725995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=7733633318125725995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7733633318125725995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7733633318125725995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2012/01/kuching-floods-05012012.html' title='Kuching floods: 05.01.2012'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDER13Y-AFc/TwWP3icZ37I/AAAAAAAAJ10/WhW3-Jx9deU/s72-c/flood1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-8738964115084569990</id><published>2011-12-31T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:49:55.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Cherrie time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because I don't want to end 2011 with that post below of Kevin and me insulting each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I err..adjusted the date on this one and voila. This shall be my last post of 2011 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best things we (the Simon family) ever did this year (wait was that last year - 2010 sheeeett time really flies) was to inherit a new pet. Cherrie has brought so much joy and laughter's to our life. She has made mum so much happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RXPB7ZIiRw/TwFCw51MpJI/AAAAAAAAJz8/KKDPQECUMMI/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RXPB7ZIiRw/TwFCw51MpJI/AAAAAAAAJz8/KKDPQECUMMI/s640/IMG_0095.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; In the beginning, I was quite against my mum getting a new pet so soon after ah boi passed away. But I'm glad we did now. This little cutie, this little fatty warmed our hearts again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQfeXkRJ-Bo/TwFNiKABM4I/AAAAAAAAJ1c/GTN2URm3hMo/s1600/IMG_0891.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQfeXkRJ-Bo/TwFNiKABM4I/AAAAAAAAJ1c/GTN2URm3hMo/s640/IMG_0891.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's our little pampered princess. We love her to bits and unfortunately spoil her to bits too. Hehe but its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Said little princess sleeps with my parents in their room because little princess is afraid of the dark. We put her in the kitchen but she looked&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;so sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when we turn off the lights and left her alone. HAHA. Spoilt indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Up_C1C74NBA/TwFKk0BsMgI/AAAAAAAAJ0U/BCvfbBg3BAg/s1600/IMG_0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Up_C1C74NBA/TwFKk0BsMgI/AAAAAAAAJ0U/BCvfbBg3BAg/s640/IMG_0193.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is not dirty though if that's what you're thinking. Mum bathes her and cleans her with a wet cloth every night. Cherrie is also toilet trained literally. She runs off to the toilet when she needs to pee/shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she was still a puppy, we laid newspaper at different spots around the house so she can run to the nearest one to pee/shit. Puppies can't really hold in their pee/shit as long. When they wake up, they need to go. Immediately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1YpS_nGMPg/TwFN2CMW-nI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/Xz_H6ea_oD4/s1600/IMG_0949.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1YpS_nGMPg/TwFN2CMW-nI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/Xz_H6ea_oD4/s640/IMG_0949.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as she got older, we only put newspapers in the toilet, and she runs to the toilet when she needs to. So kwai right? :D So she really is not that bad. Quite easy to take care of. Mum or Eli cleans her up after she does her business every time. So she is clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shd5FdoMVAY/TwFLlryzfvI/AAAAAAAAJ04/VAzU79CfUzI/s1600/IMG_0572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shd5FdoMVAY/TwFLlryzfvI/AAAAAAAAJ04/VAzU79CfUzI/s640/IMG_0572.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPBBAPePmhw/TwFM0FuSqkI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/uKEHWnYPFqA/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPBBAPePmhw/TwFM0FuSqkI/AAAAAAAAJ1E/uKEHWnYPFqA/s640/IMG_0696.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know how I ended up talking so much about Cherrie but oh well. She makes me happy. I used to come home from work upset and cranky and to have a little ball of fluff jumping around you so happy to see you, it just makes my day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JDAltOsZr4/TwFNRHJonrI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/aZ_SkP1viGE/s1600/IMG_0839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JDAltOsZr4/TwFNRHJonrI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/aZ_SkP1viGE/s640/IMG_0839.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I miss that fatty even though I just saw her yesterday. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-8738964115084569990?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8738964115084569990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=8738964115084569990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8738964115084569990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8738964115084569990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/cherrie-time.html' title='Cherrie time'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RXPB7ZIiRw/TwFCw51MpJI/AAAAAAAAJz8/KKDPQECUMMI/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-1854530598667851621</id><published>2011-12-30T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:31:45.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with the brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My brother is one year older than me and I forgot when we started talking to each other like this. But it always makes me laugh like shit after. So I saved it down to share here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sgiEhEixWmg/Tv0nydgT_4I/AAAAAAAAJvs/jEthUQusHF8/s640/blogger-image--1581313013.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sgiEhEixWmg/Tv0nydgT_4I/AAAAAAAAJvs/jEthUQusHF8/s640/blogger-image--1581313013.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M1q_RGoi4XM/Tv0nzX5ZBcI/AAAAAAAAJv0/KwckNsBRb9s/s640/blogger-image--315814833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-M1q_RGoi4XM/Tv0nzX5ZBcI/AAAAAAAAJv0/KwckNsBRb9s/s640/blogger-image--315814833.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was anticipating the FUUUU when it came hahahhahaha.. Dumb shit! Referring to both me and him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-1854530598667851621?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1854530598667851621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=1854530598667851621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1854530598667851621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1854530598667851621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/conversations-with-brother.html' title='Conversations with the brother'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sgiEhEixWmg/Tv0nydgT_4I/AAAAAAAAJvs/jEthUQusHF8/s72-c/blogger-image--1581313013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-1843946647113999271</id><published>2011-12-29T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:22:35.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many dates to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We forgot our anniversary again. Fook it. So many dates, how to remember ah? This anniversary I'm talking about is the day we got together: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I remembered it a day too late. Cs, when I asked him about it, told me that he remembered it after I fell asleep. He debated on whether to wake me up or ignore it. Haha idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously though, now we have quite&amp;nbsp;a few dates to remember. I'm not the kind of girl who can remember dates. There are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) day we got together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) day he proposed (I keep forgetting the date =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) day we got married (marriage cert) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) day of our wedding (easiest to remember since we worked hard planning for it, and informing and reminding everyone of the date so much that it is imprinted&amp;nbsp;in my brain already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) days of our honeymoon (hahaha I know this isn't counted lah but really that week was one of my happiest week ever! so I want to remember it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yah. Can you blame me for not remembering? And no, I don't blame him either. Its rubbish. In the future, I have to remember my kids birthday some more. And oh no, just realized something, does this mean I now have to remember my in-law's birthday in addition to my own family? Oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better get my calendar out to mark all these dates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8cjXYQBnZNU/TvwNUtJfl9I/AAAAAAAAJvU/6tkF8UwnljY/s640/blogger-image-583837654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8cjXYQBnZNU/TvwNUtJfl9I/AAAAAAAAJvU/6tkF8UwnljY/s640/blogger-image-583837654.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was from our trip to Disneyland and Macau. We don't need a tripod, nonipod, gorillapod whatever thingymajig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pffitt...We can do this with our eyes open..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mZpW0TMvK5k/TvwNV3NiREI/AAAAAAAAJvc/5wF7lB6Takc/s640/blogger-image-1583799723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mZpW0TMvK5k/TvwNV3NiREI/AAAAAAAAJvc/5wF7lB6Takc/s640/blogger-image-1583799723.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, even with our eyes closed! Hahahhahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c6at-kvxYkw/TvwNXR4potI/AAAAAAAAJvk/wozKohSUUXM/s640/blogger-image--2111011179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c6at-kvxYkw/TvwNXR4potI/AAAAAAAAJvk/wozKohSUUXM/s640/blogger-image--2111011179.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not bad eyy..Saves money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes practise. It takes skill. And most of all, it takes a thick face (or two).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, its Friday today, and officially my last working day of the year. Bosses declared today as casual day and a half day working day. Woot. I get to go home at 12:30pm. Awesome ness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Going to catch up on much needed sleep. Been feeling a little under the weather. Raining everyday. Actually no lah, that's horseshit. I'm not feeling well because of not enough rest and too much playing and too much red wine.&amp;nbsp; Heaty. But it has been raining everyday without fail, sometimes only stopping for about 5 to 10 mins and then raining again. Its terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So what are your plans for New Year's Eve? This year as usual, I'll be at Sarawak Club with my family and my parents group of party loving friends. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, its the end of 2011 and here are some highlights of my year so far, in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1) Got married. Became a wife. Gotta get used to that term. I have a husband now. I can't refer to Cs as my bf anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2) Got a new phone. I love my Iphone. Omg..where have I been all this time? When I just got the phone, I was astounded. So many things. So many apps. I can do so many things on it. Technology is amazing. And yah, I'm a bloody hypocrite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3) Learnt to eat and cook more. Not just for me, but for Cs as well. In the process, I learnt how to cook and eat more healthily as well. If it was just myself, bah, I don't care. Eat maggi mee all the time. Or drink soup and call it a day. With Cs, I make more of an effort to eat something else, something more nutritious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4) Moved out of the comfort of my parents house. Moving out means growing up and learning alot more responsibility. I have stayed away from my family when I was in London. Then, I was a student, and it was temporary. Some more, I was younger and I didn't care that much. Away from my home country where nobody knew me, I drank, I partied, I worked and I came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But now, its permanent. I work a full time job and we both go home to buy our own groceries, cook a meal, clean the house together, pay our own bills, and know when to shut the air con, use the fan, turn off all the electric sockets before going out on holidays, throwing out expired food, buying toilet paper. This is life now, but somehow these things seem more fun/bearable because I am with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5) Learnt that it was no mean feat trying to organising a wedding. Hahaha this deserves to be in the list. We worked hard for it, and it turned out to be wonderful. I shall remember forever that day and night. Okay maybe not, but&amp;nbsp;at least I have photos and videos to document that day. (For future brides, do do do get a good photographer and videographer! They are the ones who will document your special day. Especially video. Must get it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6) Went to Damai twice, KL twice, Singapore, Phuket and Hong Kong. And I am so happy I got to travel!! I want more please. Haih there are really pros and cons of travel really. Pros: get to go out of the country, relax, shopping, eat, kick back. Cons: you get really tired after a while and just wanna go home and sleep on your own bed. And bills, bills, bills. That's why I haven't got round to buying another closet or shoe cabinet for myself. Hehh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7) I'm sure there are more but I'm getting lazy. So this list shall end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-1843946647113999271?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1843946647113999271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=1843946647113999271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1843946647113999271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1843946647113999271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-many-dates-to-remember.html' title='Too many dates to remember'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8cjXYQBnZNU/TvwNUtJfl9I/AAAAAAAAJvU/6tkF8UwnljY/s72-c/blogger-image-583837654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-7245463232890250934</id><published>2011-12-27T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:28:08.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Damai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas this year was spent at Damai Puri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pros: we had a bigger than usual room. Simply because we were located right at the corner, at the turning. Its good because there are 10 of us sleeping in this room at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xkJMqjsnKOU/TvlafN1rSoI/AAAAAAAAJu8/dzVcv112JDI/s640/blogger-image-1818111054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xkJMqjsnKOU/TvlafN1rSoI/AAAAAAAAJu8/dzVcv112JDI/s640/blogger-image-1818111054.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cons: it rained almost as soon as we arrived. Stopped for a while so we could enjoy our swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dk5vUdbowQ0/Tvlady4yW2I/AAAAAAAAJu0/6HbuT_F-F3I/s640/blogger-image--269934779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="479" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Dk5vUdbowQ0/Tvlady4yW2I/AAAAAAAAJu0/6HbuT_F-F3I/s640/blogger-image--269934779.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impending cloud of gloom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was high tide, the waves were strong, we didn't venture out to the beach at all. Stayed in the pool, tried to swim but the winds were blowing so hard, causing waves in the pool, that I just floated about enjoying myself. Oh well. It was still good to get out of the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4CtukfXzwus/TvlagJuCZQI/AAAAAAAAJvE/L5s_lTV00Jc/s640/blogger-image-732582758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4CtukfXzwus/TvlagJuCZQI/AAAAAAAAJvE/L5s_lTV00Jc/s640/blogger-image-732582758.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At night, we went to Damai Central for dinner. Had Peter Vella during dinner. It was a 5 litre box, and we almost finished it. Between the 10 of us. Lihai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3FhJBnmyvT0/Tvlaha3zv7I/AAAAAAAAJvM/aiirMWSh5w0/s640/blogger-image-1109380508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3FhJBnmyvT0/Tvlaha3zv7I/AAAAAAAAJvM/aiirMWSh5w0/s640/blogger-image-1109380508.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, we went to Escobar. The new bar at Damai Central. Pretty good place. I liked that it was by the beach. Listen to the waves, enjoying the stong winds, and listening to good music while having our beer. Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The inside of the pub was Karaoke, and the outside, they were blasting dance songs. We went in after a while. Some of the group started singing. And I, after red wine and beer, I requested Last Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I regretted it immediately afterwards and started gulping more beer. The pub was empty then, it was just us. So, I thought what the hell. Who knows, it started raining and everyone outside came crowding into the pub. FML!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still sang Last Christmas after all. The chorus part. Oh well. I shall remember this forever. The day I finally decided to sing in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of singing, I went to Planet (the karaoke) last night. OMG! I believe I have met the Voice, the Kuching's next idol, the X Factor. Whatever you want to call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what he is doing in Kuching, when he could be earning his fame somewhere else!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He can do dual voice: guy and girl. &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; sang to wu yan de jie ju. (ehh Google it), and then Ding Dang's wo shi yi ji xiao xiao niao (I'm a little bird hahah). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Man He can sing!! I keep emphasizing that he is a &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;!! With his super high voice, and guy looks. Damn! Both guy and girl voices, he rocked it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took his video and we all kept staring at him. The whole pub burst into applause when he finished singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But then ah..some 30 mins later, another girl walked into the pub and sang Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey's I believe. And I realize, its genetics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The taukenio said they are brother and sister. They both can sing SO WELL. I keep raving here, but its true. Haih moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-7245463232890250934?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7245463232890250934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=7245463232890250934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7245463232890250934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7245463232890250934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-at-damai.html' title='Christmas at Damai'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xkJMqjsnKOU/TvlafN1rSoI/AAAAAAAAJu8/dzVcv112JDI/s72-c/blogger-image-1818111054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-6300312866440321517</id><published>2011-12-27T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:55:59.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to cook more..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Found this post somewhere hidden in my Drafts so I'm posting it here. I made this pasta with meatballs a loong time ago. Its good and really easy to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kb__k6xxVyA/TrjprK9o3qI/AAAAAAAAJQE/92BaYz9cfYo/s640/blogger-image-660158219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kb__k6xxVyA/TrjprK9o3qI/AAAAAAAAJQE/92BaYz9cfYo/s1600/blogger-image-660158219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took the meatballs recipe from Kimberlycun again. I don't really remember it now but I guess that it contains: (hoping I didn't leave anything important out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- Minced beef (don't ask me how many grams and what not, I estimate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- ketchup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- 1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- worchester sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- mustard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;- garlic or onion? I used a bit of diced garlic (I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Things to remember when making meatballs/burger patties, when mixing it together with your hands, it should not be too wet. Add in the ingredients. If too wet, add in more beef. Work like that hahaha..That's how I do it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form into lumps/balls, and lay them on the plate. Cover with foil and stick into fridge for about 30 mins so they can firm up. Then fry! Voila. Done. I made burger patties with this before too. It ish good! Grilled outside, and tender and juicy inside. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_yGMSTAJdEo/TrjsEpBBLgI/AAAAAAAAJQM/uhV5NXMvVT4/s640/blogger-image-1164547330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_yGMSTAJdEo/TrjsEpBBLgI/AAAAAAAAJQM/uhV5NXMvVT4/s640/blogger-image-1164547330.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For no good reason, just felt like posting this photo up. From our wedding. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Time really flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-6300312866440321517?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6300312866440321517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=6300312866440321517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6300312866440321517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6300312866440321517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/trying-to-cook-more.html' title='Trying to cook more..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kb__k6xxVyA/TrjprK9o3qI/AAAAAAAAJQE/92BaYz9cfYo/s72-c/blogger-image-660158219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-8651458861613942277</id><published>2011-12-24T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:10:52.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I'm off to the beach!! Hope it rains hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a spoil sport. But if it rains, at least I dont have to work so hard to stay out of the sun.. :))&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-urvYaz_O9Eg/TvV6SpB-c7I/AAAAAAAAJus/o97yeH4sTZs/s640/blogger-image-1482443022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-urvYaz_O9Eg/TvV6SpB-c7I/AAAAAAAAJus/o97yeH4sTZs/s640/blogger-image-1482443022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-8651458861613942277?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8651458861613942277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=8651458861613942277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8651458861613942277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8651458861613942277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-urvYaz_O9Eg/TvV6SpB-c7I/AAAAAAAAJus/o97yeH4sTZs/s72-c/blogger-image-1482443022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-7288860454460401609</id><published>2011-12-21T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T23:13:49.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas and AFC's Next Celebrity Chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did my nails the other night. I went to Youtube to find a Christmas theme nails because I was going to Singapore and I wanted to have pretty nails for myself, and because I needed to look at something everyday to get myself in the Christmas mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3YUzzgTqAR8/Tul3OYyXBhI/AAAAAAAAJr8/2BVsSRx3i34/s640/blogger-image-834995304.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3YUzzgTqAR8/Tul3OYyXBhI/AAAAAAAAJr8/2BVsSRx3i34/s640/blogger-image-834995304.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been listening to Christmas songs in the office every day for hours to get myself in the mood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I read somewhere before that Christmas comes from the heart. If you feel it inside, then you feel it. If not, then you don't. Kinda true really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't really looking forward to my Singapore trip. I guess I should have seen it coming. The trip was okay, or in Winnie's words:&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; kinda sucky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But I'll talk about that later, or maybe never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We booked through Agoda and they (Agoda) forgot to inform the hotel. Hello?! Got this kind of excuse one meh?!!! (Malaysian slang when I'm upset!) So to cut a long story short and a lot of quarrelling and raised voices, we were transferred to another hotel. Another branch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the first room we stepped into, Cs killed &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 cockroaches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in 5 mins!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I AM NOT EXAGGERATING!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read again:&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6 cockroaches!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Screw this. Complain mode on. So we kicked up a fuss (of course!!) and asked for another room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the second room, Cs killed another &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 roaches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and we went down to bitch some more. OK, when I say we, I mean I did. The other customers at the lobby heard me say: I can't stand it. There's just too many cockroaches!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He repeated softly after me: cockroaches?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I turned to him and told him the truth. Hah. The manager can't be too pleased. Sorry man but they really need to get pest control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the third room, there was only one roach flying around. Fine. I'll take it. Better than 6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aside from the terrible hotel room, it rained day and night. But that was unavoidable. But it did put a damper during out trip to Universal Studios, and during shopping or catching a taxi etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enough chatter. Moving on to my pretty nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I drew the snowflakes on myself! /proud!! It takes a shitload of patience to do this so yea, I'm quite proud of myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TG0c18C5rZ0/Tul3P6q6oXI/AAAAAAAAJsM/JdzJlhtG5dM/s640/blogger-image-1249640530.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TG0c18C5rZ0/Tul3P6q6oXI/AAAAAAAAJsM/JdzJlhtG5dM/s640/blogger-image-1249640530.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the process..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cherrie getting in the way of Winnie's packing. Cutee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6KxDLmQraPE/Tul3Lvu4YxI/AAAAAAAAJrk/AQcjP_W_GpM/s640/blogger-image--770659106.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6KxDLmQraPE/Tul3Lvu4YxI/AAAAAAAAJrk/AQcjP_W_GpM/s640/blogger-image--770659106.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that face. She is just too CUTE for her own good. We all still fight and gloat over who gets to hold her, cuddle her. Particularly after her shower when she smells soo good, and her fur all soft, clean and soo fluffy. Aww..I miss the lil cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YV4zQ_NCTUM/Tul3MX99MnI/AAAAAAAAJrs/pu3sKp35OSw/s640/blogger-image--366072847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YV4zQ_NCTUM/Tul3MX99MnI/AAAAAAAAJrs/pu3sKp35OSw/s640/blogger-image--366072847.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this new dress for her. Bumblebee! There's this new pet stall at my work place. I walk pass it at least twice a day and I keep wanting to buy new outfits for her. Hahaha is this how parents feel for their own kids? Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-10Bkvtjdvk4/Tul3Nfn4TwI/AAAAAAAAJr0/VnBkmQZaxRo/s640/blogger-image-1562970930.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3YUzzgTqAR8/Tul3OYyXBhI/AAAAAAAAJr8/2BVsSRx3i34/s640/blogger-image-834995304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_V-_CIhhF4/Tul3PIQWmYI/AAAAAAAAJsE/_TpBenXoSPE/s640/blogger-image-1783272718.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aww..so cute. Melts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And one last photo of me. Got to go watch E&amp;amp;O's Search for AFC's next Celebrity Chef!! Can't believe Stanley is eliminated!! NOOOooooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-10Bkvtjdvk4/Tul3Nfn4TwI/AAAAAAAAJr0/VnBkmQZaxRo/s640/blogger-image-1562970930.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-10Bkvtjdvk4/Tul3Nfn4TwI/AAAAAAAAJr0/VnBkmQZaxRo/s640/blogger-image-1562970930.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Celebrity Chef chosen. I can't believe Dino won. OK I can believe it. He is charming. But not that good a chef le..compared to Diane or Stanley. Omg. I can't believe Stanley is eliminated. Nooo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I know, they are searching for tv personality. Celebrity Chef. Dino would be more suitable than Stanley. Ahhh but I can understand why Stanley would say that upon leaving, about how he don't feel its right to lose to Dino, whom everyone knows is not as good a chef as Stanley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Makes me wonder really, is Chef Michael Saxxon or Bruce Lim comparable to Stanley? I mean are they on the same par? Just curious. And I wanna eat in Stanley's restaurant!! Hahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I refuse to watch Chef Bruce's show because he threw Robert's plate on the ground. No one deserves to be treated like that. And especially not on tv, where all of Robert's family members, relatives, friends and CUSTOMERS will see that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just say the food is bad lahh..no need to throw on the ground. Fucking humiliating leh!! NO RESPECT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can tell, I am hooked on the show. I followed every episode. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grr...upset that Diane didn't win. Or Stanley. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-7288860454460401609?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7288860454460401609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=7288860454460401609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7288860454460401609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7288860454460401609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas-and-afcs-next-celebrity-chef.html' title='X&apos;mas and AFC&apos;s Next Celebrity Chef'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3YUzzgTqAR8/Tul3OYyXBhI/AAAAAAAAJr8/2BVsSRx3i34/s72-c/blogger-image-834995304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-3626885978382007249</id><published>2011-12-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:23:16.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong: Din Tai Fung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsS8mn3nMI/TutdI9uAHqI/AAAAAAAAJtc/U5QQdU-P5cU/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsS8mn3nMI/TutdI9uAHqI/AAAAAAAAJtc/U5QQdU-P5cU/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsS8mn3nMI/TutdI9uAHqI/AAAAAAAAJtc/U5QQdU-P5cU/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsS8mn3nMI/TutdI9uAHqI/AAAAAAAAJtc/U5QQdU-P5cU/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsS8mn3nMI/TutdI9uAHqI/AAAAAAAAJtc/U5QQdU-P5cU/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I told mum we were going to Taiwan, she told me that we had to go and try Din Tai Fung. Ehh excuse my pinyin. My chinese sucks and I never learned how to read/write Chinese, so bear with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supposedly they have the best xiao long bao's. So when Cs and I came across Din Tai Fung when we were in Hong Kong, we went in without further ado. I think it was at Tsim Sha Tsui. I forgot how to go there already. I know the way coming out of the train station lah hahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsS8mn3nMI/TutdI9uAHqI/AAAAAAAAJtc/U5QQdU-P5cU/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsS8mn3nMI/TutdI9uAHqI/AAAAAAAAJtc/U5QQdU-P5cU/s640/IMG_0201.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There. The name of the restaurant! Its located in a shopping mall. Err Google it folks. We found it online, so you can as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ehh wait no lar. We saw the restaurant in our trusty guide book. It was listed as one of the must-go restaurants in HK. So we did!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gq_fZyHNhEM/TutdOxtHH5I/AAAAAAAAJtk/UemA_anTM4Y/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gq_fZyHNhEM/TutdOxtHH5I/AAAAAAAAJtk/UemA_anTM4Y/s640/IMG_0202.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mum and Winnie were absolutely right! It was awesome!!! Xiao long bao's should taste like this!! Filled with hot soup, it was so tasty!! Good stuff really. Not enough, I wanted more. More! Service was good at the restaurant.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxgNYLBBbLs/TutdVOn9zlI/AAAAAAAAJts/pfEQnyc0xOw/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MxgNYLBBbLs/TutdVOn9zlI/AAAAAAAAJts/pfEQnyc0xOw/s640/IMG_0203.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, if I am not mistaken, this should be a Taiwanese restaurant/franchise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They also have this beef noodles. It was good. I can't compare much to real, authentic beef noodles, because although I have been to Taiwan many times, I have never tried beef noodles. Why?? Cos there are always other food to tempt me. Never ending food for me to eat and try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wv84VqFZFA/TutdcCv6dII/AAAAAAAAJt0/2DUEQokCUzA/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Wv84VqFZFA/TutdcCv6dII/AAAAAAAAJt0/2DUEQokCUzA/s640/IMG_0204.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW, I'm going to Taiwan soon. Soooo excited!! Soooo happy!!! Assuming my leave is approved lah. Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I forgot what this dish below is called. But it tasted awesome too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MchbvKoTv94/TutdjIvXWfI/AAAAAAAAJt8/vPjD48h6Jr0/s1600/IMG_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MchbvKoTv94/TutdjIvXWfI/AAAAAAAAJt8/vPjD48h6Jr0/s640/IMG_0205.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another photo of me because I look kinda okay.. No photos of Cs because err I was busy eating and had no time to take photos of him. Haha I have the best husband in the world. He takes photos for me because he knows I need them to blog and post on Facebook. ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BumNm879-Ho/Tutdq94wqgI/AAAAAAAAJuE/ijxWyFZO8qY/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BumNm879-Ho/Tutdq94wqgI/AAAAAAAAJuE/ijxWyFZO8qY/s640/IMG_0206.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yea the bill. Too bad it doesn't have the price on it. I would have liked to recall how much that meal came up to. Eating in HK is anything but cheap man. But maybe its because we keep converting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ2r6DoaT7g/Tutdyx-4svI/AAAAAAAAJuM/5rYduEW1t80/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ2r6DoaT7g/Tutdyx-4svI/AAAAAAAAJuM/5rYduEW1t80/s640/IMG_0208.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it. Its what tourists do. At least service was good here. Our food arrived very quickly. We went to another restaurant, Yung Kee. Omg. That was one expensive meal. But its ok lah. On holiday, once in a while. Service was kinda bad though. But I'll talk about that another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its late and my bed is calling. Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-3626885978382007249?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3626885978382007249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=3626885978382007249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3626885978382007249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3626885978382007249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/hong-kong-din-tai-fung.html' title='Hong Kong: Din Tai Fung'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbsS8mn3nMI/TutdI9uAHqI/AAAAAAAAJtc/U5QQdU-P5cU/s72-c/IMG_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-1516647544795089998</id><published>2011-12-15T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:22:38.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier tonight, I was not speaking to Cs. Quarrelling. So what else is new. Married couples fight. We are no exception. I was upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then you called me. We talked just like old times. Listening to your voice, your trademark laugh, it felt like old times. You told me you just came from Greenwich to Wood Green. Familiar names. But, unlike old times, you rode in a car, instead of the tube!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hahahhahahha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it made me laugh so long, so loud, even now, I keep smiling to myself. Time has changed. You now hold a British Driver's License. You are still the same you. But things have changed. I'm glad that whatever has changed, the the way we talk to each other certainly hasn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We still talk to each other about everything. Or rather, you tell me everything and I listen. HAHAHA what else is new? It was always like this what! You always talk and I always listen. I want to tell you everything. But you know me, I'm the same, as quiet as ever. I wish we can talk face to face, at times. I want to tell you everything. Like before. Share everything. I miss you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make this sound less sad, I will add in biatch! I miss you bitch!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVk4fR685Qk/TuoI9KmDu8I/AAAAAAAAJsU/AQwffME3Ysc/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVk4fR685Qk/TuoI9KmDu8I/AAAAAAAAJsU/AQwffME3Ysc/s640/047.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Matching nightgowns. Hahah no lah. Just the same colour. But same loose, baggy and sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually being so close, we always end up buying the same things. Most of the times. And we share clothes all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHb7ZJayYEE/TuoJEalCutI/AAAAAAAAJsc/ZGXpi_o-qpc/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHb7ZJayYEE/TuoJEalCutI/AAAAAAAAJsc/ZGXpi_o-qpc/s640/077.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid! Love this photo. It was winter, so we had to wear that much at night. Nightgown, long pants and socks. Sometimes a sweater as well. And this is with the heater on. But I miss winter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you screw me for posting ugly photos of you, let me reassure you that I look as ugly, if not much worse!! Hahah I was wayyy fatter than you before ok! :) Memories!! I tried to search for better looking photos, but we only had these type of stupid photos. No proper photos. Lol. Why?! Blame it on ourselves lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0OL_N5kfsuQ/TuoJGNiIYTI/AAAAAAAAJsk/W5jaRZ3H0ug/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0OL_N5kfsuQ/TuoJGNiIYTI/AAAAAAAAJsk/W5jaRZ3H0ug/s640/078.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahha no comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168B Jamaica Road. SE 16, 4RT, Bermondsey. Good God!! How can I still remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQzRY-qRyW0/TuoJ79F5xwI/AAAAAAAAJss/zYcDXeLhv0g/s1600/23122005%2528005%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQzRY-qRyW0/TuoJ79F5xwI/AAAAAAAAJss/zYcDXeLhv0g/s640/23122005%2528005%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6chz7FsB-0/TuoKFy8bPnI/AAAAAAAAJs0/Yzj_4H4t6ZQ/s1600/Picture+1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo below was epic. Hahaha same hair styles. Why?! Cos we needed a haircut and dye job really badly, and when we saw free haircuts advert in the newspaper (was it free? I forgot!), we called up without further ado. Being the poor students we were back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Turned out, we got our haircuts from the students at Vidal Sassoon (the saloon). Oh well. Better than nothing. It was free. And we got our hair dyed and cut. Ugly though. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6chz7FsB-0/TuoKFy8bPnI/AAAAAAAAJs0/Yzj_4H4t6ZQ/s1600/Picture+1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6chz7FsB-0/TuoKFy8bPnI/AAAAAAAAJs0/Yzj_4H4t6ZQ/s1600/Picture+1240.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6chz7FsB-0/TuoKFy8bPnI/AAAAAAAAJs0/Yzj_4H4t6ZQ/s640/Picture+1240.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slept on the same bed for 3 years. Hahah that makes us sound like lesbians. We are. We shower together even. Hahha no lah. Kidding. Or am I? Heh heh. We are both married now man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bfzk32qhoY/TuoKYCmVHnI/AAAAAAAAJs8/vXBgrg1hxl4/s1600/29102005%2528002%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bfzk32qhoY/TuoKYCmVHnI/AAAAAAAAJs8/vXBgrg1hxl4/s1600/29102005%2528002%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bfzk32qhoY/TuoKYCmVHnI/AAAAAAAAJs8/vXBgrg1hxl4/s640/29102005%2528002%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6chz7FsB-0/TuoKFy8bPnI/AAAAAAAAJs0/Yzj_4H4t6ZQ/s1600/Picture+1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we were bored, or just felt like drinking, we went clubbing together, just the two of us. Shirley badly needs me by her side now, I think. To show her how to have a good time. To drink and dance. To go out more. Hahahhaa..And yea to take more photos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6chz7FsB-0/TuoKFy8bPnI/AAAAAAAAJs0/Yzj_4H4t6ZQ/s1600/Picture+1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwZ5EQYKk-8/TuoKvFmAp5I/AAAAAAAAJtE/tDQKfZ3eCdU/s1600/DSC00803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwZ5EQYKk-8/TuoKvFmAp5I/AAAAAAAAJtE/tDQKfZ3eCdU/s640/DSC00803.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4:42am at Trafalgar Square, waiting for the night bus to go home. So that was what student life was like back then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I sleep before 12 am and wake up before 8am. How time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6chz7FsB-0/TuoKFy8bPnI/AAAAAAAAJs0/Yzj_4H4t6ZQ/s1600/Picture+1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drzrg81xCQ0/TuoK9A2ttmI/AAAAAAAAJtM/C-g41wo6E8Q/s1600/DSC00846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-drzrg81xCQ0/TuoK9A2ttmI/AAAAAAAAJtM/C-g41wo6E8Q/s640/DSC00846.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was from another night out. And yes we both look like shit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2OXlC7FhE0/TuoLO8162EI/AAAAAAAAJtU/XpbPIq2ca-M/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2OXlC7FhE0/TuoLO8162EI/AAAAAAAAJtU/XpbPIq2ca-M/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2OXlC7FhE0/TuoLO8162EI/AAAAAAAAJtU/XpbPIq2ca-M/s640/IMG_0698.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both have our own lives now and our own families to build now. ♥ But we will always have each other. Love you! xoxooxxx ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wish I can go to London next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much I miss life there and you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-1516647544795089998?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1516647544795089998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=1516647544795089998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1516647544795089998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1516647544795089998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVk4fR685Qk/TuoI9KmDu8I/AAAAAAAAJsU/AQwffME3Ysc/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-6508865304215665125</id><published>2011-12-13T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:44:55.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of hotness and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its hot. Or, I'm hot more like. (No, not that type of hot!) Which is weird considering that its been raining almost nonstop these few days and nights. End of the year monsoon season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why am I hot! Maybe cos I just sat down and its 10pm at night, which means its time to sleep soon on a week night. And I'm upset that the day and night has just flew by again. With no time to myself again. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me rant here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do people cook dinner every night after work and look after the kids at night, have pets at home, and a full time job? How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am only finally beginning to understand. And I don't have a kid yet. Fear not. I am not pregnant. Yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Already I find it quite tiring to have to clean the house, cook dinner and find time to exercise. I am not complaining. Not in the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get my freedom. I know this is life now. I really do enjoy cooking and trying out new dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier tonight, we had soy sauce chicken, and scrambled eggs and tomatoes for dinner. 2 dishes. He also tapaued a batin soup (no idea how to translate this), which was his leftover from lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After work, we reached home at about 5:45 to 6pm. Depending on traffic. If we are lucky, we can get home by 5:30pm. Latest 6pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reach home, put down bag, take off jacket and immediately defrost chicken, cook rice, soak vegetables etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busy cooking till 6:40pm and we sit down for dinner, both of us starving by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its okay because I have the best husband in the world. He doesn't know how to cook, but he hovers around the kitchen, washing up the dishes as I cook, and following my instructions, overall being my kitchen staff. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after dinner, he insists on washing up, telling me to go sit down and rest. But I don't because we love each other. So I stand beside him and talk to him while he washes up, cleans the sink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_z9pABTTRQ/Tudd5jbmtHI/AAAAAAAAJqM/WCStZkXNE4s/s1600/Image1791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_z9pABTTRQ/Tudd5jbmtHI/AAAAAAAAJqM/WCStZkXNE4s/s640/Image1791.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Change of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That photo above was from ages ago. Years really. On his birthday some 2 years ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgyb4Ebg2ms/TudegaqWkkI/AAAAAAAAJqU/2pA9w-5ie6o/s1600/15122009383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zgyb4Ebg2ms/TudegaqWkkI/AAAAAAAAJqU/2pA9w-5ie6o/s640/15122009383.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fall in love with you again and again. I guess that's why we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCKGkIpjZ_0/TudfaNQXTNI/AAAAAAAAJqc/tmetj3Env8I/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCKGkIpjZ_0/TudfaNQXTNI/AAAAAAAAJqc/tmetj3Env8I/s640/IMG_0518.JPG" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't think I have posted these photos before. With the sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItNvKxjpqh8/TudfjimvaYI/AAAAAAAAJqk/5x4ikUV94Uk/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItNvKxjpqh8/TudfjimvaYI/AAAAAAAAJqk/5x4ikUV94Uk/s640/IMG_0532.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the morning of my wedding. Nervous. People kept arriving, it was all I could do to keep smiling, not to feel self conscious by all the stares and the cameras. But oh so excited and happy at the same time! At the same time, I kept checking my phone to make sure I didn't miss Cs' call that he was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBLNTt8larw/TudfkrPYwoI/AAAAAAAAJqs/HK-P5fqLc0M/s1600/IMG_0533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBLNTt8larw/TudfkrPYwoI/AAAAAAAAJqs/HK-P5fqLc0M/s640/IMG_0533.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N8od-dUIpj0/Tudflpuiu1I/AAAAAAAAJq0/SueBXWdyHMM/s640/IMG_0537.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more recent photo of us. Somehow I don't remember when this photo was taken. I know the surroundings of course. VA. I have been to VA for 10 long years and I know that painting behind Cs. HAhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NK529V9oEg/TudhOaOopMI/AAAAAAAAJq8/1YqTI8rUar4/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NK529V9oEg/TudhOaOopMI/AAAAAAAAJq8/1YqTI8rUar4/s640/IMG_0979.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This photo below was probably taken some 7 or 8 years ago when we were still friends. And unsurprisingly, I don't remember when or why it was taken. At my house I know. Probably after a night out drinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69_GeHs_fd8/TudhPTi8TWI/AAAAAAAAJrE/jUHk4-uRre8/s1600/IMG_0983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69_GeHs_fd8/TudhPTi8TWI/AAAAAAAAJrE/jUHk4-uRre8/s640/IMG_0983.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0bnLAWrZLI/TudiPXW5kUI/AAAAAAAAJrM/Grh_U71KXTE/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo below is from our recent trip to Hong Kong. At Lan Kwai Fong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r0bnLAWrZLI/TudiPXW5kUI/AAAAAAAAJrM/Grh_U71KXTE/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8oSYulYki0/Tudi1UPUjyI/AAAAAAAAJrU/fd4q36YkycY/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8oSYulYki0/Tudi1UPUjyI/AAAAAAAAJrU/fd4q36YkycY/s640/IMG_0328.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us. ♥ Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/6937113363140129923-6508865304215665125?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6508865304215665125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=6508865304215665125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6508865304215665125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6508865304215665125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-hotness-and-love.html' title='Of hotness and love'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_z9pABTTRQ/Tudd5jbmtHI/AAAAAAAAJqM/WCStZkXNE4s/s72-c/Image1791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-8912160245982851516</id><published>2011-12-07T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:02:10.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong: Avenue of Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HONG KONG!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How to start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have neglected my blog for quite some time. Busy during the past weekend. Busy drinking more like. On Saturday night, Cs and I joined my parents and their friends at our usual drinking hangout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Winnie, who joined my parents and friends for dinner informed me that she was already slightly tipsy from dinner already, having started on a bottle of Macallan already. By the end of the night, we have opened &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 bottles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Macallan. No shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Suffice to say, none of us were very sober by the end of the night. Heh that was my Saturday night. I have the coolest parents ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Start with a photo of me first, as usual. Heh..I kept checking the weather before going to Hong Kong. I was hoping the weather report was wrong really. It was too warm for November! I hoped and hoped it would be cool and chilly enough for me to wear boots and tights and fit in perfectly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alas! It was nowhere near that cold. So, a disgruntled me in the morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fz2dPwnNo-k/Tt9Yl7DuURI/AAAAAAAAJmc/YP7ftyr0ypA/s640/IMG_0083.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All dressed up, dress, coat, tights and boots. Only to walk out of the hotel two steps and realize that hot sun was shining brightly, and other people are staring because I probably look like a freak! Hahha so I turned around and dragged Cs back to the hotel so I could change into something to blend in more. :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Upset! Damn bimbotic I know, I don't care!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chose a shop nearby for breakfast. Cs said he had this in Macau before, and loved the steamed milk etc etc so ok lah. This it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-w_0C8h5xw/Tt9YuJMtD-I/AAAAAAAAJmk/fggSPg8FFVQ/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-w_0C8h5xw/Tt9YuJMtD-I/AAAAAAAAJmk/fggSPg8FFVQ/s640/IMG_0085.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he forgot that his freak of a wife is not really a big fan of milk, unless its Semi Skimmed milk like in London, or HL milk in Kuching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tUzFY_Nh6q4/Tt9Yz8gwXHI/AAAAAAAAJms/SFWfvVaMnzk/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tUzFY_Nh6q4/Tt9Yz8gwXHI/AAAAAAAAJms/SFWfvVaMnzk/s640/IMG_0089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is his awesome steamed milk. I did try it. I didn't like it much. Cs loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Czej2pSaVLs/Tt9Y5l1BTOI/AAAAAAAAJm0/mdOhgf-LJdo/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Czej2pSaVLs/Tt9Y5l1BTOI/AAAAAAAAJm0/mdOhgf-LJdo/s640/IMG_0092.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Macau pork chop bun/burger. I love this! I keep eating this. The bread is warm and crusty. The pork chop is nice and easy to chew. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue9NXeq1M2U/Tt9ZI9BCdxI/AAAAAAAAJnE/8UGu65LOs3c/s1600/IMG_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue9NXeq1M2U/Tt9ZI9BCdxI/AAAAAAAAJnE/8UGu65LOs3c/s640/IMG_0097.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love their MTR system. Damn efficient. Also, love their signs. I mean for example, when we had to go to Avenue of the Stars. No fear of losing your way. Tsim Sha Tsui MTR is huge, like a maze, but no fear because there are plenty of signs in Chinese and English. Very nice for tourists like us! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp6-mAW_Iww/Tt9ZSDzvDJI/AAAAAAAAJnM/G1kNaEvsK0s/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp6-mAW_Iww/Tt9ZSDzvDJI/AAAAAAAAJnM/G1kNaEvsK0s/s640/IMG_0101.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kuching, why u no MTR system?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVjylOnbx3U/Tt9ZpD8ZTKI/AAAAAAAAJnc/1ZwxRE6-dp4/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVjylOnbx3U/Tt9ZpD8ZTKI/AAAAAAAAJnc/1ZwxRE6-dp4/s640/IMG_0110.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to go to Argyle Center in Mongkok after reading Suet Li's blog. Because of supposedly good and cheap clothes, shoes etc. So we did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-De1pm-I7dpE/Tt9eIRIkKDI/AAAAAAAAJnk/YI08ijLVSb4/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-De1pm-I7dpE/Tt9eIRIkKDI/AAAAAAAAJnk/YI08ijLVSb4/s640/IMG_0113.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we went too early!! It was about 11am and still all shops are closed. We wandered around floor after floor, waiting for the shops to open. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're planning to go, plan for something else to do in the morning. Its not difficult to find really. Argyle Center. Just follow the signs really. Like everywhere else in HK, just follow the signs underground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGBWLu0CBWw/Tt9eVnzvvMI/AAAAAAAAJns/VU-1XxfVF6w/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGBWLu0CBWw/Tt9eVnzvvMI/AAAAAAAAJns/VU-1XxfVF6w/s640/IMG_0115.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that we went to Ladies market at Tung Choi Street. Regret not buying my iphone case. There were soo many different varieties, and quite cheap. Regret. Only coming back did I realize that boring old Kuching all have the same casing. Boo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mW7PJGxV-dg/Tt9ef1d_JJI/AAAAAAAAJn0/oxtqAKAjOrs/s1600/IMG_0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mW7PJGxV-dg/Tt9ef1d_JJI/AAAAAAAAJn0/oxtqAKAjOrs/s640/IMG_0120.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lingerie. The other stalls all sell more or less the same stuff - clothes, bags, accessories and other stuff. Be sure to bargain. Cs and I are reaally bad at bargaining. I am scared of the sellers la!! How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUfVaAbs1mo/Tt9esaZfPAI/AAAAAAAAJn8/eGpeYZ8TFII/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VUfVaAbs1mo/Tt9esaZfPAI/AAAAAAAAJn8/eGpeYZ8TFII/s640/IMG_0124.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kai tan peng! Love the stuff!! They can be found almost everywhere, road side stalls. Yummeh! And alot of stalls selling fruit juice. Reminisce. Taiwan too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kFx1SDnQnNw/Tt9eyi-IT3I/AAAAAAAAJoE/0jFo7bSjLlk/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kFx1SDnQnNw/Tt9eyi-IT3I/AAAAAAAAJoE/0jFo7bSjLlk/s640/IMG_0131.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that we went to Tsim Sha Tsui to go to Avenue of Stars. Photos shall suffice. I'm not really in a talking mood. Besides photos are worth 1000 words. Soo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYex-8gW-c8/Tt9fAkJHCAI/AAAAAAAAJoM/Kkkxqj_mH2Y/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYex-8gW-c8/Tt9fAkJHCAI/AAAAAAAAJoM/Kkkxqj_mH2Y/s640/IMG_0139.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was quite warm that day. I wanted to wait to go to Avenue of Stars at night, so I could also watch the Symphony of lights show at the same time. But we didn't have enough time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried to plan and organize our trip but then things don't really go according to plan. We couldn't wait for the light show because we got hungry! So we went to have dim sum instead. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3s1IEmQ928A/Tt9fHIemxEI/AAAAAAAAJoU/hmE6tr5HqYI/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3s1IEmQ928A/Tt9fHIemxEI/AAAAAAAAJoU/hmE6tr5HqYI/s640/IMG_0147.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-312EJp2w3uQ/TuSzptoGyAI/AAAAAAAAJoc/Apc8DWw7B00/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-312EJp2w3uQ/TuSzptoGyAI/AAAAAAAAJoc/Apc8DWw7B00/s640/IMG_0149.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even in the day time, its so pretty. Quite a lot of tourists wandering around like us. Mostly Chinese tourists from China.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6w7dOwSqm-A/TuSzvRs7lPI/AAAAAAAAJok/ecX8gowLcVM/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6w7dOwSqm-A/TuSzvRs7lPI/AAAAAAAAJok/ecX8gowLcVM/s640/IMG_0151.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYZeFpAlJy4/TuSz1-ttlII/AAAAAAAAJos/Iuj2ytbw4eg/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYZeFpAlJy4/TuSz1-ttlII/AAAAAAAAJos/Iuj2ytbw4eg/s640/IMG_0158.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twvdcBmhisw/TuSz8SiV4WI/AAAAAAAAJo0/Qq2arxdJ49w/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twvdcBmhisw/TuSz8SiV4WI/AAAAAAAAJo0/Qq2arxdJ49w/s640/IMG_0159.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyUQhVPSae4/TuS0Cn8JUpI/AAAAAAAAJo8/Fw1dC68TOk4/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyUQhVPSae4/TuS0Cn8JUpI/AAAAAAAAJo8/Fw1dC68TOk4/s640/IMG_0161.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEZZT0AlqTA/TuS1GxfxhQI/AAAAAAAAJps/B6wjCjftVTc/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEZZT0AlqTA/TuS1GxfxhQI/AAAAAAAAJps/B6wjCjftVTc/s640/IMG_0188.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't recognize most of the hand prints. This one below was of Cecelia Cheung. Hot chick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IE2ALiTwCCE/TuS09exz1hI/AAAAAAAAJpk/3-8SB5oLPxU/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IE2ALiTwCCE/TuS09exz1hI/AAAAAAAAJpk/3-8SB5oLPxU/s640/IMG_0186.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cs on the director's chair! Like a boss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3sNRSCrFs4I/TuS0wyuWcaI/AAAAAAAAJpc/0wy6NKzwclM/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3sNRSCrFs4I/TuS0wyuWcaI/AAAAAAAAJpc/0wy6NKzwclM/s640/IMG_0185.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jet Li!! I forced Cs to go and take a photo!! :D I'm a hugee fan!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RSi5yiHcH4/TuS0lfV2SnI/AAAAAAAAJpU/gMqqiPv717I/s1600/IMG_0176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RSi5yiHcH4/TuS0lfV2SnI/AAAAAAAAJpU/gMqqiPv717I/s640/IMG_0176.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euRW9b9F7RY/TuS0YXlznoI/AAAAAAAAJpM/ThCR7ygR9CE/s1600/IMG_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euRW9b9F7RY/TuS0YXlznoI/AAAAAAAAJpM/ThCR7ygR9CE/s640/IMG_0174.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't wear a short dress to go to places like this. Hard to kneel down to pose, have to keep pulling, make sure the wind don't expose my undies. Bah. If only I had known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Sleov-LuBM/TuS0LTt2lMI/AAAAAAAAJpE/-Fg6D6ywP5s/s1600/IMG_0169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Sleov-LuBM/TuS0LTt2lMI/AAAAAAAAJpE/-Fg6D6ywP5s/s640/IMG_0169.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-_4cryI4fs/TuTJMtLBObI/AAAAAAAAJp0/rWRVuKBTcig/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-_4cryI4fs/TuTJMtLBObI/AAAAAAAAJp0/rWRVuKBTcig/s640/IMG_0157.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeFd0ZNNhJ8/TuTJUnwaOEI/AAAAAAAAJp8/zC3m_3u5od8/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeFd0ZNNhJ8/TuTJUnwaOEI/AAAAAAAAJp8/zC3m_3u5od8/s640/IMG_0179.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alot of people crowding around Bruce Lee's statue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ss2jjWyiWvY/TuTJbJxq-QI/AAAAAAAAJqE/Ll09ogpjMQA/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ss2jjWyiWvY/TuTJbJxq-QI/AAAAAAAAJqE/Ll09ogpjMQA/s640/IMG_0190.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for tonight. More updates next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-8912160245982851516?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8912160245982851516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=8912160245982851516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8912160245982851516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8912160245982851516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/hong-kong-avenue-of-stars.html' title='Hong Kong: Avenue of Stars'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fz2dPwnNo-k/Tt9Yl7DuURI/AAAAAAAAJmc/YP7ftyr0ypA/s72-c/IMG_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-2287537976564648510</id><published>2011-12-06T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:31:12.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>In Transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought this was kinda cool and different. Foot massage and spa at the airport. In the International departure gate hall, no less. Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkq_vLgJ79U/TtmOVNpWDPI/AAAAAAAAJk0/zXT8vFYH9tM/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkq_vLgJ79U/TtmOVNpWDPI/AAAAAAAAJk0/zXT8vFYH9tM/s640/IMG_0037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were leaving Phuket, to catch a flight to Hong Kong. I love massages as much as anybody, but the oil massage I had in Phuket, was just &lt;b&gt;TOO OILY&lt;/b&gt;. I have been going to massages for quite some time, at quite a few massage parlors. So yes, I am quite qualified to judge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are the "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not enough oil massages&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;",&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; "some just right", and "some downright eeky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So much oil that I didn't go back for another. I tried Thai massage instead of oil massage the next time. Right choice! So much better. But it does take some getting used to, getting my body bent in different directions felt pretty good. Surprisingly very relaxing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, my point is, if the oil foot massage wasn't that oily, we might have gone in. We had time to spare that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhE04HXMUc8/TtmOa0SzSYI/AAAAAAAAJk8/62BCov8BcaI/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fhE04HXMUc8/TtmOa0SzSYI/AAAAAAAAJk8/62BCov8BcaI/s640/IMG_0039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead, we had an expensive panini while waiting for our flight to arrive..There were not much choices available. Due to the Bangkok floods, they were low on supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we were in Phuket, we wanted to buy mineral water at the supermarket but they were all sold out. Nada. Not one single bottle left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we managed to buy them at 7-11's, so no worries there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some 3 or 4 hours later, we arrived in Hong Kong!! Excited! Happy max!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off on another adventure. Just the two of us! We are still on holiday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honeymoon to be exact!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pull on our coats/jackets. Pull out our phones and lo and behold!! &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WIFI!! FREE WIFI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; throughout the place! Something I haven't seen since I left Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unbelievable! I had no idea how dependent on the Internet I had been. I blame it on my iPhone. Before I got my phone, I experienced none of this Internet withdrawal symptoms rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whiled the time away in the immigration queue scrolling through my Facebook. Cs and I ignoring each other for the first time, both of us stuck on our phones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-jjEI0zYiM/TtmOg6cLEsI/AAAAAAAAJlE/o8eq6LDI7ds/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-jjEI0zYiM/TtmOg6cLEsI/AAAAAAAAJlE/o8eq6LDI7ds/s640/IMG_0044.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Airport Express. Its so fast. We took Airport Express to Kowloon, and a taxi to Casa Hotel, which is at Yau Ma Tei. Taxi was cheap, and less than 5 minutes ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7arM9RSv2CU/TtmOm8sIOMI/AAAAAAAAJlM/CbR6EigO9ko/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7arM9RSv2CU/TtmOm8sIOMI/AAAAAAAAJlM/CbR6EigO9ko/s640/IMG_0045.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The whole journey took a really short time. Or maybe I was on such a high that it felt short to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hotel room in Casa Hotel. A far cry from Millenium Hotel in Phuket. Hahaha but its okay. I was prepared for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We needed this room only at night to sleep. We planned to go out very early in the morning and explore day and night. That we did. When we went back to the hotel at night, laden with shopping bags, I was so tired, I just wanted to fall in bed to sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vBGkDrhS3o/TtmOteXgRMI/AAAAAAAAJlU/TMZD_TDQJ8g/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vBGkDrhS3o/TtmOteXgRMI/AAAAAAAAJlU/TMZD_TDQJ8g/s640/IMG_0047.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a hot shower of course. In this toilet. This small toilet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ-HOC93guQ/TtmPIqSx5QI/AAAAAAAAJl0/i9kLEeB5PlQ/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ-HOC93guQ/TtmPIqSx5QI/AAAAAAAAJl0/i9kLEeB5PlQ/s640/IMG_0054.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are used to taking our showers together. That we tried on our first night. Hahaha we gave ourselves many bruises as I banged into the sink, and he knocked against the toilet. So yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vpj4AApf0NI/TtmPQ5UI8yI/AAAAAAAAJl8/m9s8se_4KtU/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vpj4AApf0NI/TtmPQ5UI8yI/AAAAAAAAJl8/m9s8se_4KtU/s640/IMG_0055.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To show how small the toilet is, so small that his knees were touching the door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIzCCDYQXFo/TtmO7hvWqeI/AAAAAAAAJlk/ROGU9qKCnwk/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIzCCDYQXFo/TtmO7hvWqeI/AAAAAAAAJlk/ROGU9qKCnwk/s640/IMG_0049.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the shower was strong. The most important point. And the hotel room is cleaned every day. Very good. They provide towels and hair dryer. Even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8U7Ei6asAYk/TtmPCXJcj4I/AAAAAAAAJls/guMk8SIdXOs/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8U7Ei6asAYk/TtmPCXJcj4I/AAAAAAAAJls/guMk8SIdXOs/s640/IMG_0052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hot water jug changes color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-siu5ghEl3Os/TtmPYcc3L6I/AAAAAAAAJmE/VFcjBvvpeGc/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-siu5ghEl3Os/TtmPYcc3L6I/AAAAAAAAJmE/VFcjBvvpeGc/s640/IMG_0056.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's it about the room. The location though more than makes up for it though. Casa Hotel is about a 1 minute walk or 10 steps away from Exit C of Yau Ma Tei station. Can't beat that location. So no complaints!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrEiYjl5rZc/TtmO0YJIEAI/AAAAAAAAJlc/xbMSXJc0DzM/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrEiYjl5rZc/TtmO0YJIEAI/AAAAAAAAJlc/xbMSXJc0DzM/s640/IMG_0048.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hotel has 2 lifts, each accommodating about 4 people max. Yea, I'm serious. So, if you just arrived with 2 luggage cases, then be prepared to wait a while for the lift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But most of the times its all right. Not that big an issue. I'm very happy with the hotel and services. Btw, no fridge in the room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But the tv!! I love!! The tv channels!! They keep playing old HK movies that we have either watched before many many years ago, or old movies that we haven't watched before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We keep staying up to watch old movies, both of us fighting sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This brings back memories of Taiwan. The same tv channels, but only in Mandarin instead of Cantonese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking of this makes me smile for some reason..♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can go sleep happy now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bye. &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/6937113363140129923-2287537976564648510?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2287537976564648510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=2287537976564648510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2287537976564648510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2287537976564648510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-thought-this-was-kinda-cool-and.html' title='In Transition'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkq_vLgJ79U/TtmOVNpWDPI/AAAAAAAAJk0/zXT8vFYH9tM/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-8634286990430639902</id><published>2011-12-04T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:31:28.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>3 months today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well yesterday actually:&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 03:12:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been married 3 months today. Getting married really changes your life drastically.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before we got married, we have not been staying together i.e. living together in the same house. So, three months getting married also represents us living together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its not all fun and games. Yes, its awesome because we get to spend 24 hours a day together on public holidays, we get to sleep together, and I see him when I open my eyes in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also divide our chores evenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He does the laundry, and washes the toilets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fold the clothes when they are dry, and I do not touch toilets. He is in charge of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us irons. He tried to iron but as far as I can tell, he can't be bothered to anymore. Me too. So, oh well *shrugs* for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sweep and mop the floor once a week, mostly during weekends. If he is home, he will help me. If not, then its ok. Its good exercise for me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in charge of the cooking. He is in charge of the eating. He also will volunteer to clean dishes after I cook. Make that, insist. He insists to wash up because he knows he didn't help out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This works out well for the both of us so far. We don't argue about our chores. They are already set. Determined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He goes out to work much longer hours than me. So, to occupy my time, I've been watching a lot of tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is different than when I was at my parents' home. At home, I can always count on mum, Winnie, Eli and Cherrie to provide distractions. To talk to, to share things with. To fight over the tv with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, I always lose. So, I learnt not to bother, because nobody wants to watch the tv/movies/drama series that I want to watch. So, I am used to sitting in front of my own laptop, with my own entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a way, its good and bad. I now have the tv, Astro and laptop at my own disposal. Flipping through tv channels earlier, I'm amazed at myself. I know tv programmes (which I didn't before - no access to tv) At home, it was always mum or dad with the remote. Mum in the day time, dad at night. Winnie in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am now watching Pawn Stars (on Nat Geo) with Cs. Its one of our most watched channel. When I'm alone, I tend to flip to AFC. Cooking channel. I leave the tv on when I'm doing my things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cs, when he has the remote, he flips to sports channels. Typical male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Cs, I have watched more badminton and wrestling than I ever need to. Especially badminton. Poor LCW don't need to rest ah? Tournaments nonstop! Add in football and tennis in between. I guess I should thank my lucky stars that at least he doesn't watch &lt;b&gt;GOLF&lt;/b&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have learnt to cook. Slowly but surely. I no longer feel awkward in my own kitchen. I move with confidence now. I can prepare my own lunch and walk around talking with Cs while waiting for it to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're a paranoid chef, you just stand there watching and poking/playing with your food, waiting for it to cook. That was me before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what I need to learn, are more Chinese dishes. I keep feeding Cs stuff such as pasta (a lot of this), lasagna, steak, chicken, potatoes (mashed potatoes, potatoes salad), and lots of eggs (omelets, eggs with meat and vege, with cheese), and oh yes lots of sandwiches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also make him eat a lot of salads and vegetables too. This one I won! Wife 1; husband 0. This is what happens when the husband can't cook. He is totally at my mercy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I fixed dinner, and reused some of our wedding deco. Haha. I actually digged through my store, opening boxes till I found those candles, and color lights. Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KMAJvkzYCJQ/TtsByypYOlI/AAAAAAAAJmM/qY3odkF3CwE/s640/blogger-image--894923632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KMAJvkzYCJQ/TtsByypYOlI/AAAAAAAAJmM/qY3odkF3CwE/s1600/blogger-image--894923632.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made steak and mashed potatoes, and fixed a fancy glass of cocktail. Actually I simply added vodka, midori and sprite into the glass. Mixed it up, and hmm..not bad. Not bad at all. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zsozWY6FzhY/TtsB0IQVFpI/AAAAAAAAJmU/eLxMkEa4XME/s640/blogger-image--1752440444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zsozWY6FzhY/TtsB0IQVFpI/AAAAAAAAJmU/eLxMkEa4XME/s1600/blogger-image--1752440444.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's it for the 3 month update! Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-8634286990430639902?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8634286990430639902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=8634286990430639902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8634286990430639902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8634286990430639902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-months-today.html' title='3 months today'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KMAJvkzYCJQ/TtsByypYOlI/AAAAAAAAJmM/qY3odkF3CwE/s72-c/blogger-image--894923632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-7292386124333829840</id><published>2011-12-01T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:31:12.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Bangla Street Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sit here trying to recall my memories of Bangla road and its surrounding streets.. Its not that its hard to forget. The opposite really. Its literally quite impossible to forget the atmosphere there. But the reality is so different than in Kuching, where I am now, that it takes a while to recollect my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at the photos I have taken helps. Looking at the videos help even more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A walk down Bangla Road, from my perspective.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cYYVB3hdx0/TtTTnZIT4TI/AAAAAAAAJfU/cmdg1LD5Eno/s1600/IMG_9970.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cYYVB3hdx0/TtTTnZIT4TI/AAAAAAAAJfU/cmdg1LD5Eno/s640/IMG_9970.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start with a photo of us first. The lights make us look freakish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming from dinner, I walk pass a club with thumping bass beats, and look over at the glass window on my right side. Immediately, I take a second take look again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was a statue was actually a hot chick dressed in a very flimsy nurse costume on a rotating platform, and she is shaking her ass at me. Without further ado, I pulled Cs in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;Taipan club&lt;/b&gt;. That girl really was the bait. To pull customers in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycKivamvZEM/TtTWhtnkuNI/AAAAAAAAJfk/ivOi0k0R3WM/s1600/IMG_9706.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycKivamvZEM/TtTWhtnkuNI/AAAAAAAAJfk/ivOi0k0R3WM/s640/IMG_9706.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were live performances. The singers were really good. But it was quite boring to say the least. It was still early though. Only about 9pm by then. After our first round of beer, we left to check out the other beer bars, look for more lady boys, and find a more happening place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, Taipan is not actually on Bangla Road, its directly opposite, at the junctions, and hard to miss really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking down Bangla Road, you quickly get used to people coming up to you to pull you in to their pubs/clubs/ping pong show/agogo shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RSteFA9OXk/TtTS0x4uzJI/AAAAAAAAJek/vbYaiIRLHk0/s1600/IMG_9948.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RSteFA9OXk/TtTS0x4uzJI/AAAAAAAAJek/vbYaiIRLHk0/s640/IMG_9948.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see walking down the street, with crowds of tourists everywhere. Some standing and staring, some whipping out a camera to take photos (like me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R74z06wZU9o/TtTS9c4mjhI/AAAAAAAAJes/B6qGnb4WHhw/s1600/IMG_9952.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R74z06wZU9o/TtTS9c4mjhI/AAAAAAAAJes/B6qGnb4WHhw/s640/IMG_9952.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the clothing stalls by the side of the road. There are plenty of stalls like these throughout that street and Phuket really. All selling more of less the same dresses. For more or less the same prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGiWJQPdbQM/TtTWx6S8rhI/AAAAAAAAJf0/WE3dd9vwOqY/s1600/IMG_9965.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGiWJQPdbQM/TtTWx6S8rhI/AAAAAAAAJf0/WE3dd9vwOqY/s640/IMG_9965.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you walk down Bangla road, many people will come up to you and show you menus for the ping pong/agogo shows, featuring ping pong balls, balloons, chopsticks, beer bottles and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being hassled non stop, and after a few beers on the second night, we decided to follow a guy in to one of the pubs. It was a small, round enclosed space, where there are many girls on the stage, still clothed in a bra and short pants (I might add), and surrounding them are the patrons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps it was the small room, or the enclosed space, or the person who brought me in; he was too pushy so much that it felt almost dodgy to me. He said it was free entrance, but I had no idea if we had to pay outrageous amounts to watch the show or what or how much the drinks would cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have done my research properly before going into such a place, but I was curious. We both were. I wanted to see the ping pong shows. And chopsticks?? /ouch. But alas, we decided to back away. And settle in proper beer bars to watch the show in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW I DAMN REGRET LO!! I WANNA SEE THE PING PONG BALLS AND THE BALLOONS AND THE CHOPSTICKS!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I came back to Kuching, I went to Google for more information. Apparently it should be quite safe. They really don't charge entrance fees, you just pay for your drinks, and they should be the average price as the other pubs. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still an eye opening experience for us definitely. These girls/ladyboys (we had fun trying to guess which were real girls, and which were ladyboys) were definitely entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgos54fnUS0/TtTTFlLeWEI/AAAAAAAAJe0/uJtqAWXTy_k/s1600/IMG_9954.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgos54fnUS0/TtTTFlLeWEI/AAAAAAAAJe0/uJtqAWXTy_k/s640/IMG_9954.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bO3V2-lzrU8/TtTWpySNQaI/AAAAAAAAJfs/xXIy2dWABQo/s1600/IMG_9731.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bO3V2-lzrU8/TtTWpySNQaI/AAAAAAAAJfs/xXIy2dWABQo/s640/IMG_9731.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all dressed very little. Some had really good dance moves, really sexy and hot, and some had room to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were there on a Friday and Saturday night. The crowd definitely swells on a Saturday, the later it got, the girls wore less, and the crowd more rowdy. Also, the girls disappear as fast as they come on it seems. Hahaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMU0Nbbbk2M/TtTTPfjVOpI/AAAAAAAAJe8/ss--0TK8c6s/s1600/IMG_9964.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMU0Nbbbk2M/TtTTPfjVOpI/AAAAAAAAJe8/ss--0TK8c6s/s640/IMG_9964.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It didn’t feel unsafe or too rowdy for me though. Still relatively safe for us tourists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I meant about girls disappearing. Allow me to explain. After walking up and down Bangla road, we settled in one that had quite a lot of ladies dancing. They seem to rotate about once every 15- 20 mins. I noticed that they kept looking at the clock so I kept count with them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah what else to do ah besides watching them, analyzing their bodies, their faces, and dance moves. And ooohh most of all watching how they hit on the guys. And how some guys go up to them themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One such girl, she was so occupied the entire night. Making the guys buy her a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lady Drink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, and kissing, sitting on his lap, letting him squeeze her tits. After that group left, she targets another group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, those &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lady Drinks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; are tequila shots. The Lady Drinks cost 200 Baht/ RM 20 each. On the menu, each tequila shot is priced at 70 Baht only. So I suppose the ladies get the money or what I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this girl here a Lady Drink. For fun. Or, I should say, Cs bought. But the girl looked into my eyes, and asked me to buy her a drink. Hehee. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ORMJQBIOW8s/TteHJBsS3GI/AAAAAAAAJjU/SDaUpBvHG8Y/s640/blogger-image--1115354799.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ORMJQBIOW8s/TteHJBsS3GI/AAAAAAAAJjU/SDaUpBvHG8Y/s640/blogger-image--1115354799.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This girl kept smiling at me, and I smiled back. She was a good dancer, and I liked her. In the sense that she’s not one of those who make/almost force the guys to buy her a drink. So after her tequila shot, she came to sit with us and talked with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UOZbv83mvbA/TteHKVGt9NI/AAAAAAAAJjc/BZ8bPmFU0xU/s640/blogger-image-791026965.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UOZbv83mvbA/TteHKVGt9NI/AAAAAAAAJjc/BZ8bPmFU0xU/s640/blogger-image-791026965.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I forgot her name. Thai names are so hard to remember. De nang, or something like that. She’s only 22. She played this game with Cs, I forgot the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Google it. Its called Connect Four. Basically you win when you connect four of the same colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bl2UJkBMSbA/TtSRV0lPs6I/AAAAAAAAJec/KdT0g2ClHAA/s1600/connect+four.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bl2UJkBMSbA/TtSRV0lPs6I/AAAAAAAAJec/KdT0g2ClHAA/s320/connect+four.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this from a website I came across just now: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be wary if a girl wants to bet on one of these games; they have little else to do during the day time and spend lots of time practicing. The day you beat a bar girl at connect four you've been in Patong way too long. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I’m so proud of Cs. He did beat her. They played two games. She won the first, and he won the second! That smart ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he won, she was startled for a moment, then started nodding and smiling, and saying something in Thai. Which we couldn’t understand. Probably saying the same thing as me, but in Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that she had to go back to dance, so I didn’t talk to her again. From what I learnt from her, her shift starts at 9 pm and continues till 3am. Wow that’s long. They should all have six packs by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of the games they play is &lt;b&gt;JENGA&lt;/b&gt;!! Only different from how we play it. My God look how high that went!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBZQVT1srNA/TtTbyn4oBhI/AAAAAAAAJhc/WoRZqTmtepg/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBZQVT1srNA/TtTbyn4oBhI/AAAAAAAAJhc/WoRZqTmtepg/s640/IMG_0005.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussycat dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anXWY2gs7xo/TtTTYRKzh-I/AAAAAAAAJfE/Wv1urlKCSCs/s1600/IMG_9968.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anXWY2gs7xo/TtTTYRKzh-I/AAAAAAAAJfE/Wv1urlKCSCs/s640/IMG_9968.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yea, remember I said that on Saturday night particularly, the girls disappear really quickly. I mean that they go off with men/customers very fast. I witnessed two such incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one, all I saw was that two of the girls were drinking their Lady Drinks. Some five minutes later, they are dressed and have grabbed their bags (which was conveniently located just at the counter), and left to the back alley with two men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkV6EmYF81M/TtTTu5EeYuI/AAAAAAAAJfc/pwqe8VnKmr0/s1600/IMG_9971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkV6EmYF81M/TtTTu5EeYuI/AAAAAAAAJfc/pwqe8VnKmr0/s640/IMG_9971.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr_MNTb3v-k/TtTW65Nz1BI/AAAAAAAAJf8/ZciPApTtLj4/s1600/IMG_9974.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr_MNTb3v-k/TtTW65Nz1BI/AAAAAAAAJf8/ZciPApTtLj4/s640/IMG_9974.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other one, I saw from start to finish. It all started with this guy below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he just sat there admiring the girl dancing right above him. When she looked down, he stroked her legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38eCR0Tqnp4/TtTXEYxa6LI/AAAAAAAAJgE/vc3bR7uutxs/s1600/IMG_9979.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-38eCR0Tqnp4/TtTXEYxa6LI/AAAAAAAAJgE/vc3bR7uutxs/s640/IMG_9979.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she smiled down at him, he licked her legs. She continued to smile and danced erotically for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxI-d0QOjCc/TtTXUfLJjlI/AAAAAAAAJgU/gp-ymDQhxMM/s1600/IMG_9981.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxI-d0QOjCc/TtTXUfLJjlI/AAAAAAAAJgU/gp-ymDQhxMM/s640/IMG_9981.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I watched (damn kepo I know, but so was everyone else in the vicinity ok) as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a 100 or 1000 baht note (they look very similar), and used his mouth/ teeth to hand to her. She took it in the same way too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ff-6AbPTKrQ/TtTXM31QCWI/AAAAAAAAJgM/qhI2Uuhy2DE/s1600/IMG_9980.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ff-6AbPTKrQ/TtTXM31QCWI/AAAAAAAAJgM/qhI2Uuhy2DE/s640/IMG_9980.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;By this time, her moves got more and more erotic, she spread her legs for him and allowed him to kiss her pussy. I really had to look away by then. Hahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf2t5Nua5A4/TtTXdWk89wI/AAAAAAAAJgc/o6b2GFIf7wQ/s1600/IMG_9982.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf2t5Nua5A4/TtTXdWk89wI/AAAAAAAAJgc/o6b2GFIf7wQ/s640/IMG_9982.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked back, her time was up, it was another round of dancers. She went down to join him. After he bought her a Lady Drink, and some negotiations, less that 5 minutes later, she grabbed on a shirt and her hand bag, and off they go hand in hand again. Whew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMCcDReVoBA/TtTXmO7ma9I/AAAAAAAAJgk/dlQfMS2QTcQ/s1600/IMG_9983.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMCcDReVoBA/TtTXmO7ma9I/AAAAAAAAJgk/dlQfMS2QTcQ/s640/IMG_9983.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's spanking her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I wasn't deliberately taking photos of them. Ok, maybe a little. I was taking photos the whole night anyway of anything and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XECkk7P7ezA/TtTXuvPvK6I/AAAAAAAAJgs/qoxsSrlyxhE/s1600/IMG_9985.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XECkk7P7ezA/TtTXuvPvK6I/AAAAAAAAJgs/qoxsSrlyxhE/s640/IMG_9985.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was definitely entertaining. You just sit there watching the world go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bi6CpdBTmE/TtTTfygYUaI/AAAAAAAAJfM/pp2pE01-7rQ/s1600/IMG_9969.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bi6CpdBTmE/TtTTfygYUaI/AAAAAAAAJfM/pp2pE01-7rQ/s640/IMG_9969.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love those heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYQc8ld-GsI/TtTX4mSN9eI/AAAAAAAAJg0/G83P_I24_3Y/s1600/IMG_9988.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYQc8ld-GsI/TtTX4mSN9eI/AAAAAAAAJg0/G83P_I24_3Y/s640/IMG_9988.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, novelty wore on soon enough. The first night, Cs and I watched with wide eyes and some apprehension. The second night, we got more used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I continued to watch the people, Cs took to watching the wrestling match on tv after some time, until some particularly hot chick showed up, or when I nudged him when something more unusual was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Said hot chick below showed up and took Cs’ attention away perfectly. I don’t blame him. Hahah everyone was staring the moment she went up, including me. Another lady told me she’s Russian, and she loves to dance. Apparently she’s from one of the other bars there, not this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she is definitely related to Cameron Diaz. Look at that face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfaNZ7Y7rM0/TtTaJamSPTI/AAAAAAAAJg8/szQKJyXXyr8/s1600/IMG_9992.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfaNZ7Y7rM0/TtTaJamSPTI/AAAAAAAAJg8/szQKJyXXyr8/s640/IMG_9992.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now look at her body. Those legs. Look at those ass! I can't help staring even though I'm female and straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFFO2ww_5_I/TtTaQ_mjQvI/AAAAAAAAJhE/-ruu0anvUCg/s1600/IMG_9996.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFFO2ww_5_I/TtTaQ_mjQvI/AAAAAAAAJhE/-ruu0anvUCg/s640/IMG_9996.JPG" width="480" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy has a good view! He was sharing our table btw. He had just arrived when Cameron Diaz showed up. He left soon after she finished her dance, smiling and shaking his head slightly at us. Hehh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrXH1Bok3NY/TtTaYp7FsII/AAAAAAAAJhM/xPfwtXeVQf8/s640/IMG_9997.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha I took this shot just in time. The girl on the right is covering her nose.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, what a view. Cameron Diaz's bf showed up not long after with his buddies. He kept telling people, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that's my girl!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!" I don't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8_1fns4CFA/TtTbRF3qSaI/AAAAAAAAJhU/l2JzMX9gGfc/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8_1fns4CFA/TtTbRF3qSaI/AAAAAAAAJhU/l2JzMX9gGfc/s640/IMG_0003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I think that's enough photos for now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQWWqfgOc68/TtTb6OZvPoI/AAAAAAAAJhk/vmsGvCoT0OI/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQWWqfgOc68/TtTb6OZvPoI/AAAAAAAAJhk/vmsGvCoT0OI/s640/IMG_0008.JPG" width="480" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-7292386124333829840?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7292386124333829840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=7292386124333829840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7292386124333829840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7292386124333829840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/bangla-street-madness.html' title='Bangla Street Madness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3cYYVB3hdx0/TtTTnZIT4TI/AAAAAAAAJfU/cmdg1LD5Eno/s72-c/IMG_9970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-8941633586801526148</id><published>2011-12-01T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:31:42.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>TAG: Get Your Freak On! 15 Weird Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So, thanks to&lt;a href="http://kahlingsays.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Kah Ling&lt;/a&gt;, I now have a new tag to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1. What's a nickname only your family calls you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Mi. Haii sial actually my name is so short, that alot of people call me mi after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2. What's a weird habit of yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- I suppose I don't really talk much and sometimes I don't reply much either. I duno but then sometimes I'm normal. Maybe its just mood swings. I don't really have a weird habit, unless you count absentminded as a habit. I lose things/or can't find things &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt;. Cs imitates me these days, when I come across my long lost hidden things, I go: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh there you are!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (which is pretty often actually). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3. Do you have any weird phobias?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Lizards and rats. I'm not weird. Normal I believe. Most girls are. But I'm just more terrified than most. No wait,&amp;nbsp;make that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deathly afraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of them!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4. What's a song you secretly LOVE to blast&amp;nbsp;and belt out when you're alone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-Err....I duno. Whatever I feel like. Some dance song. As you can tell, this doesn't happen often so yea, skip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5. What's one of your biggest pet peeves?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- People who are slow and late, and make me late!! GRRR!! And I especially hate it when I open the door to walk out, and someone rushes in from the opposite,&amp;nbsp;thereby pushing me aside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FFFUUUU!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6. What's one of your nervous habits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- I stutter, hearts beats faster, and in severe cases I go to the toilet to shit. Butterflies in my tummy. Ehh wait, you asked for one only?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7. What side of the bed do you sleep on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8. What was your first stuffed animal&amp;nbsp;and it's name? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- I don't remember. I had quite a few before, but its all bagged by Eli when I went overseas to study.&amp;nbsp;Its all probably thrown away by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;#&lt;strong&gt;9. What's the drink you ALWAYS order at Starbucks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Frappucino something. It varies. But then I seldom go to Starbucks. Unlike Kah Ling. Hehee. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10. What's the beauty rule you preach.. but never ACTUALLY practice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Err I do practice what I preach. Facial, toner, moisturizer, eye cream, suncreen, facial&amp;nbsp;masks on weekends or at nights. I could probably do with more facials at beauticians I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#11. Which way do you face in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- I face Cs, wherever he's standing. Yes, we shower together! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#12. Do you have any 'weird' body 'skills'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#13. What's your favorite 'comfort food'/food thats 'bad' but you love to eat it anyways?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Pizza. Not exactly bad but its fat and I should eat less. My thighs would be happier. And definitely fries/wedges. I can't stop myself eating/ordering them when I start drinking. Comfort food no.1!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#14. What's a phrase or exclamation you always say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Probably Fcuk. Oops. Pardon my French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#15. Time to sleep- what are you ACTUALLY wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- My big baggy nightgown, long pants, and socks (yea, no joke!) I need to be wam and snug in bed. And that includes my legs and feet too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda easy cos I don't think I revealed anything particularly embarrasing. Not really weird facts about me either. Oh well. Bye! I'll try to post more about Phuket tonight!&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/6937113363140129923-8941633586801526148?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8941633586801526148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=8941633586801526148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8941633586801526148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8941633586801526148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/12/tag-get-your-freak-on-15-weird-facts.html' title='TAG: Get Your Freak On! 15 Weird Facts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-7467202444083664528</id><published>2011-11-29T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:48:29.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking attempts'/><title type='text'>Eggs IN toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like always, I suddenly thought of this and had to go Google the recipe and try to make it myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eggs on toast only funkier. Heh. I've never had this before, btw. Its not something that is widely available in Kuching! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took me all of 5 minutes to make this. And plenty of time to take photos and edit with my phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, make a hole in the middle. I used the bottom of my glass to press a circle then cut it out with my scissors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e6NVi7jfXCY/TtWH65PxK_I/AAAAAAAAJik/ZxyqixaU-RE/s640/blogger-image-834648652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e6NVi7jfXCY/TtWH65PxK_I/AAAAAAAAJik/ZxyqixaU-RE/s640/blogger-image-834648652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you look closely you can see the shadow of my Rabbito's ears. Hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next put a little oil or butter (if you prefer) in the pan. The videos say medium heat but I turned it on smallest heat so I don't end up burning my toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put the toast in like so. Crack an egg into the center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iDz1hhn0Psg/TtWH740Gh7I/AAAAAAAAJis/2sqFP0MJYTo/s640/blogger-image-473115298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iDz1hhn0Psg/TtWH740Gh7I/AAAAAAAAJis/2sqFP0MJYTo/s640/blogger-image-473115298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Add a little salt and pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we wait patiently and take photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you think its cooked enough, you can either turn it on the other side to cook the yolk throughly, or you can take it off the fire. Which is what I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love love love half cooked egg yolk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As an afterthought get a slice of cheese because PMS makes me think irrationally and against my better judgment, toast another slice of bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r_qDwoFuscU/TtWH8qoodxI/AAAAAAAAJi0/OEpZji2f8JU/s640/blogger-image--1440351732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-r_qDwoFuscU/TtWH8qoodxI/AAAAAAAAJi0/OEpZji2f8JU/s640/blogger-image--1440351732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To cover on that slice of cheese. The hot toasted bread will cause the cheese to melt slightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;End result: a very happy husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-arj1DAkODCk/TtWH8wmbfOI/AAAAAAAAJi8/afOJ4N4RnGA/s640/blogger-image-337984448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-arj1DAkODCk/TtWH8wmbfOI/AAAAAAAAJi8/afOJ4N4RnGA/s640/blogger-image-337984448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last photo of that runny yolk. Mmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That little circle of bread you cut out in the first photo will come in very handy in mopping up the yolk!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FXkOA0qFysI/TtWH9hbpz0I/AAAAAAAAJjE/yA9Bj4JKEF8/s640/blogger-image--1832561307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FXkOA0qFysI/TtWH9hbpz0I/AAAAAAAAJjE/yA9Bj4JKEF8/s640/blogger-image--1832561307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I will make this again tonight for myself. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-7467202444083664528?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7467202444083664528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=7467202444083664528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7467202444083664528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/7467202444083664528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/eggs-in-toast.html' title='Eggs IN toast'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e6NVi7jfXCY/TtWH65PxK_I/AAAAAAAAJik/ZxyqixaU-RE/s72-c/blogger-image-834648652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-6615338288977545115</id><published>2011-11-28T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:48:49.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My Phuket post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omHLsmOgySA/Tsjv1Gm6X7I/AAAAAAAAJYE/3sP2IChK-ao/s1600/IMG_9554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hello I'm back from my honeymoon. It was awesome~ I had a great time. It was so tiring though. Cs and I have a really bad habit of pushing ourselves to the limit. My poor feet are so tired from walking every day and night. I should have worn better/more comfy shoes but I don't want to. *whine. Comfy shoes are not pretty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I took so long to write this post that I gave up a lot of times. So bear with me. Some parts are written the day after I came back from my holiday and when it was still fresh, and some are from a week or two later. So yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the airport for our first flight from Kuching to KL. KL people have it so good they have no idea. No need to take the flight from small leetle Kuching to the big town, KL, where all the international flights take off from. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDY3nobD2uA/Tsde6gWKJHI/AAAAAAAAJR8/st6V40SVgEI/s600/IMG_9460.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDY3nobD2uA/Tsde6gWKJHI/AAAAAAAAJR8/st6V40SVgEI/s640/IMG_9460.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its okay because it was still the first leg of the trip. We are still&amp;nbsp; damn excited, still fresh and very energetic. Plenty of energy to run around, swim day and night, wake up at 7 am, sleep at 2 am, and walk all day and night. But fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NefZ6bJK2ns/TsdfCsh_F9I/AAAAAAAAJSE/ZPVCh4w2Veo/s600/IMG_9465.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NefZ6bJK2ns/TsdfCsh_F9I/AAAAAAAAJSE/ZPVCh4w2Veo/s600/IMG_9465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why are we so gung ho, have to travel to two different countries. Take 5 flights, in one week. Exhausting. And we booked the earliest flight at 6:40am, when our connecting flight was 1240pm to Phuket. Damn smart eyy. Which means we had 4 hours to waste at LCCT. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, Air Asia is well known for being late. The other flight was at 9:20 am, arriving at about 11:30am, too close to our connecting flight! Btw, typically, our flights were delayed this time around too. At least I was totally at ease. Delayed 30 mins, its okay! I have 4 more hours. Delay longer lah! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see from the photo above, we spent it at Starbucks, and playing with our respective phones. Twenties Girl, chick lit. Perfect book for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never tried Green tea frap. Surprisingly good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyaDkebY-S8/TsdfKuKpetI/AAAAAAAAJSM/Gw7sfHZwxQs/s600/IMG_9476.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyaDkebY-S8/TsdfKuKpetI/AAAAAAAAJSM/Gw7sfHZwxQs/s600/IMG_9476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One and a half hour later we arrived in Phuket. Sawadeeka! The land of smiles indeed! From the taxi driver, to the tuk tuk driver, to the housekeeping staff, to the restaurant staff and even the dancers in the club. Everyone was so polite, all smiles and it made us feel that we have to smile back at everyone, do the same hand gesture and say sawadeeka! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMxn-dh-6NE/Tsd5HoZHVoI/AAAAAAAAJW8/Bx1yMyaBvmY/s1600/IMG_9765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMxn-dh-6NE/Tsd5HoZHVoI/AAAAAAAAJW8/Bx1yMyaBvmY/s640/IMG_9765.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The immigration line at Phuket airport was long and we had to wait for some time. There were sooo many tourists in the queue. Nevertheless, we arrived at our hotel some 40 minutes later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OVXVGrVlsyI/TsdfQ1Ra9jI/AAAAAAAAJSU/F_ufvj4TDBI/s600/IMG_9484.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OVXVGrVlsyI/TsdfQ1Ra9jI/AAAAAAAAJSU/F_ufvj4TDBI/s600/IMG_9484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hotel lobby at the Beachside Wing. There are two wings at the hotel: Beachside and Lakeside. We were staying at the Lakeside Wing. The taxi driver brought us to the Beachside, but its okay, still can check in. Each wing has their own rooms, swimming pools etc..totally separate. Both are connected to Jungceylon shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beachside is closer to the beach and infamous Bangla road. Lakeside is more quiet I suppose. But really its not far. Less than 1 minute by tuk tuk, and probably 3 minute walk only.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PNhqmCYJJU/TsdfWg0OKvI/AAAAAAAAJSc/i6NN77BrPZo/s600/IMG_9486.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PNhqmCYJJU/TsdfWg0OKvI/AAAAAAAAJSc/i6NN77BrPZo/s600/IMG_9486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome drink for us. It was some lime slushy drink. Very delicious. And I look very happy don't I? Hahaa..I was. Ecstatic. Just arrived and I love it already. Good sign! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5OF79zy8OQ/TsdfcGToTwI/AAAAAAAAJSk/Rh87i-fCwAY/s600/IMG_9487.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5OF79zy8OQ/TsdfcGToTwI/AAAAAAAAJSk/Rh87i-fCwAY/s640/IMG_9487.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even happier when we found out that they are sending us to the Lakeside Wing with a free tuk tuk ride. Yay. Just arrived and already on a tuk tuk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOt3J8L_wVM/TsdzCPKrpuI/AAAAAAAAJWM/oM_DwTKHAf0/s1600/IMG_9505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNE_LoqgMSU/TsdftPB6v2I/AAAAAAAAJS0/x3ShtSrhT-Y/s600/IMG_9494.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNE_LoqgMSU/TsdftPB6v2I/AAAAAAAAJS0/x3ShtSrhT-Y/s600/IMG_9494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were shown to our room on the fourth floor and if possible, our grins got even wider! The room was awesome! Even better than I expected. How not to be happy when there is this arrangement greeting us? So awesome..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOt3J8L_wVM/TsdzCPKrpuI/AAAAAAAAJWM/oM_DwTKHAf0/s1600/IMG_9505.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOt3J8L_wVM/TsdzCPKrpuI/AAAAAAAAJWM/oM_DwTKHAf0/s640/IMG_9505.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute. Got honeymoon feel! The butler probably guessed it was our honeymoon from that arrangement because he greeted us with a "Congratulations on your marriage ka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to move the arrangement aside until I absolutely have to..when it was time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huge bathtub. Big enough for two. The two of us fit comfortably inside. Bubble bath! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9enIxZcSMbw/TsdzJygHmdI/AAAAAAAAJWU/-T3TT6kyx5k/s1600/IMG_9509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9enIxZcSMbw/TsdzJygHmdI/AAAAAAAAJWU/-T3TT6kyx5k/s640/IMG_9509.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And outside on the balcony..leading to our private Jacuzzi..that leads directly to the main pool. The pool was huge as well. So nice. They let us swim at night even, when there were fewer people by the pool side, and we had our own privacy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9L12QI6AOY/TsdzVWeQrbI/AAAAAAAAJWc/WPElGNAkuD8/s1600/IMG_9514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9L12QI6AOY/TsdzVWeQrbI/AAAAAAAAJWc/WPElGNAkuD8/s640/IMG_9514.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This trip to Phuket was supposed to be about relaxation/chilling out together and no over-exerting ourselves. So we said no need to take a trip to the islands. We'll do that the next trip. We wanted to go to the shows: Fanta Sea, and Simon Carbaret, but we couldn't find time to fit it in as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. Next trip. This trip, we spent a lot of time lazing at the pool side, day and night, getting massages, and leisure shopping at Jungeyclon. And oh yes, eating. Eating a lot of Thai food!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never knew men had to eat that much hahaa not until I stayed with Cs. Good God, the fella has to eat every 2 to 3 hours?! And a full meal leh. Not just a snack. Telling me his stomach's feeling empty, and he needs food. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also had complimentary fruit juice and fruits. I have no idea what those green fruits were though. Cs cut them up and we ate them, but I still don't know what it is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtHZJL2ZUSY/Tsdzb33lfuI/AAAAAAAAJWk/hbeFsaYzwAE/s1600/IMG_9517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtHZJL2ZUSY/Tsdzb33lfuI/AAAAAAAAJWk/hbeFsaYzwAE/s640/IMG_9517.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our room by night..See through blinds. It was great for us honeymooners, but how about people who are staying with their families? Should feel very insecure I think. You could pull the blinds shut but its still possible to see the bathroom if you look carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom was huge. When I walked into the room, the sliding doors to the bathroom were wide open, and for a moment I thought there are no doors??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sink is actually outside the bathroom. Not inside the bathroom, like most hotel rooms. I have no complaints though; I read in trip advisor about people complaining about the design but it was all right for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQX-Ft2pZo4/Tsdzix0FZFI/AAAAAAAAJWs/hpiMYsNmbfs/s1600/IMG_9520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQX-Ft2pZo4/Tsdzix0FZFI/AAAAAAAAJWs/hpiMYsNmbfs/s640/IMG_9520.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy couple! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5uEI9ojdD4/TsdzpusUFUI/AAAAAAAAJW0/kekqo84-0wA/s1600/IMG_9526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5uEI9ojdD4/TsdzpusUFUI/AAAAAAAAJW0/kekqo84-0wA/s640/IMG_9526.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDY3nobD2uA/Tsde6gWKJHI/AAAAAAAAJR8/st6V40SVgEI/s600/IMG_9460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2097256896"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2097256897"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how it looks like from the outside..It was very peaceful, and it wasn't hot in the day time. It was quite sheltered. So I spent many hours out there soaking in the pool.. Ahh..bliss!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GRnw99q1Ugc/Tsjve6sIOJI/AAAAAAAAJX0/YtCW8vMUmAE/s1600/IMG_9537.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GRnw99q1Ugc/Tsjve6sIOJI/AAAAAAAAJX0/YtCW8vMUmAE/s640/IMG_9537.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GG9MDpKZRUc/TsjvtEGmlxI/AAAAAAAAJX8/ucpMBhvsJEg/s1600/IMG_9538.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GG9MDpKZRUc/TsjvtEGmlxI/AAAAAAAAJX8/ucpMBhvsJEg/s640/IMG_9538.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like proper tourists, we had coconut juice every day. It was cool and refreshing. Mmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omHLsmOgySA/Tsjv1Gm6X7I/AAAAAAAAJYE/3sP2IChK-ao/s1600/IMG_9554.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omHLsmOgySA/Tsjv1Gm6X7I/AAAAAAAAJYE/3sP2IChK-ao/s400/IMG_9554.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5OF79zy8OQ/TsdfcGToTwI/AAAAAAAAJSk/Rh87i-fCwAY/s600/IMG_9487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pad thai was a bit spicy but very nice. I don't describe food well. Its either nice or yuck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZCVCxNNOKg/Tsj2buoJ6AI/AAAAAAAAJYM/o5NQE-yNl_s/s1600/IMG_9561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZCVCxNNOKg/Tsj2buoJ6AI/AAAAAAAAJYM/o5NQE-yNl_s/s640/IMG_9561.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mango sticky rice was not as awesome as I expected. The mango was delicious though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q88BqJE8Q_I/Tsj2ijG_CgI/AAAAAAAAJYU/Sz1TLbICDe8/s1600/IMG_9562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q88BqJE8Q_I/Tsj2ijG_CgI/AAAAAAAAJYU/Sz1TLbICDe8/s640/IMG_9562.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are inside Jungceylon. The shopping mall, where we got lost a few times together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scenario 1: One fine night when we were looking for dinner, we took the usual door out of the hotel connecting to Jungceylon. First he leads me and we get lost. Then I get upset at him and I lead him. Then we realize that I am going the same way he went just now. But he didn't say anything because he realized I was upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The third time, we found the right way out. It was 9pm and we were starving already looking for dinner.. Fcuk! I was right. Two idiots shouldn't travel together!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRQ4Iu7zr4/Tsj2szrMeUI/AAAAAAAAJYc/eYiDO16b5Yk/s1600/IMG_9566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRQ4Iu7zr4/Tsj2szrMeUI/AAAAAAAAJYc/eYiDO16b5Yk/s640/IMG_9566.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so smart?? Boo hoo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5N7tbNFww0/Tsj5qn82zJI/AAAAAAAAJYs/8MTI3qy5szQ/s1600/IMG_9607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5N7tbNFww0/Tsj5qn82zJI/AAAAAAAAJYs/8MTI3qy5szQ/s640/IMG_9607.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a lot of photos by the pool because we are here a lot. Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pool is mostly deserted by night. Suits me just fine. I like it better like this! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7E8VjHQlJtk/Tsj6lbT6JPI/AAAAAAAAJY0/2-BibfPST9c/s1600/IMG_9615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7E8VjHQlJtk/Tsj6lbT6JPI/AAAAAAAAJY0/2-BibfPST9c/s640/IMG_9615.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a gym right opposite the pool. Oh man people are so healthy and active. When I say people, I mean westerners mostly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One morning, I woke up at 7am in the morning, and couldn't go back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked out to the pool and looked over at the gym! To my shock, it was full with people exercising in there! OMG! I felt ashamed. So I err..went to change to my swimsuit and jumped into the pool!! (Much to Cs' concern haha. Poor guy had to drag his ass out of bed and join me in the pool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG MISTAKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT WAS SO SO COLD!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But effective nevertheless. Because it was &lt;b&gt;SO COLD, I FORCED MYSELF TO SWIM SWIM SWIM!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I always make the wrong decisions? Or right in this case? I don't know lahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCMLgkBS2Lw/Tsj7XWzUMlI/AAAAAAAAJY8/-QM5IJv7Fog/s1600/IMG_9619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCMLgkBS2Lw/Tsj7XWzUMlI/AAAAAAAAJY8/-QM5IJv7Fog/s640/IMG_9619.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BNE_LoqgMSU/TsdftPB6v2I/AAAAAAAAJS0/x3ShtSrhT-Y/s600/IMG_9494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2132903407"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2132903408"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHSfjABltuA/Tsz3fu8hVkI/AAAAAAAAJas/mlNCQyFFy3M/s1600/IMG_9635.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHSfjABltuA/Tsz3fu8hVkI/AAAAAAAAJas/mlNCQyFFy3M/s640/IMG_9635.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jacuzzi wasn't as good as I expected though.. It was quite strong and it hurts slightly. Or maybe I have a really low tolerance for pain. Oh well. Cs enjoyed it though. At least one of us did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AL7OvWF2ebM/Tsz3oqwZDlI/AAAAAAAAJa0/M3f9VTubMuk/s1600/IMG_9640.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AL7OvWF2ebM/Tsz3oqwZDlI/AAAAAAAAJa0/M3f9VTubMuk/s640/IMG_9640.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no wonder Cs is so hungry all the time. Heh we spend too much time working out, swimming and walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWem-Ccg21Y/Tsz3xEG1mBI/AAAAAAAAJa8/2cBFhGAcddQ/s1600/IMG_9645.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWem-Ccg21Y/Tsz3xEG1mBI/AAAAAAAAJa8/2cBFhGAcddQ/s640/IMG_9645.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VsIB09Av34/Tsz35xhxl8I/AAAAAAAAJbE/MP8itORCsfw/s640/IMG_9648.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuk tuk by night. A lot of the tuk tuk drivers pimped their rides, with &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VERY LOUD MUSIC PLAYING AND THE BASS THUMPING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caps lock on so you kinda get the drift. Yea, it was &lt;b&gt;THAT LOUD&lt;/b&gt; but its all good. Maybe cos they were along Bangla Road, they had to compete with the local bars and clubs eh.. Or maybe this is how they vie for customers. What you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf2aTW5G-Gk/Tsz6r1qtl3I/AAAAAAAAJbM/lO36UUWPzfk/s1600/IMG_9657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hf2aTW5G-Gk/Tsz6r1qtl3I/AAAAAAAAJbM/lO36UUWPzfk/s640/IMG_9657.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adding to that hustle and bustle were these cars with Muay Thai boxing contestants strutting their stuff. The people in the car were shouting on loudspeaker: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;night, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;night, thai boxing. (That was on Friday and Saturday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Sunday, it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;night, thai boxing! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;night! Thai boxing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday, it should be: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TONIGHT &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;THAI BOXING! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TONIGHT! TONIGHT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha thought it was amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3UQzZYl2M4/Tsz6ydCjkWI/AAAAAAAAJbU/TYWYXXw5mHc/s1600/IMG_9665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3UQzZYl2M4/Tsz6ydCjkWI/AAAAAAAAJbU/TYWYXXw5mHc/s640/IMG_9665.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tom Yam soup!! Yumm!! It was delicious without being too spicy! Alot of prawn, squid, mushrooms and tomatoes inside. ♥ I want more now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose they cater to alot of tourists. When you order, they ask you: spicy or less spicy or not spicy? We chose the middle option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0H371wkv-8/Tsz64vUcX7I/AAAAAAAAJbc/Erwz8o_XOJY/s1600/IMG_9670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0H371wkv-8/Tsz64vUcX7I/AAAAAAAAJbc/Erwz8o_XOJY/s640/IMG_9670.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green chicken curry was not bad too. More spicy! I couldn't really handle it. But still nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is Cs' staple pineapple fried rice, which he ordered at nearly everywhere we went in Phuket. No complaints. Good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nhmYQwBZvk/Tsz7A45LJUI/AAAAAAAAJbk/MyVnnoVqBTw/s1600/IMG_9674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5nhmYQwBZvk/Tsz7A45LJUI/AAAAAAAAJbk/MyVnnoVqBTw/s640/IMG_9674.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all that food, we went to check out the local pubs. It was still quite early by then. Only about 9 pm. This was at Taipan. The name of the club. There were live performers and singers.. They sing really well! I was pleasantly surprised!! And the girls dancing along to the singers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMKxbBbyQmM/Tsz9C_McOCI/AAAAAAAAJb0/019QAFMQmkA/s1600/IMG_9705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMKxbBbyQmM/Tsz9C_McOCI/AAAAAAAAJb0/019QAFMQmkA/s640/IMG_9705.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, this woman in this photo below is not one of the local girls in the clubs. She and her friends are customers. Very lihai!! But a bit show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people can do that unless properly trained, which she probably is. Which is why she went up sooo many times that night that nobody, not even her own friends clapped or cheered anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhwgrZsNJJE/Tsz86hAZH7I/AAAAAAAAJbs/KNV_mkdfH7k/s1600/IMG_9696.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhwgrZsNJJE/Tsz86hAZH7I/AAAAAAAAJbs/KNV_mkdfH7k/s640/IMG_9696.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She didn't stick to one club to show off, she went to another club too. Coincidentally we were there too and noticed her as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two hot chicks are very good dancers, damn sexy and I keep staring at them (especially the one in red!) WOWZA!! Hot stuff! Strutting their stuff. Actually a lot of the dancers are really good. They all alternate about 20 mins (I'm guessing). Heh I stayed there the whole night till about 1 am so yea that's how I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cro2GVQRueA/Tsz9Kws8AyI/AAAAAAAAJb8/vDFRUDxDVSQ/s1600/IMG_9724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cro2GVQRueA/Tsz9Kws8AyI/AAAAAAAAJb8/vDFRUDxDVSQ/s640/IMG_9724.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bangla Road is really an eye opening experience. And I have a whole lot more photos of them to share so I'll leave that to another post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2ByeOGK9tk/Tsz9RiwG6iI/AAAAAAAAJcE/CIE-XQbbqmM/s1600/IMG_9729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f2ByeOGK9tk/Tsz9RiwG6iI/AAAAAAAAJcE/CIE-XQbbqmM/s640/IMG_9729.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on. I liked that we were given fresh fruit juice in the morning. Nice. Freshly made for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biRgWqMeF0I/Tsz_gGazTWI/AAAAAAAAJcM/hzqcgdE5VSM/s1600/IMG_9742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biRgWqMeF0I/Tsz_gGazTWI/AAAAAAAAJcM/hzqcgdE5VSM/s400/IMG_9742.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I got a heart shaped egg sunny side up. Hah thought it was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dk2CJnn2iCU/Tsz_ktUZsVI/AAAAAAAAJcU/h3l830X-MJo/s1600/IMG_9744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dk2CJnn2iCU/Tsz_ktUZsVI/AAAAAAAAJcU/h3l830X-MJo/s400/IMG_9744.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder are these electric cables only found in Thailand, and where else? India? Only when coming back to Malaysia did I realize how big a difference it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd6ZlZHbL2Y/Tsz_v0mUNQI/AAAAAAAAJcc/rBM_eCe76EU/s1600/IMG_9753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd6ZlZHbL2Y/Tsz_v0mUNQI/AAAAAAAAJcc/rBM_eCe76EU/s640/IMG_9753.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw a little cutie people watching by the side of the road..He/she is not scared of people at all, and doesn't bark. So different from Cherrie, but equally cute! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuXUyCebb5w/Tsz_47-YKEI/AAAAAAAAJck/DMPD5yl63-4/s1600/IMG_9758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuXUyCebb5w/Tsz_47-YKEI/AAAAAAAAJck/DMPD5yl63-4/s640/IMG_9758.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were waiting for Jungceylon to open. Btw, it only opens at about 11 something to 12. Kinda late. There were crowds of tourists like us just hanging around waiting for it to open. So if you're going to Phuket, plan to do something in the morning. Or just don't wake up too early, like us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYA_uK_aR4M/Ts0ABXMTvjI/AAAAAAAAJcs/TtdNCqEu4gY/s1600/IMG_9772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYA_uK_aR4M/Ts0ABXMTvjI/AAAAAAAAJcs/TtdNCqEu4gY/s640/IMG_9772.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So while waiting, we went to Swenson's for ice cream. In the morning! But its okay! I burned calories swimming at 7am already. Hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, it is as awesome as it looks! Yumm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8QaHNvplMY/TtHomC_y5OI/AAAAAAAAJc0/mcqLJvknvAI/s1600/IMG_9781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8QaHNvplMY/TtHomC_y5OI/AAAAAAAAJc0/mcqLJvknvAI/s640/IMG_9781.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because Malaysia don't have pork burgers at Mcd, so we had to give this a try..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJKpJ-O-CSk/TtHowc-ToxI/AAAAAAAAJc8/e2TWaOXLZww/s1600/IMG_9799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJKpJ-O-CSk/TtHowc-ToxI/AAAAAAAAJc8/e2TWaOXLZww/s640/IMG_9799.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a photo of me after all that foood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LjxnuMC8Mj0/TtHo7I40YaI/AAAAAAAAJdE/AviuJwn2VG0/s1600/IMG_9804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LjxnuMC8Mj0/TtHo7I40YaI/AAAAAAAAJdE/AviuJwn2VG0/s640/IMG_9804.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because we are on holiday, it is an excuse to have beer in the day time. Like the other ang mohs. Nice. We tried the Chang beer. Its good! And cheap! Don't ask me how much this was. I forgot. If I'm not mistaken, this was the small bottle, and it costs 60 baht, RM 6. Cheap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason enough to drink in the afternoon. Actually it was evening already. We were waiting for sunset, halfway walking to the beach, Cs got hungry and his wife was looking for a shade to hide from the sun! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oddGOJpYJMs/TtHpB-4SRUI/AAAAAAAAJdM/Uk-dwUuEBkA/s1600/IMG_9831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oddGOJpYJMs/TtHpB-4SRUI/AAAAAAAAJdM/Uk-dwUuEBkA/s640/IMG_9831.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patong Beach! Actually I didn't like it that much. The beach was smelly and dirty, there were leftover food and dirt by other tourists and/or vendors, and there were dogs chasing each other playing on the beach. The water looked dirty. Yea you get what I mean..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3_1G0ltfWE/TtHpHAxd0MI/AAAAAAAAJdU/kbLJUiVKz2A/s1600/IMG_9849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3_1G0ltfWE/TtHpHAxd0MI/AAAAAAAAJdU/kbLJUiVKz2A/s640/IMG_9849.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed to take some photos, for all of 10 minutes tops, and left. No comment. Everyone I know asks me did I go to Phi Phi island, but I have to explain that I did not. Not this trip. Maybe another trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do want to. In the future. Another trip. Especially Similan island. The both of us, Cs and I get dizzy reaaaly easily, and I get sea sick as well. And I know I can take the travel sickness pill, and I did try before. It makes me drowsy and knocks me out for a few hours. Which is not what I want on holiday. On a boat. In the middle of the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I really have to look for a proper pill to test. I will. I want to go. The photos look awesome. Of the islands, I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6ABgOx7oJ8/TtHpNRjuXeI/AAAAAAAAJdc/I2yCni4DYGk/s1600/IMG_9855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6ABgOx7oJ8/TtHpNRjuXeI/AAAAAAAAJdc/I2yCni4DYGk/s640/IMG_9855.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunrise. Sunset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I think its time to end this post. Its getting a little too long. I shall continue about my trip in another post!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kop kun kha for reading! Bye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-6615338288977545115?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6615338288977545115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=6615338288977545115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6615338288977545115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6615338288977545115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-phuket-post.html' title='My Phuket post!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DDY3nobD2uA/Tsde6gWKJHI/AAAAAAAAJR8/st6V40SVgEI/s72-c/IMG_9460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-3428462361832679046</id><published>2011-11-24T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:49:08.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews: books and movies'/><title type='text'>In anticipation of Bella's wedding later..</title><content type='html'>Because I am going to watch Breaking Dawn part 1 later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read here if you want a brief synopsis to the movie: &lt;a href="http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2010/07/team-edward-or-team-jacob.html"&gt;http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2010/07/team-edward-or-team-jacob.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-3428462361832679046?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3428462361832679046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=3428462361832679046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3428462361832679046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3428462361832679046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-anticipation-of-bellas-wedding-later.html' title='In anticipation of Bella&apos;s wedding later..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-1061443307137341085</id><published>2011-11-23T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:59:07.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>Because I am extremely insecure and need a photo of self on this blog. Or just vain. Either one. Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am halfway writing my phuket post and predict I wont be done anytime soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, this is a filler post! &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uSdhfzt48T8/Tsy12KhhwCI/AAAAAAAAJak/5x2MHf6q4po/s640/blogger-image-1001191055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uSdhfzt48T8/Tsy12KhhwCI/AAAAAAAAJak/5x2MHf6q4po/s640/blogger-image-1001191055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-1061443307137341085?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1061443307137341085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=1061443307137341085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1061443307137341085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1061443307137341085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-work-in-progress.html' title='Its a Work in Progress'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uSdhfzt48T8/Tsy12KhhwCI/AAAAAAAAJak/5x2MHf6q4po/s72-c/blogger-image-1001191055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-6365037438368342981</id><published>2011-11-21T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:49:32.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly stuff'/><title type='text'>Absentminded ness will kill you one day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really want to blog about my trip. But so many photos overwhelm me. Plus it takes forever to upload the photos. Shitty line. Grr.. So, today I am going to share a story of how we got to Macau and bought egg tarts and boxes of cookies, and left it at Hong Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPEIP3HFUS8/TspKk-1f1FI/AAAAAAAAJaE/IHHbvMBwUeY/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPEIP3HFUS8/TspKk-1f1FI/AAAAAAAAJaE/IHHbvMBwUeY/s640/IMG_0809.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually I pretty much said it all already. But let me elaborate more! I am not so selfish to say that it was all Cs' fault. *points finger accusingly. No, no. It was &lt;b&gt;BOTH &lt;/b&gt;our fault. In fairness, he discovered it first. Where the hell is our bag?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked into HK airport with 2 luggage case, 2 sling bags (one each), and one carry on case. We went to boarding with a sling bag each. Full stop. HAHA.&lt;b&gt;Fucking epic fail man!!!&lt;/b&gt; We should NOT travel together!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We checked in our two luggage case. We tried to cram in 20 kg so we could check both in. At the last minute, I still tried to squeeze in a few items into the carry on case. The carry on case contained 2 books, egg tarts, cookies, shirts, and shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that my two luggage case were a total combined weight of 20.9 kg. I thought they should let me in. They did. HK staff pass. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At KL, my two luggage case were still 20.9 kg. But the WOMAN don't let me pass!!! I'm hardly overweight!!!! Angry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I digressed. Back to topic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there we were. At Terminal 2, check in counter not yet open, so let's go have some dim sum. During dim sum, discover that the airport have free wifi, and from then on, we are both glued to our phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I blame the wifi for my inattentiveness lor. Haha. I was busy surfing, checking Facebook, catching up on friends news. Kepoh-ing more like. After that, check in our 2 luggage. Go to 7-11 buy some snacks to eat on the plane, and look for books/magazines to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijFaTSzaVaM/TspKr9S2W8I/AAAAAAAAJaM/bH5LTLzA3EY/s1600/IMG_0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijFaTSzaVaM/TspKr9S2W8I/AAAAAAAAJaM/bH5LTLzA3EY/s640/IMG_0810.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when it was about time, we both decided to go to immigration. Looking at the queue, we were a bit startled. Ehh we haven't gone through immigration yet mer? What were we doing so long just now? Hurry and queue up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got stopped at the scanners because we had a bottle of water. We forgot. They confiscated it. We continued on our journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joining the people to our gate. Gate 42, I still remember, I was a bit bewildered. Why is HK airport SO BIG? My God! We had to take 2 trains to Gate 42?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDdnjIk9H98/TspOVWX5U8I/AAAAAAAAJac/yACEprtiQCA/s1600/IMG_0875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDdnjIk9H98/TspOVWX5U8I/AAAAAAAAJac/yACEprtiQCA/s640/IMG_0875.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here I thought we were at the Low Cost terminal or something, cos we took Air Asia mar. So I thought that Terminal 2 would be smaller than Terminal 1. But it was still huge, and for others traveling to HK in the future, please don't be like us. Linger too long.. bad, I know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we were at Gate 42. Plenty of time to spare actually. Laze around, shop some more, play with free wifi. Some 10 minutes before boarding, Cs turned to me and grabbed my leg: &lt;b&gt;BEE, WHERE IS OUR BAG????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was still confused: &lt;b&gt;HUH? WHAT BAG??!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had already took off running/half shouting to me: our bag!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we ran off in search of it! NO SHIT!! Why does this happen to us??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily our passports and boarding pass were with us. We ran to the scans because it should be there. They called throughout the airport for us to help us locate our bag. Apparently they have 8 scans at that terminal itself. Not counting T2. Just where we were then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long story short, after a lot of explaining, good news: they found our bag!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad news: they can't get it for us (2 train rides away, remember?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better news: we should run back to our gate and ask someone there to get it for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we ran back to the gate and explained again, but they were queuing up for boarding already, it was too late, they could do nothing already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long story short, we have to write an authorization letter and give copies of our passport, boarding pass only when we have arrived in Malaysia, then they will collect it for us, and fly our bag to Kuching for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have good news in the end though. Upon arrival in KL, we immediately went to the baggage retrieval counter to ask for help. I already wrote the letter on the plane, and he photocopied our documents. Faxed it to HK, and tadah, we got our bag the very next morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn efficient!! Everyone is so nice and so helpful! They called around for us, helped us find the bag, explained what we had to do, and SO FAST I got my bag!! The egg tarts were still edible, believe it or not!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But a bit squashed lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw8mix-AASE/TspKzvGVNRI/AAAAAAAAJaU/9zSfeDRAbXs/s1600/IMG_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw8mix-AASE/TspKzvGVNRI/AAAAAAAAJaU/9zSfeDRAbXs/s640/IMG_0813.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My family members better appreciate my efforts. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So that's it. The story of how we forgot our luggage, and had it returned to us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Epic fail!!! And we really should bring our brains and memory out with us when we go travel. Particularly overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPEIP3HFUS8/TspKk-1f1FI/AAAAAAAAJaE/IHHbvMBwUeY/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-6365037438368342981?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6365037438368342981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=6365037438368342981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6365037438368342981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6365037438368342981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-really-want-to-blog-about-my-trip.html' title='Absentminded ness will kill you one day..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPEIP3HFUS8/TspKk-1f1FI/AAAAAAAAJaE/IHHbvMBwUeY/s72-c/IMG_0809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-709900738037704414</id><published>2011-11-17T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:49:50.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Updates from Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>I'm going back tonite! Here are some blur photos from my phone..before my apps edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They now look much better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having dim sum now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs is glaring at me to put down my phone and eat. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, photos shall suffice now. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QkEDCxQS6ak/TsRYusRL9fI/AAAAAAAAJRc/QwmEHuxcYKM/s640/blogger-image--297880690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QkEDCxQS6ak/TsRYusRL9fI/AAAAAAAAJRc/QwmEHuxcYKM/s640/blogger-image--297880690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_Bhmp3v90Lw/TsRYw02QFJI/AAAAAAAAJRk/nC8rD-J4syI/s640/blogger-image--177050134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_Bhmp3v90Lw/TsRYw02QFJI/AAAAAAAAJRk/nC8rD-J4syI/s640/blogger-image--177050134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8jksMGsrNiU/TsRY1dxu36I/AAAAAAAAJRs/rvCZyAikIUo/s640/blogger-image--287412235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8jksMGsrNiU/TsRY1dxu36I/AAAAAAAAJRs/rvCZyAikIUo/s640/blogger-image--287412235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RBr-FDOM5sc/TsRY3wXlPEI/AAAAAAAAJR0/uMstKlIEzF0/s640/blogger-image-952836755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RBr-FDOM5sc/TsRY3wXlPEI/AAAAAAAAJR0/uMstKlIEzF0/s640/blogger-image-952836755.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-709900738037704414?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/709900738037704414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=709900738037704414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/709900738037704414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/709900738037704414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-going-back-tonite-here-are-some-blur.html' title='Updates from Hong Kong'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QkEDCxQS6ak/TsRYusRL9fI/AAAAAAAAJRc/QwmEHuxcYKM/s72-c/blogger-image--297880690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-2000020636224894579</id><published>2011-11-15T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:49:50.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Greetings!!</title><content type='html'>In an effort to keep my blog alive, here are some recent photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are self explanatory. Yes, I am on my long awaited honeymoon! :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuket was Awesome! I love Thai people. So friendly, humble and polite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unlike Hong Kong, which is where I am now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB soon..&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CJbM7Nu9abU/TsE_vjdTVVI/AAAAAAAAJRI/6QXKCUh9GJU/s640/blogger-image--96936608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CJbM7Nu9abU/TsE_vjdTVVI/AAAAAAAAJRI/6QXKCUh9GJU/s640/blogger-image--96936608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--DCJTtkj6Bs/TsE_wma_HHI/AAAAAAAAJRU/tsH7EQHLZ0s/s640/blogger-image-889422951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--DCJTtkj6Bs/TsE_wma_HHI/AAAAAAAAJRU/tsH7EQHLZ0s/s640/blogger-image-889422951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oWoB0w63vUM/TsE_uFZRGYI/AAAAAAAAJQ0/kch4Sapo-Vk/s640/blogger-image-744747450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oWoB0w63vUM/TsE_uFZRGYI/AAAAAAAAJQ0/kch4Sapo-Vk/s640/blogger-image-744747450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-W74CccuGxy4/TsE_vCI1ItI/AAAAAAAAJRA/kA8gxFEnPuo/s640/blogger-image-1753548352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-W74CccuGxy4/TsE_vCI1ItI/AAAAAAAAJRA/kA8gxFEnPuo/s640/blogger-image-1753548352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6am17lL0O6w/TsE_uuIEzBI/AAAAAAAAJQ4/_bP1Jq7dTFk/s640/blogger-image--1732964032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6am17lL0O6w/TsE_uuIEzBI/AAAAAAAAJQ4/_bP1Jq7dTFk/s640/blogger-image--1732964032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-2000020636224894579?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2000020636224894579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=2000020636224894579&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2000020636224894579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2000020636224894579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/grettings.html' title='Greetings!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CJbM7Nu9abU/TsE_vjdTVVI/AAAAAAAAJRI/6QXKCUh9GJU/s72-c/blogger-image--96936608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-763257619938969072</id><published>2011-11-10T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:56:07.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting now.. 11:11:11</title><content type='html'>I've been looking forward to this day for months! I have planned so many things in advance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read a quote somewhere: always expect the unexpected! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose in a way, this means be prepared for any shit that comes your way!! Cant think of any other explanation because it is such horse shit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck do u know what it is that is unexpected that u are supposed to expect? Confused yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the alcohol in my brain.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its becauss he is not home yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because i have been looking forward to this day for so long that now its here, and he is not, that i feel THIS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset. Let down. Dont feel like going to sleep even though i can barely keep my eyes open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing away on my iphone. Forgive the errors..like i will forgive him later..Sigh..its nobody's fault that life is so freaking busy these days..at work and at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully This is coming at a right time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hs70dOC4cPc/TrvXLwFE7LI/AAAAAAAAJQc/32yz6Lipid4/s640/blogger-image-2118580746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hs70dOC4cPc/TrvXLwFE7LI/AAAAAAAAJQc/32yz6Lipid4/s640/blogger-image-2118580746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OqmY9ItTZ04/TrvXMoO0Q5I/AAAAAAAAJQg/HtWO1-pUXBg/s640/blogger-image--1257019866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OqmY9ItTZ04/TrvXMoO0Q5I/AAAAAAAAJQg/HtWO1-pUXBg/s640/blogger-image--1257019866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8mAuFI9L1mE/TrvXN_wFKSI/AAAAAAAAJQs/t5HcG0PK1mQ/s640/blogger-image-1890433125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8mAuFI9L1mE/TrvXN_wFKSI/AAAAAAAAJQs/t5HcG0PK1mQ/s640/blogger-image-1890433125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-763257619938969072?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/763257619938969072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=763257619938969072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/763257619938969072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/763257619938969072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/starting-now-111111.html' title='Starting now.. 11:11:11'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hs70dOC4cPc/TrvXLwFE7LI/AAAAAAAAJQc/32yz6Lipid4/s72-c/blogger-image-2118580746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-3055717299073459404</id><published>2011-11-10T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:50:11.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Her Highness</title><content type='html'>I present to you, the biggest member of the Simon family: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Cherrie.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U5-zSRpoiGs/TrtDRB0H8EI/AAAAAAAAJQU/yZCi7Mzhy48/s640/blogger-image-1862593586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U5-zSRpoiGs/TrtDRB0H8EI/AAAAAAAAJQU/yZCi7Mzhy48/s640/blogger-image-1862593586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-3055717299073459404?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3055717299073459404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=3055717299073459404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3055717299073459404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3055717299073459404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/her-highness.html' title='Her Highness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U5-zSRpoiGs/TrtDRB0H8EI/AAAAAAAAJQU/yZCi7Mzhy48/s72-c/blogger-image-1862593586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-3199836692305342107</id><published>2011-11-07T14:20:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:19:47.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Pre wedding photos from Hollywood Bridal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I look through my blog, I realize large chunks of information and photos are missing from my day to day life. I seem to blog about things only when I have things to bitch and criticize about, therefore making me sound like a whiny bitch haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is partly why I am trying to update a photo per day from now on. Doesn't have to have a lot of words. Not in today's case though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking through my blog, I also realize I forgot to upload these pre wedding photos. They were taken back in April, but I only got the photos a few days or a week before my wedding. Maybe that's why I was so late in sharing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylq2QKx1h9c/TreASZehEVI/AAAAAAAAJL0/RkrexLYzoJ8/s1600/IMG_0272%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylq2QKx1h9c/TreASZehEVI/AAAAAAAAJL0/RkrexLYzoJ8/s400/IMG_0272%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672143309261312338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: smile more. Show your teeth. Relax. Act happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we try our best to fake a smile. But most of the time we're teasing each other to get each other to smile for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3fZ7w8oKTQ/TreAu0e6KqI/AAAAAAAAJMA/JAG1z9cv7SQ/s1600/IMG_0346%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3fZ7w8oKTQ/TreAu0e6KqI/AAAAAAAAJMA/JAG1z9cv7SQ/s400/IMG_0346%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672143797547051682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins into the photo shoot, I realize, I have a new found respect for models. How do they do this? Its so much harder trying to look good in front of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQgnn4w6aOo/TreBDJpzavI/AAAAAAAAJMY/n-KRAWGceeo/s1600/IMG_0528%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQgnn4w6aOo/TreBDJpzavI/AAAAAAAAJMY/n-KRAWGceeo/s400/IMG_0528%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672144146827274994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at the State Library. Plenty of people go there for wedding photos. I went there twice for both my pre wedding photos. Both with different effects. Love both. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anElIAWWxeI/TreA4V0SHII/AAAAAAAAJMM/VG1fgyE57Os/s1600/IMG_0512%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anElIAWWxeI/TreA4V0SHII/AAAAAAAAJMM/VG1fgyE57Os/s400/IMG_0512%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672143961113894018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are all dressed up in a wedding gown, and have an entourage of people following, including the photographer and his big ass camera and lens, his assistant, and the make up artist carrying bags, props and the other gowns, you quickly become used to the stares wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People staring, pointing and openly taking photos with their own phones and cameras. Random people smile at you and come up to congratulate you. I never knew Kuching people could be so friendly. Hahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwDUv0qUQsI/TreBaUqKghI/AAAAAAAAJMk/Rck22hYMgw4/s1600/IMG_0536%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwDUv0qUQsI/TreBaUqKghI/AAAAAAAAJMk/Rck22hYMgw4/s400/IMG_0536%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672144544918569490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had to act lovey dovey and kiss at public places, with people staring, and the photographer directing you how to stand or move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgF_f7VQwug/TreC06lsHYI/AAAAAAAAJM8/6TpVA_RjlmI/s1600/IMG_0544%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgF_f7VQwug/TreC06lsHYI/AAAAAAAAJM8/6TpVA_RjlmI/s400/IMG_0544%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672146101288574338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus we are monopolizing the stairs. People have to wait by the sides, at the top or at the bottom while we pose. But like I said, you get used to it after a while. Just smile, wave and say sorry. People are nicer than you thought. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWRjrEgJ7vk/TreB2Jyd6GI/AAAAAAAAJMw/I9MAoIwtGwM/s1600/IMG_0541%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWRjrEgJ7vk/TreB2Jyd6GI/AAAAAAAAJMw/I9MAoIwtGwM/s400/IMG_0541%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672145023036942434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking photos out in the hot sun was the worst. The sun = my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujrcrS0GtfI/TreDLI9E7gI/AAAAAAAAJNI/jI1cJvFGt5o/s1600/IMG_0571%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujrcrS0GtfI/TreDLI9E7gI/AAAAAAAAJNI/jI1cJvFGt5o/s400/IMG_0571%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672146483101888002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something. That beautiful wedding gown is heavy! It is gorgeous and I chose it. But it is also heavy and awkward to walk around without tripping. And so long that its hard to walk AND carry that looong train with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1: The toilet is wet, so how? Imagine having to squat in that while holding the dress above me. End result: I can barely see in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hahha..I'm spoiling my wedding photos by talking about this aren't I? Oh well that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3aXPMsgnLSs/TreDeMJKOnI/AAAAAAAAJNg/RPpcqIxG7J8/s1600/IMG_0583%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3aXPMsgnLSs/TreDeMJKOnI/AAAAAAAAJNg/RPpcqIxG7J8/s400/IMG_0583%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672146810375387762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the photos they took though and the dress really was gorgeous! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qA8d1ZBpls/TreDWt_YE_I/AAAAAAAAJNU/9ZI1Y2LbSXw/s1600/IMG_0581%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qA8d1ZBpls/TreDWt_YE_I/AAAAAAAAJNU/9ZI1Y2LbSXw/s400/IMG_0581%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672146682022204402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer pointed out the heart shaped cloud above us after we took this shot. I nodded, smiled and asked: that's it? We can go in now? (out of the sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I have a new found respect for models. Photo shoot outdoors are tiring as hell. We have to change and re apply make up outside. And I forgot to bring slippers so I was walking around in my high heels trying not to trip on my own dress. Haha dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhIMv5y4wHY/TreD8FFLaaI/AAAAAAAAJNs/7sgFDCbqsfc/s1600/IMG_0614%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhIMv5y4wHY/TreD8FFLaaI/AAAAAAAAJNs/7sgFDCbqsfc/s400/IMG_0614%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672147323875715490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the waterfront for the river cruise next. I forgot how much it was to take the cruise. It takes you around the waterfront. Sunset over the river. It was kinda nice. Different. I wanted sunset photos so we chose this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tgS-ZCnVLY/TreEXAeuGSI/AAAAAAAAJN4/QZMQnK0mbtQ/s1600/IMG_0621%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tgS-ZCnVLY/TreEXAeuGSI/AAAAAAAAJN4/QZMQnK0mbtQ/s400/IMG_0621%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672147786497136930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was inside the ship. Surprisingly there was quite a lot of people on board. Gulp. And if you noticed, the ship was not all that big. Which means, we have an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. No shit. They were literally taking photos of us and pointing at us while we took photos around the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCnxwIej3XU/TreEdJzBVeI/AAAAAAAAJOE/9uxVx2yVpYM/s1600/IMG_0651%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCnxwIej3XU/TreEdJzBVeI/AAAAAAAAJOE/9uxVx2yVpYM/s400/IMG_0651%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672147892077417954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad the photos turned out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having a crowd watching us as we do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E7UjH908Cc/TreEhFqu9AI/AAAAAAAAJOQ/sxyZJ641e8o/s1600/IMG_0687%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E7UjH908Cc/TreEhFqu9AI/AAAAAAAAJOQ/sxyZJ641e8o/s400/IMG_0687%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672147959688393730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous enough already..btw, I love that dress! Gorgeous. If you noticed, I wore it for my wedding actual day as well. In the morning session. And the same veil. And probably the same tiara/crown. But my hair style and make up was a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8pkKOeW9pQ/TreEsgbL6tI/AAAAAAAAJOc/lJxXO_1Y1sk/s1600/IMG_0706%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8pkKOeW9pQ/TreEsgbL6tI/AAAAAAAAJOc/lJxXO_1Y1sk/s400/IMG_0706%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672148155849501394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyaVerdngZU/TreEy8A_aaI/AAAAAAAAJOo/3zK_0LVFUH4/s1600/IMG_0709%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyaVerdngZU/TreEy8A_aaI/AAAAAAAAJOo/3zK_0LVFUH4/s400/IMG_0709%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672148266335037858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hcDaAVYqtc/TreE8U-E1AI/AAAAAAAAJO0/ia98zYp5OCU/s1600/IMG_0711%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hcDaAVYqtc/TreE8U-E1AI/AAAAAAAAJO0/ia98zYp5OCU/s400/IMG_0711%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672148427652518914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited the above photo above hence the colors btw. Don't know if it looks good or not since we look so fierce anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Is6hCmGY_E/TreFL4PZuoI/AAAAAAAAJPA/JpLYgYGwLkc/s1600/IMG_0721%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Is6hCmGY_E/TreFL4PZuoI/AAAAAAAAJPA/JpLYgYGwLkc/s400/IMG_0721%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672148694818470530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXk5erg9SME/TreFRffrAPI/AAAAAAAAJPM/ADHXMFOgzcM/s1600/IMG_0752%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXk5erg9SME/TreFRffrAPI/AAAAAAAAJPM/ADHXMFOgzcM/s400/IMG_0752%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672148791255040242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like this photo above. ♥ I was sitting there minding my own business, resting when the photographer took this. Candid. That's why I like it! :D Not so posey posey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqA96R0yrVw/TreFbDR-9pI/AAAAAAAAJPY/-XBRcz6IAsI/s1600/IMG_0766%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqA96R0yrVw/TreFbDR-9pI/AAAAAAAAJPY/-XBRcz6IAsI/s400/IMG_0766%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672148955480127122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGJ0OVE8ohE/TreFp4IvjSI/AAAAAAAAJPk/n9g_9GWeiT4/s1600/IMG_0776%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGJ0OVE8ohE/TreFp4IvjSI/AAAAAAAAJPk/n9g_9GWeiT4/s400/IMG_0776%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672149210186616098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That plant behind spoiled the picture somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPv4AwapiX8/TreFyWUEN0I/AAAAAAAAJPw/Z1xIHx7S1Sg/s1600/IMG_0785%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPv4AwapiX8/TreFyWUEN0I/AAAAAAAAJPw/Z1xIHx7S1Sg/s400/IMG_0785%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672149355726124866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-yIeONkjFk/TreGRkcl-yI/AAAAAAAAJP8/2zJNEKR0rCg/s1600/IMG_0801%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J-yIeONkjFk/TreGRkcl-yI/AAAAAAAAJP8/2zJNEKR0rCg/s400/IMG_0801%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672149892095933218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think of my pre wedding photos from Hollywood Bridal? Comments please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how I feel. The whole truth and nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that their service was good. They were all smiles and very friendly. I do not feel they pushed me to buy their package or to pay for extra stuff. I paid extra for the ampule and to upgrade the dress (which I feel was too much, but then also typical as with other bridal studios). I mean, other studios are doing the same thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos. The final result. The albums that I am taking home with me. All that hassle. Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that while choosing the photos, while choosing from the hundreds of photos, I was disappointed. I was SO disappointed. Cs as well. They (staff at Hollywood) could feel it. I pouted and sulked and they consoled me: honestly speaking, you look better in real life than in your photos. SULK even more!! :( I paid for those photos, they better be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when I finally got the albums, I got over it. The overall effect was good. I was pleased again. The way they designed the photos. They didn't edit much because I don't want to NOT look like myself in my own wedding album ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep telling me, can edit. Can edit. But I don't want to! I want to look like myself. Not some picture perfect weirdo. If I had known, I would not have listened to the photographer when he said smile more. Show your teeth. I have crooked teeth btw and hate it. Haha..so it was easy choosing the photos. Any photos that show my teeth, out and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, in the end I was happy when I got my album. Relieved was the word. Glad that it was not as bad as I originally thought. The photos look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until I took the albums home and showed my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family who know me in and out and have seen me in all sorts of outfits and make up, had sooo much to criticize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God you should listen to Winnie. She immediately pointed out the things that I hoped no one would notice. Why is there a spot here? Why your face looks weird? They photoshop too much! Cs face to white. His eyebrows this and that and so on and so forth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahh..really its not that important anymore. Where are these fabulous albums now anyway? Inside a trunk hidden away, and I haven't opened them once since I moved here. Overrated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I didn't offend anyone with this post. If I did, sorry. Bye.&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/6937113363140129923-3199836692305342107?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3199836692305342107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=3199836692305342107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3199836692305342107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3199836692305342107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/pre-wedding-photos-from-hollywood.html' title='Pre wedding photos from Hollywood Bridal'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ylq2QKx1h9c/TreASZehEVI/AAAAAAAAJL0/RkrexLYzoJ8/s72-c/IMG_0272%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-8521791669258431174</id><published>2011-11-06T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:50:31.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking attempts'/><title type='text'>Love for breakfast</title><content type='html'>Trying to post a photo a day..kinda like project 365. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how long I can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs made me this for breakfast this morning..&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ft1EASEe07c/TrZQBKIQKrI/AAAAAAAAJLc/0iXE7xA7Vtg/s640/blogger-image-1357276035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ft1EASEe07c/TrZQBKIQKrI/AAAAAAAAJLc/0iXE7xA7Vtg/s640/blogger-image-1357276035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-8521791669258431174?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8521791669258431174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=8521791669258431174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8521791669258431174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8521791669258431174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-for-breakfast.html' title='Love for breakfast'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ft1EASEe07c/TrZQBKIQKrI/AAAAAAAAJLc/0iXE7xA7Vtg/s72-c/blogger-image-1357276035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-2531702884944257682</id><published>2011-11-05T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:50:31.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking attempts'/><title type='text'>Cheesy baked rice</title><content type='html'>Tonight I made cheese baked rice with minced chicken and mushrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the chef, I have plenty to nitpick but Cs loved it. And that should be good enough..&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OgGG6PRw2dA/TrVWX7lV1oI/AAAAAAAAJLU/myF38kOyoWM/s640/blogger-image-710520763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OgGG6PRw2dA/TrVWX7lV1oI/AAAAAAAAJLU/myF38kOyoWM/s640/blogger-image-710520763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-2531702884944257682?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2531702884944257682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=2531702884944257682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2531702884944257682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2531702884944257682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/cheesy-baked-rice.html' title='Cheesy baked rice'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OgGG6PRw2dA/TrVWX7lV1oI/AAAAAAAAJLU/myF38kOyoWM/s72-c/blogger-image-710520763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-2356184174720797031</id><published>2011-11-02T15:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:22:35.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occasions'/><title type='text'>Halloween Post</title><content type='html'>So this year, I was determined to play dress up. I had my eyes set a pair of white wings at Green Gallery months ago. But it seemed unrealistic to buy them wings when we were paying off so many wedding-related bills. After getting married, I thought it would be easier on us. Well kinda but I still can't bear to spend Rm79 on a pair of wings. Siao ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, by Halloween, those wings were sold out already. I found a few more pairs though at the Hills shopping mall, in black and white. So tempted to buy but aih impossible lah. Not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in a talking mood. Photos shall suffice for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SKwM-_zAZJw/TrDuZTi2ZYI/AAAAAAAAJKw/GhuHfYDyXZc/s840/blogger-image-1797393285.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SKwM-_zAZJw/TrDuZTi2ZYI/AAAAAAAAJKw/GhuHfYDyXZc/s840/blogger-image-1797393285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell what I went as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, leapord. Or cat. Just because I have the dress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7rzpuaUvpT4/TrDuZxOTFZI/AAAAAAAAJK4/eEUpDldAkjg/s740/blogger-image--101981982.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7rzpuaUvpT4/TrDuZxOTFZI/AAAAAAAAJK4/eEUpDldAkjg/s740/blogger-image--101981982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew whiskers and stuck leopard print stickers on my eyelids and on my nose. Those stickers are nail stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My red lips spoil the whole effect somehow, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7_TVAy7kEpE/TrDuWjeVeYI/AAAAAAAAJKY/n2ImVxfusJE/s840/blogger-image-219728713.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7_TVAy7kEpE/TrDuWjeVeYI/AAAAAAAAJKY/n2ImVxfusJE/s840/blogger-image-219728713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people are dressed up in the pub. Meh. But the night was fun still. People dancing, people watching LCW versus Chen Lung. But still fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uzyXV5uFPZw/TrDuYMIYJhI/AAAAAAAAJKg/4G1tCrXpIQE/s840/blogger-image--1184791257.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uzyXV5uFPZw/TrDuYMIYJhI/AAAAAAAAJKg/4G1tCrXpIQE/s840/blogger-image--1184791257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cs was a pirate, ah boon the vampire and Winnie the sailor. Which makes Winnie Cs' slave. Sailors working for the pirate. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_eOslX32EXs/TrDuY35CX-I/AAAAAAAAJKo/qooClzpeOIY/s840/blogger-image--1104500601.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_eOslX32EXs/TrDuY35CX-I/AAAAAAAAJKo/qooClzpeOIY/s840/blogger-image--1104500601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Halloween is over for another year. I'm really not very talkative today, but I have to update my blog somehow. A bit sien opening my blog, and its not updated again. Why so lazy mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually life has been really busy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its okay. 3 more working days, and here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kgio9-DL8U/TrQB9UNGiWI/AAAAAAAAJLM/ybRGx1ptgJk/s1600/rooms04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kgio9-DL8U/TrQB9UNGiWI/AAAAAAAAJLM/ybRGx1ptgJk/s400/rooms04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671159983673608546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hope I won't be disappointed!! Can't wait!!&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/6937113363140129923-2356184174720797031?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2356184174720797031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=2356184174720797031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2356184174720797031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2356184174720797031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-post.html' title='Halloween Post'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SKwM-_zAZJw/TrDuZTi2ZYI/AAAAAAAAJKw/GhuHfYDyXZc/s72-c/blogger-image-1797393285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-6788700667680072967</id><published>2011-10-30T18:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:35:10.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking attempts'/><title type='text'>How to screw up your husband's dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;...which is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LAYERED POTATOES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to make these for the longest time ever since I read them on &lt;a href="http://www.kimberlycun.com/"&gt;Kimberlycun&lt;/a&gt;. But I had to wait till I have an oven. Now we do. Yay!! Next thing I'm going to make is Pizza. Don't care that I can't finish it. I will make Cs eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Let's start at the beginning. I thought it would be so easy to make. And it was really. All that went wrong was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; one lousy can of soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't follow the exact recipe from Kimberly. I went and googled for similar recipes because I am like that. I need more sources, and yet somehow or other, I manage to screw this up. Slightly lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe called for 1 can of Campell's mushroom &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I very gungho went to Giant and bought a can of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cream of Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mistake ok! Not on purpose. I thought it was a can of cream of chicken soup. Damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LWKJ8VmGP1s/Tq0kujHOV0I/AAAAAAAAJEM/aD2IyurM-bQ/s640/blogger-image-1008585141.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LWKJ8VmGP1s/Tq0kujHOV0I/AAAAAAAAJEM/aD2IyurM-bQ/s640/blogger-image-1008585141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I poured it out, the whole thing was a big gooey glop. Jelly like texture. Omg. My precious potatoes! Did I fuck up??! I even went to check the expiry date. No leh 2012. What the hell went wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the instructions at the back, which said: mix can of cream with a bowl of water. Heat it up, and stir to mix. =.= I'm so damn smart lo. Fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. In short, that is how to screw up layered potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok. Because I am genius, I fixed it. I scooped the cream out of my precious potatoes and put them into a pot with water. Stir to mix. And poured it all onto my potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice what's wrong yet? I poured &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of it onto my potatoes! Why Amy why?! I was too kancheong ok and didn't pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to fill the potatoes up to about the topmost layer only.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Now my potatoes and cheese are swimming in chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to call Cs and tell him to just tapau some fast food for dinner already by then. Fook it. Fook the Campbells soup. Most of all, fook me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahh..my oven was preheated already what. How much more harm can come out of it, right? Right? So I stuck it into the oven at 180 degrees as instructed by a lot of people on Google. Set it for 60 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh lucky I keep going back to check ok. What 60 mins? Cheat me. My potatoes were done/cooked in 20 mins. I don't know why. When I stuck my fork in, it went though easily. I think my hot chicken soup helped cook the potatoes! HAHAH. Damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result was not bad lo! Tasted very very very yummy! But it was too salty. The cream of chicken was salty in itself, and I might have put in too much salt and cheese. Either one but next time I definitely know what to do already. Phew. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved dinner. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3OcMVx6Vbcw/Tq0kw-CQUHI/AAAAAAAAJEc/RfUgzPigHt0/s640/blogger-image-1642916207.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3OcMVx6Vbcw/Tq0kw-CQUHI/AAAAAAAAJEc/RfUgzPigHt0/s640/blogger-image-1642916207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First step: wash and slice up 4 small potatoes, really thin. As thin as you can make them. Then layer them like this, overlapping one another. Add salt and pepper to every layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs didn't like onions so I put in a bit of garlic per layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5D-koiRaUzU/Tq0kvwDb_hI/AAAAAAAAJEU/mso5yTDT0ZY/s640/blogger-image--1189792050.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5D-koiRaUzU/Tq0kvwDb_hI/AAAAAAAAJEU/mso5yTDT0ZY/s640/blogger-image--1189792050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I am only making this for dinner for the two of us, as a main meal, with nothing else, I added 2 hot dogs (also sliced thin). I also added a slice of cheese to this layer because I love cheese. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why its not mentioned in even one single recipe that I've read to add in cheese somewhere in the middle. Its nice. Its awesome, its to die for. Creamy, melted cheese. Cannot skip this step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Kglbg0Hp7PY/Tq0kzTpVLlI/AAAAAAAAJEk/R8RKtUTz0Ko/s640/blogger-image-1068856680.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Kglbg0Hp7PY/Tq0kzTpVLlI/AAAAAAAAJEk/R8RKtUTz0Ko/s640/blogger-image-1068856680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after I added the chicken soup. Hahaa my potatoes, hot dog and cheese are swimming below the soup. So as an afterthought, I added another slice of cheese because I want a brown bubbling top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong! Brown top turned out to be BLACK top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-axsi8Qhgm_k/Tq0k2b6QddI/AAAAAAAAJE0/neeZT_D65Og/s640/blogger-image-1298196260.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-axsi8Qhgm_k/Tq0k2b6QddI/AAAAAAAAJE0/neeZT_D65Og/s640/blogger-image-1298196260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbling away..yumm. Smells heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q26jQbFSGdM/Tq0k1lI93DI/AAAAAAAAJEs/pmjSJrwRxHQ/s640/blogger-image--178395104.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q26jQbFSGdM/Tq0k1lI93DI/AAAAAAAAJEs/pmjSJrwRxHQ/s640/blogger-image--178395104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tadah this is my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;layered potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I used my fancy app to try to save the photo hehee. In real life, it was kinda err dark coloured on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-262YNF1bhrc/Tq0lPWQC7LI/AAAAAAAAJE8/z3dagXPr-R8/s640/blogger-image--1353335259.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-262YNF1bhrc/Tq0lPWQC7LI/AAAAAAAAJE8/z3dagXPr-R8/s640/blogger-image--1353335259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get once you scoop it out. Lousy photo. No need to edit lah. No way to make this look good. But OMG it tastes good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious! Even with my mistakes above, I did it! Layered potatoes! Finally!! I know it doesn't look very appetizing but fuck it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, I really need to stop swearing I know. &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/6937113363140129923-6788700667680072967?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6788700667680072967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=6788700667680072967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6788700667680072967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6788700667680072967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-screw-up-your-husbands-dinner.html' title='How to screw up your husband&apos;s dinner'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LWKJ8VmGP1s/Tq0kujHOV0I/AAAAAAAAJEM/aD2IyurM-bQ/s72-c/blogger-image-1008585141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-9105745035857956076</id><published>2011-10-28T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:05:26.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>Testing 1 2 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tttCNnhFl1U/TqpPxmq3ASI/AAAAAAAAJEE/nybJ3FPkohc/s1600/iphone%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668430794611687714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tttCNnhFl1U/TqpPxmq3ASI/AAAAAAAAJEE/nybJ3FPkohc/s400/iphone%2B038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-9105745035857956076?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9105745035857956076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=9105745035857956076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/9105745035857956076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/9105745035857956076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/testing.html' title='Testing 1 2 3'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tttCNnhFl1U/TqpPxmq3ASI/AAAAAAAAJEE/nybJ3FPkohc/s72-c/iphone%2B038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-5304422731711579742</id><published>2011-10-26T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:06:46.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking attempts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Chicken chop and baked potatoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cs and I just recently bought an oven. Oh dear I forgot the brand name again. Tefal (wait isn't that for pots?), Midea? Yea, think it might be Midea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to celebrate our first inaugural meal from the oven, I made chicken chop and baked potatoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said I made chicken chop, what I mean is Cs pestered me day and night begging me to make him chicken chop!! =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was happily flipping through recipe books, searching recipes online for something that rocks my boat, and whenever I asked Cs for an opinion, all he could come up with was: chicken chop! (with a lot of crispy chicken skin on top) Men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I did lah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Sr6UpxQHzWQ/Tqe0iNWSu0I/AAAAAAAAJCw/rDXVIctYe7Y/s640/blogger-image--343047169.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Sr6UpxQHzWQ/Tqe0iNWSu0I/AAAAAAAAJCw/rDXVIctYe7Y/s640/blogger-image--343047169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home made chicken chop with baked potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe I know its easy to make bla bla bla, but if you knew me, you would know that I don't cook much. So this is not bad! Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;The recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I actually went to Google it and read through various sources and different types of oven baked chicken before I made it. To this end (and I mean when cooking only), I am meticulous like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Nifer once told me before that I am fierce in the kitchen, and would scold people if they don't do things my way, because I have to follow the recipe step by step. (Haha sorry Nifer!!) Its actually very true. I scold Cs if he tries to mess up in my kitchen! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this version, I used boneless chicken thigh. Defrost the meat beforehand. I took them out of the freezer the night before and left them in the fridge. The next day, I wash them and pat them dry with kitchen towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;According to sources on Google, you have to pat the chicken dry, so you get crispy skin when you oven bake them. So yea. Just listen to more knowledgeable people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;After that, rub olive oil, salt and pepper (quite liberal amounts), garlic (chopped) rosemary/thyme/whatever herbs you have on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Then you stick it back in the fridge for a few hours, until you need to bake them before dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;If I remember correctly, I used 180 degrees Celsius for about 15-20 minutes? Just keep an eye on those birds you can't go wrong. When you think they are cooked, turn the fire up to about 200 degrees to brown the skin slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Ooh forgot to mention the potatoes. No brainer lah. Wash, peel, cut and arrange on plate. Stick into oven with the chicken! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;And there you have it. Voila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fgn1Q2g1I6Q/Tqe0lf930FI/AAAAAAAAJC4/5MBbFb4BrRw/s640/blogger-image--1375536449.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fgn1Q2g1I6Q/Tqe0lf930FI/AAAAAAAAJC4/5MBbFb4BrRw/s640/blogger-image--1375536449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smell of the herbs in the oven mmm...delicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crispy chicken skin. Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;" class="separator"&gt;And I also made coleslaw with cherry tomatoes to go with our meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HdL7W3WlZt0/Tqe0gOg55QI/AAAAAAAAJCo/hrQAfJHgDHQ/s640/blogger-image-1204418289.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HdL7W3WlZt0/Tqe0gOg55QI/AAAAAAAAJCo/hrQAfJHgDHQ/s640/blogger-image-1204418289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I made too much coleslaw for the both of us. I always end up eating it for dinner and lunch the next day. And throw the rest down the drain because I can't eat it again for dinner. (Not as wasting as it sounds ok..it was just a few mouthfuls left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Btw, I love these photography apps man. They make my photos look good even though I have no skill. Awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SFTL5DL6lH0/Tqe-63kZzzI/AAAAAAAAJD4/djIH_uuk87U/s640/blogger-image--1022506654.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SFTL5DL6lH0/Tqe-63kZzzI/AAAAAAAAJD4/djIH_uuk87U/s640/blogger-image--1022506654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;And if you think my face looks weird in the photo above, you're right. I used Face Cam to try to make myself look more..er..presentable. But me thinks I overdid it. Now I just look weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Cherrie still looks gorgeous though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ubzvjQPFfGU/Tqe04B3LNYI/AAAAAAAAJDA/STBYEcRe3m0/s640/blogger-image--164197360.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ubzvjQPFfGU/Tqe04B3LNYI/AAAAAAAAJDA/STBYEcRe3m0/s640/blogger-image--164197360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Despite its appearance (dammit should have used some fancy app to save the photo), it actually tastes pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;That, ladies and gents, is a peanut butter salad. Never heard of it? My mum used to make this at home. Cs came over for dinner one night, tried it and loved it. Then, as usual, pestered me to cook it for him. So I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Lemme just take you straight to the ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;- one chicken thigh, cooked and sliced really thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;- one cucumber, peeled, sliced really thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;- 2 tbsp soy sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;- 4 tbsp peanut butter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;- 1 tbsp sesame oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;- 2 tbsp sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;-2 tbsp vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;-2 tbsp "tou ban jiang" (Ok I'm not being very helpful am I? In English, I think its called Salted Soy Beans. I bought the Yeos brand.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both; font-weight: bold;" class="separator"&gt;- 2 to 3 eggs (hard boiled and sliced)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Did I miss anything out? (pauses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;And that's it. Toss everything into a bowl (except eggs) and mix together. Add the eggs in last so you don't mash them too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Oh wait. No. I forgot something. Don't add in all the sauce at one go. It will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO SALTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (like mine is). Add it in slowly. Taste as you go so you know how salty you want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I really don't think I'm being very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rBQRWKG92pk/Tqe07uLg7VI/AAAAAAAAJDQ/SObPfOCF8pM/s640/blogger-image-934066257.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rBQRWKG92pk/Tqe07uLg7VI/AAAAAAAAJDQ/SObPfOCF8pM/s640/blogger-image-934066257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Because it was a tad too salty, we had it with bread (as our dinner), and now, it tastes perfect. Just about. Self praise is no praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know the photo above is a bit unsightly. So, here are some very mouth watering photos for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SvkiRSsIAvw/Tqe1TFcpAaI/AAAAAAAAJDY/f99A9AIyR-A/s640/blogger-image-2078045170.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SvkiRSsIAvw/Tqe1TFcpAaI/AAAAAAAAJDY/f99A9AIyR-A/s640/blogger-image-2078045170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Winnie had this. /drools all over phone keyboard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks friggin yummy! Looks too good to eat!! She had it in Singapore btw. So yea bo kang tao to us people in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tCnaWUKAZt0/Tqe1UkPJHGI/AAAAAAAAJDg/2U_7sx1iG-o/s640/blogger-image-1237781818.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tCnaWUKAZt0/Tqe1UkPJHGI/AAAAAAAAJDg/2U_7sx1iG-o/s640/blogger-image-1237781818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was mum's slice. Still gorgeous but I prefer the strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xI-n3H0W8fQ/Tqe-XkRGcrI/AAAAAAAAJDw/67Ox2aXtsrY/s640/blogger-image-909898236.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xI-n3H0W8fQ/Tqe-XkRGcrI/AAAAAAAAJDw/67Ox2aXtsrY/s640/blogger-image-909898236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one of Cherrie and me before I go. I edited the photo above too with Face Cam. Somehow I look worse. How is this possible? Haih! Fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-5304422731711579742?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5304422731711579742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=5304422731711579742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5304422731711579742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5304422731711579742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/chicken-chop-and-baked-potatoes.html' title='Chicken chop and baked potatoes!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Sr6UpxQHzWQ/Tqe0iNWSu0I/AAAAAAAAJCw/rDXVIctYe7Y/s72-c/blogger-image--343047169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-5112064663076373839</id><published>2011-10-19T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T14:33:32.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>My Wedding: 03.09.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Very picture heavy post of my BIG DAY! 03:09:2011 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/09/03092011-morning-session-at-amy.html"&gt;Refer to Part 1 of my wedding day here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to continue from my previous post, we all left for Cs' house/my new home by about 830am. We were ahead of schedule actually. I estimated one hour for the tea ceremony but all it took was not more than 10 mins and we were done! Very efficient and plenty of time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gVGZWMpOUg/Toxi5IpiO8I/AAAAAAAAIwY/kcvvc26JoG4/s1600/C%2526A0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660007565411630018" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gVGZWMpOUg/Toxi5IpiO8I/AAAAAAAAIwY/kcvvc26JoG4/s400/C%2526A0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at cs' place, someone had to let off the fireworks. That someone in this case is Jerrick, who is also the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jerrick was definitely working overtime on our wedding. Haha. He was at my house at 4am in the morning and during the dinner at night, I see him walking around with his camera, hardly eating anything. :) Thanks again ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JS_UdYp1MGY/ToxkJIkXcYI/AAAAAAAAIwo/9C-0C6j_gdg/s1600/C%2526A0367_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660008939779486082" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JS_UdYp1MGY/ToxkJIkXcYI/AAAAAAAAIwo/9C-0C6j_gdg/s400/C%2526A0367_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerrick aka brother in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone reading this likes my wedding photos you see here on my blog or on my Facebook, both on my wedding day and my pre-wedding photos, feel free to engage Jerrick for his photography services. Contact me! Or him: &lt;a href="http://www.jerrickstudio.com/"&gt;Jerrick Studio&lt;/a&gt;. Here, his &lt;a href="http://www.jerrickstudio.com/index2.php#/contact/"&gt;contact page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerrick doesn't need the advertising really. He is so busy flying here and there taking photos. So if you really want to book him, call in advance! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4jPtpbmuLM/ToxjTrKhqvI/AAAAAAAAIwg/vaPT_Tqg92g/s1600/C%2526A0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660008021353409266" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4jPtpbmuLM/ToxjTrKhqvI/AAAAAAAAIwg/vaPT_Tqg92g/s400/C%2526A0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the car ride from my place to Cs' place, Jerrick and Paul were trying to take shots of us in the car, and then they had to race ahead of us to be able to take shots of the car arriving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time, Jerrick had to light the fireworks with a heavy Nikon in hand.. Just writing it out seems tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(Paul is the other photographer. Some of his photos are also in this post. But, I don't have any way to contact him. Ask Jerrick if you're interested! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived at our home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qbWcZSzkEI/Toxl0-NK3DI/AAAAAAAAIww/qJOkRQmSBb4/s1600/C%2526A0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660010792423709746" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qbWcZSzkEI/Toxl0-NK3DI/AAAAAAAAIww/qJOkRQmSBb4/s400/C%2526A0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walked up two flights of stairs to our room. The photo above is by Jerrick, the one below is by Paul. So hard to choose photos lah from two different albums. Hundreds of photos to shift through and pick out. I shall try my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uso5KyQXkw8/TpwXLGJSJMI/AAAAAAAAIz4/fBCjP0vgCdc/s1600/AmySeng_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664427910720791746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uso5KyQXkw8/TpwXLGJSJMI/AAAAAAAAIz4/fBCjP0vgCdc/s400/AmySeng_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put down the luggage, take some more photos and feed each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPjZ6ooNVaI/ToxmGnHtIpI/AAAAAAAAIw4/3cvYgArA03w/s1600/C%2526A0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660011095464419986" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPjZ6ooNVaI/ToxmGnHtIpI/AAAAAAAAIw4/3cvYgArA03w/s400/C%2526A0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know what it was that we ate. I know that its sweet and I assume that it means/symbolizes that our marriage will be sweet too. I think.. Well actually Cs says so. If wrong, blame him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwK4zQb69Ic/Toxm7ix_qCI/AAAAAAAAIxA/PcHXfGbjzpk/s1600/C%2526A0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660012004832684066" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwK4zQb69Ic/Toxm7ix_qCI/AAAAAAAAIxA/PcHXfGbjzpk/s400/C%2526A0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice my canopy bed. I was actually quite paiseh (embarrassed) and asked cs to take it down the night before our wedding but he either was too lazy/can't be bothered to humor me anymore or he thought it looked good what, cos he didn't take it down. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is the tea ceremony for Cs' side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjLAICmGzN4/Toxnusf9j3I/AAAAAAAAIxI/ENmhk99HOrM/s1600/AmySeng_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660012883614732146" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjLAICmGzN4/Toxnusf9j3I/AAAAAAAAIxI/ENmhk99HOrM/s400/AmySeng_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea ceremony was done with very fast as well. We estimated too much time in between. So, without further ado, we all left to the hotel by about 10am for the church ceremony. Or earlier, I don't really remember by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Po4r4dkavg0/ToxpPCjIcvI/AAAAAAAAIxQ/GwFP7VthZR4/s1600/C%2526A0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660014538801050354" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Po4r4dkavg0/ToxpPCjIcvI/AAAAAAAAIxQ/GwFP7VthZR4/s400/C%2526A0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySBn5MwoWwE/TmuHP_sHHlI/AAAAAAAAIqw/0k_MXqfiqT0/s1600/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650758866330656338" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySBn5MwoWwE/TmuHP_sHHlI/AAAAAAAAIqw/0k_MXqfiqT0/s400/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our names on the screen! Feels surreal somehow looking at that tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to use the same ballroom for our church ceremony and for the dinner reception at night to save costs. This way the florist don't have to move the flowers here and there and charge us extra, and we don't have to look elsewhere for the sound system, microphone and projectors etc cos they are provided by the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aW5mkn5hb0g/To2b-INse1I/AAAAAAAAIxc/jlfvjZDmBZ4/s1600/AmySeng_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660351798333700946" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aW5mkn5hb0g/To2b-INse1I/AAAAAAAAIxc/jlfvjZDmBZ4/s400/AmySeng_0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the 3rd floor corridor..The lifts/elevator (which is correct?) at the hotel were under repair that day. OMG. Horror upon horrors. There were only 2 working lifts (if I remember correctly), and people had to wait for quite some time for the lift to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were afraid that guests would be late for the dinner, but surprisingly almost all guests arrived by about 7:15pm. Very punctual people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLIpPSFHPXA/To2cciYg0OI/AAAAAAAAIxk/Rk1JJtYXz5o/s1600/C%2526A0395_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660352320754471138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLIpPSFHPXA/To2cciYg0OI/AAAAAAAAIxk/Rk1JJtYXz5o/s400/C%2526A0395_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ8PbEe8fEU/To2gzK2nRhI/AAAAAAAAIx0/XVwfr4ktaxc/s1600/C%2526A0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660357107621774866" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ8PbEe8fEU/To2gzK2nRhI/AAAAAAAAIx0/XVwfr4ktaxc/s400/C%2526A0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing under the pretty arch. I like the arch; its pretty, feminine  and sweet. The florist did a good job. On this arch and flower stands,  but not on the main table deco. Or maybe I didn't estimate properly. I  should have asked for a bigger flower deco for the main table but oh  well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last thing on my mind on the day itself. Flowers bah overrated! :) hahaha easy for me to say now that its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRSAjMGBONU/TpwYPK6jO4I/AAAAAAAAI0E/4xqmQ_HCJnM/s1600/C%2526A0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664429080232278914" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRSAjMGBONU/TpwYPK6jO4I/AAAAAAAAI0E/4xqmQ_HCJnM/s400/C%2526A0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FP6HtphOLtU/To2e-PG8W9I/AAAAAAAAIxs/Q_SEriQHA-Q/s1600/C%2526A0400_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660355098719312850" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FP6HtphOLtU/To2e-PG8W9I/AAAAAAAAIxs/Q_SEriQHA-Q/s400/C%2526A0400_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pretty cupcakes were from Jerrick and Priscilla. Apparently they are quite pricey heh heh cos Jerrick was urging me to ask my friends to eat the cakes and to not forget to bring the cakes home afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERaSUbfCk3I/TpwY2nnNm7I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/A0WKKyylBuE/s1600/C%2526A0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664429757950696370" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERaSUbfCk3I/TpwY2nnNm7I/AAAAAAAAI0Q/A0WKKyylBuE/s400/C%2526A0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The edible bride and groom on top. The inside is chocolate cake. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5mshGMbYHc/TpwZX75VYOI/AAAAAAAAI0c/OYfwC4qW0GA/s1600/C%2526A0423_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664430330331095266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s5mshGMbYHc/TpwZX75VYOI/AAAAAAAAI0c/OYfwC4qW0GA/s400/C%2526A0423_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I during the march in. I mentioned about the march in already actually in a previous blog post.&lt;a href="http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-10-03T16%3A21%3A00%2B08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=5"&gt; Click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I am nice, I shall copy it out here again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought I would be shy/awkward to walk arm in arm with dad. That either one of us would be shy, but surprisingly we both were actually giggling together at the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had to estimate how long the march in song was (less than 2 mins), and I kept reminding dad not to walk too fast in. He laughed with me, saying that he has never walked this slow before in his whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, in case you were wondering why dad and I were laughing throughout the walk in. We were talking about our steps. At some point, I was worried that we were walking too slowly and that the song might finish halfway before I arrived, so I asked dad to walk faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He laughed again, saying are u sure? You told me to walk slowly. By the time we reached Cs, dad was laughing and telling Cs: she keep telling me to walk slow, then fast, then slow again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJcl3SHX_s0/TpwuzK5amoI/AAAAAAAAI0o/Bth7aJXacQw/s1600/C%2526A0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664453887958620802" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJcl3SHX_s0/TpwuzK5amoI/AAAAAAAAI0o/Bth7aJXacQw/s400/C%2526A0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, I was nervous what. People staring! Have to remember to keep smiling. Try not to step on own dress and trip. What if the song ends before I reach Cs? How?? So I ended up making dad nervous too. Hahaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTT5O1E1Peg/Tpwxomj1H6I/AAAAAAAAI1A/g-eq7FZCdtQ/s1600/C%2526A0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664457004940599202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTT5O1E1Peg/Tpwxomj1H6I/AAAAAAAAI1A/g-eq7FZCdtQ/s400/C%2526A0450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie reading out a short speech from 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs, Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth, It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only told Winnie that she had to read something out that morning of. So she was quite unprepared. If I remember correctly, after reading, Winnie did a sort of grunt and slight nod then walked off the stage to much laughter from most of us. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aktmz4kidm8/Tpwy7PUqSPI/AAAAAAAAI1Q/9TpsiJSx62M/s1600/AmySeng_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664458424632101106" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aktmz4kidm8/Tpwy7PUqSPI/AAAAAAAAI1Q/9TpsiJSx62M/s400/AmySeng_0822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum looks really cute and young in her white headband and dress. Dad looks..proper; actually he looks proper in all the day time photos. At night, he just looks happy..very happy and drunk..By the end of the night, he had a trail of people shadowing him wherever he walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously. Mostly it was Kevin and Winnie or one or two of his friends following closely behind dad while he goes from table to table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had people coming up to me saying: your daddy is drunk already. Don't let him drink anymore. Watch over him etc etc. LOL. It was good fun though cos dad is just very happy after alcohol. Smiling, joking, dancing, so its all good! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5NUnREE5_pA/Tpw-Is6aEBI/AAAAAAAAI1k/RYSvPetH9w4/s1600/C%2526A0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664470750541254674" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5NUnREE5_pA/Tpw-Is6aEBI/AAAAAAAAI1k/RYSvPetH9w4/s400/C%2526A0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuan How and Xiao Wei taking the blessing ceremony very seriously! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvylTUYDH3A/TpxA6LUmcKI/AAAAAAAAI2I/DmvJpFGbIzw/s1600/AmySeng_0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664473799541026978" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lvylTUYDH3A/TpxA6LUmcKI/AAAAAAAAI2I/DmvJpFGbIzw/s400/AmySeng_0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs saying I DO! Pastor Jerry looks very happy here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Btw somewhere during the vows, Cs said &lt;strong&gt;ANNIE &lt;/strong&gt;instead of &lt;strong&gt;AMY&lt;/strong&gt;. Did anyone notice? I sure did! He also realized his mistake!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I TSKED him while he laughed and turned red. You could hear him in the video (if you listen closely)!! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhkbjhCXeLE/TpxAVWTU12I/AAAAAAAAI18/eBXsCDoFymU/s1600/AmySeng_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664473166833309538" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhkbjhCXeLE/TpxAVWTU12I/AAAAAAAAI18/eBXsCDoFymU/s400/AmySeng_0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying our vows and exchanging rings, the ceremony was done and over already. It was over quite quickly. About 40 mins tops. Or maybe less than that..don't really remember by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf6JUqvLodg/Tpw_DVbFIPI/AAAAAAAAI1w/ndSzTvfeDlw/s1600/C%2526A0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664471757848125682" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf6JUqvLodg/Tpw_DVbFIPI/AAAAAAAAI1w/ndSzTvfeDlw/s400/C%2526A0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confetti!! This was arranged quite last minute as well. I think Winnie brought them from home, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A94VrsCuZjQ/TpxBolP7r-I/AAAAAAAAI2U/8OE3uizrTcA/s1600/AmySeng_0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664474596774752226" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A94VrsCuZjQ/TpxBolP7r-I/AAAAAAAAI2U/8OE3uizrTcA/s400/AmySeng_0912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally its time for lunch! Quite hungry by then already. Nice feeling being at the VIP table. For the whole day, I was being pampered heheh. People taking food for me, no need to wait in the queue. Ahh../contented sigh! I could get used to this. haha ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEuA1-BR94U/TpxC7gZNktI/AAAAAAAAI2g/PwrLrxVfoTk/s1600/C%2526A0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664476021400638162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEuA1-BR94U/TpxC7gZNktI/AAAAAAAAI2g/PwrLrxVfoTk/s400/C%2526A0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we went to the 4th floor/pool side for the bouquet toss. Most of the girls were mostly too shy/paise to catch the bouquet, so their other halves represented them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ7kP7E6p6M/TpxD7KolrQI/AAAAAAAAI2s/rfnjCi19Qhc/s1600/C%2526A0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664477115071180034" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ7kP7E6p6M/TpxD7KolrQI/AAAAAAAAI2s/rfnjCi19Qhc/s400/C%2526A0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kheng and Ai Hui caught it! Technically Kheng did. I really think that the next wedding would be theirs, among this group of friends I mean. The more likely ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9f5OOAtSsg/TpxEqsHB7sI/AAAAAAAAI24/KCPgKnABfL8/s1600/C%2526A0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664477931511082690" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9f5OOAtSsg/TpxEqsHB7sI/AAAAAAAAI24/KCPgKnABfL8/s400/C%2526A0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is from the night session. Phew such a long post. As you can probably tell, it took me a really looong time to shift through all photos to select the more flattering ones, upload all photos and write everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For future brides and grooms, it is very important to remember to eat something before the dinner itself, because you most likely won't have a chance to later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the dinner, Cs went to tapau KFC at about 4pm. I was still getting hair and make up done. So I had some nuggets when I went back to the hotel, and Cs had a colonel burger. My family also went to tapau KFC. According to dad, the colonel burger he had saved him from getting drunk much earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain. I hardly see my dad at the main table. During the first dish, the cold dish appetizers, dad was at the table, he ate a few bites, refilled his whiskey glass and from then on was busy mingling with his friends. He didn't get to eat any of the other dishes at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just my dad. Cs' dad as well. Both of them were not at the VIP table, but were walking about the whole night. No chance to eat at all, and already being asked to drink alcohol. =.= Busy men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP1lrzO7c7o/Tp14nJhWMeI/AAAAAAAAI3Q/Bh09JiLGLgA/s1600/AmySeng_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664816520267968994" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP1lrzO7c7o/Tp14nJhWMeI/AAAAAAAAI3Q/Bh09JiLGLgA/s400/AmySeng_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests arrival. That's my aunt standing beside my mum, if you were wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7KWuK7VWBc/Tp15iGGRUxI/AAAAAAAAI3c/MEW_2g2MP8k/s1600/AmySeng_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664817532961379090" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7KWuK7VWBc/Tp15iGGRUxI/AAAAAAAAI3c/MEW_2g2MP8k/s400/AmySeng_1026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote some parts of this post weeks ago, when this was still fresh on my mind, and I don't want to delete them. But at the same time, I don't really know how to organize the photos with snippets of random information here and there. Haihh so be it lah. I'll try to make sense out of all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excerpt below for example was written weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't kidding when I said that I was so nervous I forgot things. I overlooked things. Normally when I'm myself, I would have noticed that mum wore a white headband (she never does wear one out in public) for the church ceremony, and that Rita had on make up at night (she looked awesome btw!), and what type of dress or what color dresses my friends were wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, I didn't notice anything like that at all. Only when I looked back at photos that other people took did I realize this. Not just me. Cs too. Hmmm..obviously we were more stressed out than we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkNyeQTv5jM/Tp2kHfa792I/AAAAAAAAJCU/5DLDhrlgKWQ/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664864354902472546" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkNyeQTv5jM/Tp2kHfa792I/AAAAAAAAJCU/5DLDhrlgKWQ/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita and Kah Yee with make up. Gorgeous! And shocking cos Rita never does dress up. So touched that she made an effort for my wedding. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the dinner, I was upstairs in the hotel room, waiting for time to pass (between panic attacks, blogging and Facebook), while Cs, his family, and my family were working overtime downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9GYnm28zcY/Tp16zIxYdCI/AAAAAAAAI3o/rZL1TuFpij0/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664818925248476194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g9GYnm28zcY/Tp16zIxYdCI/AAAAAAAAI3o/rZL1TuFpij0/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I was doing in the hotel room alone upstairs. Between typing on my blog, answering Facebook comments, and panic attacks, I was taking photos of myself. Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Actually I don't really like the make up, or maybe I'm just not used to seeing myself like this. Ahh duno lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZCSDt6oSy4/Tp18_Yvp1YI/AAAAAAAAI30/EWRx500g6iw/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664821334717879682" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZCSDt6oSy4/Tp18_Yvp1YI/AAAAAAAAI30/EWRx500g6iw/s400/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night and over the next few days when we finally had a chance to talk, I found out that our group of friends were all at the registration table (instead of my family members). This was quite unarranged. Winnie was supposed to be at that table (or so I thought), and I thought that Cs' sister would be there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjVR-Wu_AYE/Tp14C0aa7NI/AAAAAAAAI3E/eNRiuehonz0/s1600/AmySeng_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664815896126483666" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjVR-Wu_AYE/Tp14C0aa7NI/AAAAAAAAI3E/eNRiuehonz0/s400/AmySeng_1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends at the registration tables. Thank you to all of you for all your help that day!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things really don't go according to plan. There were a million and one things to worry about by then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could have foreseen that the lifts at the hotel to be all under repair, resulting in only two working lifts on the day of our wedding. Construction work was being carried out at the hotel. As such, when guests arrived on the 3rd floor, the lift was always full. So guests arrive in big groups at once. Which kept everyone busy on the 3rd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had totally no idea. I was getting quite agitated and bored alone upstairs. I could tell of course, when Cs called me, he sounded so stressed..he had no idea what he was saying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBdi3aMDc7Y/Tp1_lLGyGhI/AAAAAAAAI4M/HcEllnNozMU/s1600/AmySeng_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664824182915078674" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBdi3aMDc7Y/Tp1_lLGyGhI/AAAAAAAAI4M/HcEllnNozMU/s400/AmySeng_1083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs brought me down at about 720pm. Getting ready for the main entrance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a cartoon animation video on the night itself too. From xbugs animation. We found them through Facebook. Honestly speaking, it was a risk in itself. We don't know who the sellers/makers are, we have no idea where they are from, and had no recommendations from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did anyway. We paid the money in advance, and gave him instructions on how exactly we wanted the video to turn out. To do this, we had to prepare a story line, prepare songs that would suit the theme, and provide photos of ourselves so they could draw a similar cartoon photo of us. It wasn't easy; credits go to Cs for this definitely. He was the one coordinating with the sellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to send the DVD to us a week before our wedding. We wanted them to send it much earlier, but it was Hari Raya holidays (post delayed). It was delayed day after day. Either there is some mistake on the sellers part, or they lied to us? More likely lied lah! Fuck it!By the night before our wedding, they promised to upload it on Youtube and we could download it onto our own computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course we would be compromising on quality. Not exactly what we paid for. But we still have not received anything from him yet. By the night before, Cs was already stressed out with other things to do, what more to say this. So he enlisted Chuan How (best buddy) to help him out. To wait for that darn email. Still nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only duing the day of our wedding, about 5pm did we receive the video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello?! Right before the dinner reception! Stress much??! Damn irresponsible leh! Fucking stressed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuan How was the one who downloaded it at home, burned into DVD, and rushed it to the hotel for us. At our hotel room, we realized that they messed up the ending for us. It wasn't what we had asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Cs and CH had to edit and insert the song at the ending by about 53o - 6pm. Phew. Kan cheong max! They finished editing the video by about 6pm (so late - guests started to arrive by 630pm!), and Cs had plenty of instructions for the MC, the band, bills to pay and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for this video below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tgtweh0lSGQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please watch and enjoy our love story! :) Alot of work went into this..Cs did really direct almost everything. The script he wrote out was about 4 pages long complete with photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cartoon animation video wasn't our only video that night. For some reason, we seem to have quite a lot of programs lined up for the night. Cs and I were afraid our guests would fall asleep haha! Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630 - 730pm: Guests arrival. Pre wedding slideshow from Hollywood bridal and childhood photos slideshow (made by Jerrick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gRScK7rRONE/Tp2AG9F45SI/AAAAAAAAI4Y/BJARariDDvc/s1600/AmySeng_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664824763268785442" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gRScK7rRONE/Tp2AG9F45SI/AAAAAAAAI4Y/BJARariDDvc/s400/AmySeng_1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my job. Getting ready before our entrance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730pm: Live band singing during bride and groom's first entrance. Song chosen - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;From this moment on by Shania Twain.&lt;/span&gt; Sang by: Mary Swyny (my friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6j3oyrSxYo/Tp2GKpWd66I/AAAAAAAAI6Q/NSAbcRFQdig/s1600/AmySeng_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664831423758855074" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6j3oyrSxYo/Tp2GKpWd66I/AAAAAAAAI6Q/NSAbcRFQdig/s400/AmySeng_1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's awesome btw! Anyone need her number, ask me!! I also have praises for the band and the MC. We did the right thing in choosing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We chose six friends, all dressed in black, to walk in front of us holding candles, and then to line by the side, before our first walk in). Photos shall do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XgyWAIYs54/Tp1-6YBKFWI/AAAAAAAAI4A/AhDOFfeMzwM/s1600/AmySeng_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664823447646770530" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XgyWAIYs54/Tp1-6YBKFWI/AAAAAAAAI4A/AhDOFfeMzwM/s400/AmySeng_1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed in black! Haha very nervous group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1flEFBpVfY/Tp2A2rYFjtI/AAAAAAAAI4k/hm-wHsE7qo0/s1600/AmySeng_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664825583146995410" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1flEFBpVfY/Tp2A2rYFjtI/AAAAAAAAI4k/hm-wHsE7qo0/s400/AmySeng_1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone damn nervous by then.. nobody smiling or looking at the cameras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I shall forgo the timeline here now because it turned out to be quite useless. You can't predict the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can estimate what/when to do things according to when the dishes come out. This is how they coordinate. They here refers to the MC, band, videographer, and waiters.&lt;br /&gt;They each get a list of our program, so they know when to do what exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzCusjcScP0/Tp2Bep3OZtI/AAAAAAAAI4w/SZWNYF4BlbY/s1600/AmySeng_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664826269935494866" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xzCusjcScP0/Tp2Bep3OZtI/AAAAAAAAI4w/SZWNYF4BlbY/s400/AmySeng_1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXBXCsjNqLY/Tp2B6Relm9I/AAAAAAAAI48/TIPnymu90WM/s1600/AmySeng_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664826744426044370" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXBXCsjNqLY/Tp2B6Relm9I/AAAAAAAAI48/TIPnymu90WM/s400/AmySeng_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I have huge praises for the service staff at Riverside Majestic on that night. Particularly for Johan! That guy is wonderful! So helpful, and so polite. All the time. All smiles, and he even reminded me to collect my stuff before I left the ballroom at about 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, I forgot everything already. He tapau-ed the leftover food for me (without me asking him to), showed me where the gifts were, and reminded me to collect the laptop (how could I forget this?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tiTV8BOw1w/Tp2DKTE67EI/AAAAAAAAI5U/E9LPX1MWGo4/s1600/C%2526A0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664828119244794946" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tiTV8BOw1w/Tp2DKTE67EI/AAAAAAAAI5U/E9LPX1MWGo4/s400/C%2526A0647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a bottle of water, and he gave me half a box. As in about 20 bottles inside. I asked for some flowers, he found a huge bouquet for me. Ask him anything, and he would do it willingly/come running to you (literally), with a smile on his face. Very helpful guy. I'm so thankful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsPCOabb2Cw/Tp2CX76C_cI/AAAAAAAAI5I/LspW6xf556Y/s1600/AmySeng_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664827254031711682" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsPCOabb2Cw/Tp2CX76C_cI/AAAAAAAAI5I/LspW6xf556Y/s400/AmySeng_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I only come down when all the guests have arrived, I get the full impact at one go. (I don't know if this is a good thing or not!) As I sit down in my seat, I felt almost in awe. I was so pampered. The staff pulled out my chair for me every time I stand or sit, I get served first even at the VIP table, before Cs. Before any of the elders. Hmm..I could get used to this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5wV3Jjlzts/Tp2DwaNLwaI/AAAAAAAAI5g/_Y2OnUExsXI/s1600/C%2526A0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664828773993529762" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5wV3Jjlzts/Tp2DwaNLwaI/AAAAAAAAI5g/_Y2OnUExsXI/s400/C%2526A0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk up to stage straightaway for the lighting of the unity candle. It symbolizes the union of two individuals becoming one in commitment and love. Something like that anyway..or two families into one. Either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, I hardly noticed what I was eating. I was staring around (with a smile pasted on my face), wondering why is no one eating yet, when I realized ohh...no one has been served yet. Its just me. =.= dummy. I get special treatment for this one day! :D For being the bride, every eye is on me. When I turn, Jerrick or the videographer is pointing the camera at me. /pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvtFsyge8OY/Tp2EeVma1wI/AAAAAAAAI5s/Xwb7L5xIjZk/s1600/C%2526A0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664829563031181058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvtFsyge8OY/Tp2EeVma1wI/AAAAAAAAI5s/Xwb7L5xIjZk/s400/C%2526A0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmHffG0RdTI/Tp2FTscnjpI/AAAAAAAAI54/9EQIvi6uVFI/s1600/AmySeng_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664830479697153682" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MmHffG0RdTI/Tp2FTscnjpI/AAAAAAAAI54/9EQIvi6uVFI/s400/AmySeng_1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum looking gorgeous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_bBU64MU3zQ/Tp2j25XSXVI/AAAAAAAAJCI/FcqMMCw9M70/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664864069808708946" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_bBU64MU3zQ/Tp2j25XSXVI/AAAAAAAAJCI/FcqMMCw9M70/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding favors. Did anyone keep this? Can someone give me? Cs and I totally forgot to keep one for ourselves. I didn't even open it! Didn't get to see/eat the sweets at all~! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arranged to have the wedding animation video starting during the third dish. So Winnie, Cs and I went out to change when the 3rd dish arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs and I were supposed to have our second walk in after the animation video ended, but no one informed us that the video was playing, or that it was about to end. So we were standing outside the hall waiting..waiting..and ahhh just walk in then lah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a little late walking in btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it doesn't matter. I don't care about little blips like that. Even if people remember that, so what? Its okay. You can't plan everything after all. I care about the guy I'm holding on to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8pSP0LMpHA/Tp2IIr48sJI/AAAAAAAAI60/oHWImtdu_fE/s1600/C%2526A0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664833589103866002" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8pSP0LMpHA/Tp2IIr48sJI/AAAAAAAAI60/oHWImtdu_fE/s400/C%2526A0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time they left the light on. T____T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;To scare the hell out of me. But you can't tell can you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating so fast, I didn't know where to look or at who. But I kept smiling and waving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This time, we walked up to the stage for the cake cutting ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJks6BYG5gY/Tp2Hq3NyLFI/AAAAAAAAI6o/McTmh_7XY7E/s1600/AmySeng_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664833076747971666" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJks6BYG5gY/Tp2Hq3NyLFI/AAAAAAAAI6o/McTmh_7XY7E/s400/AmySeng_1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh..that is Johan below. Standing beside us! Johan, the very helpful guy at Riverside Majestic Hotel! I forgot to collect the vase that night. Flower vase. The florist told me to remember to return it to her. I forgot. =.= what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called Riverside, and Johan told me he kept it for me!! /weeps tears of joy! Thank you Johan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9Pp4tQMgJ4/Tp2JLArz17I/AAAAAAAAI7A/DaJ7Xegqzio/s1600/C%2526A0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664834728557270962" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B9Pp4tQMgJ4/Tp2JLArz17I/AAAAAAAAI7A/DaJ7Xegqzio/s400/C%2526A0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pop open the champagne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4BgnO3SMN0/Tp2JdhdjUbI/AAAAAAAAI7M/B8udgNbIV1o/s1600/C%2526A0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664835046593483186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4BgnO3SMN0/Tp2JdhdjUbI/AAAAAAAAI7M/B8udgNbIV1o/s400/C%2526A0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzoMkxUCO7s/Tp2KJXKd5vI/AAAAAAAAI7Y/R2BSw2eXlyI/s1600/C%2526A0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664835799743325938" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzoMkxUCO7s/Tp2KJXKd5vI/AAAAAAAAI7Y/R2BSw2eXlyI/s400/C%2526A0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby..I recognize his expression as "very nervous". He took quite a while to pop the champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-aaQlYQDO4/Tp2KY0-c_EI/AAAAAAAAI7k/k-fxQaLoAc4/s1600/C%2526A0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664836065444035650" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-aaQlYQDO4/Tp2KY0-c_EI/AAAAAAAAI7k/k-fxQaLoAc4/s400/C%2526A0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqnEfP2YCsg/Tp2LMpFpBZI/AAAAAAAAI7w/6KQo8kf2H3E/s1600/C%2526A0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664836955606156690" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqnEfP2YCsg/Tp2LMpFpBZI/AAAAAAAAI7w/6KQo8kf2H3E/s400/C%2526A0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it finally opened, there was no pop. None at all. Instead, it was very anti-climatic. The cork fell to the ground with no sound at all. Cheap champagne no doubt! Hahah no lah. I have no idea. They were complimentary from the hotel. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNz4n0eg8KU/Tp2F0njeW4I/AAAAAAAAI6E/YheyLsxF4WQ/s1600/AmySeng_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664831045319416706" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNz4n0eg8KU/Tp2F0njeW4I/AAAAAAAAI6E/YheyLsxF4WQ/s400/AmySeng_1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our MC for the night. William Tong. He's really good. English and Mandarin no prob, and he sings too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the MC invited both sets of parents up on stage. Actually, we planned for both sides of the family to come up onstage, but it seems like we forgot to mention this to the MC or the hotel staff. Oh well. Its okay. If anything, I think my brother and sister prefer it this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TmJOaLfQeE4/Tp2L-zjPbzI/AAAAAAAAI78/L12ejqlixZ8/s1600/C%2526A0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664837817408122674" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TmJOaLfQeE4/Tp2L-zjPbzI/AAAAAAAAI78/L12ejqlixZ8/s400/C%2526A0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdX_gMXDIEc/Tp2MralYZVI/AAAAAAAAI8I/ySF_xcTIL5I/s1600/C%2526A0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664838583800325458" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdX_gMXDIEc/Tp2MralYZVI/AAAAAAAAI8I/ySF_xcTIL5I/s400/C%2526A0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamm seeengggg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the toasts, I start drinking (slowly). Up on stage, I asked my mum how much had my dad had to drink already? Hahaa its obvious he had quite a lot already. Poor daddy - his friends kept refilling his glasses, and insisting he join them in for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8m6JpdUsDCM/Tp2OuEaWT1I/AAAAAAAAI8s/XsiX6mnpgu0/s1600/AmySeng_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664840828411334482" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8m6JpdUsDCM/Tp2OuEaWT1I/AAAAAAAAI8s/XsiX6mnpgu0/s400/AmySeng_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is drinking Macallan - the red bottle 12 years one. Dad bought three boxes of whiskey for the night itself. Heh. Inherited, I tell you. I don't remember how many bottles are there in a box. 12? 24?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oW-7jRHY3sk/Tp2PW2YGh8I/AAAAAAAAI84/jFGMZCkVHBc/s1600/AmySeng_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664841529018451906" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oW-7jRHY3sk/Tp2PW2YGh8I/AAAAAAAAI84/jFGMZCkVHBc/s400/AmySeng_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I are secretly exchanging glasses here. Hehehe..caught on camera! Everyone else were busy shouting YAM SENG, when dad suddenly pushed his glass into my hand and took my glass away. His friends were kept asking him to down one glass after another. Some more the whiskey was so thick, quite impossible to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad exchanged his glass for mine, that means I was stuck with dad's glass. It was so thick, it looked like chinese tea. -___- I had to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlDTEhU8s5w/Tp2OAwXKGNI/AAAAAAAAI8g/gY_PwBQB7gc/s1600/C%2526A0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664840049935128786" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlDTEhU8s5w/Tp2OAwXKGNI/AAAAAAAAI8g/gY_PwBQB7gc/s400/C%2526A0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs' dad is also busy entertaining friends and drinking quite a lot that night. Both dads busy working it and busy drinking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OStpZdZCdQ/Tp2RYn2TiJI/AAAAAAAAI9c/eZAtmrA4SMQ/s1600/AmySeng_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664843758501595282" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OStpZdZCdQ/Tp2RYn2TiJI/AAAAAAAAI9c/eZAtmrA4SMQ/s400/AmySeng_1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid shot of mum and Winnie. Mum looks hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the toasts, Cs and I start making rounds to certain tables. I say certain tables, because there is no way we could finish circulating each and every table. Not only do we not know everyone present, but if we spend a minute on one table, it would take us an hour at least to make the entire round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Not to mention, we would end up drunk as skunks by the 10th table, if they had forced us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WD8YqHV01xw/Tp2R9L3_fTI/AAAAAAAAI9o/ynC-kxHsY3Q/s1600/AmySeng_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664844386647637298" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WD8YqHV01xw/Tp2R9L3_fTI/AAAAAAAAI9o/ynC-kxHsY3Q/s400/AmySeng_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Winnie's table! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-nI1R-wDeI/Tp2TBlTtKFI/AAAAAAAAI90/9yooU4oCB9Q/s1600/AmySeng_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664845561705867346" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-nI1R-wDeI/Tp2TBlTtKFI/AAAAAAAAI90/9yooU4oCB9Q/s400/AmySeng_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The heng dai and chi mui's table, also one of the happiest table that night! Hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAbZF4JwRJ8/Tp2USLUv4_I/AAAAAAAAI-M/r0n-1Wjaymw/s1600/AmySeng_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664846946300322802" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAbZF4JwRJ8/Tp2USLUv4_I/AAAAAAAAI-M/r0n-1Wjaymw/s400/AmySeng_1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Nbs5JN3q-4/Tp2TijQkEWI/AAAAAAAAI-A/ueglyp3i5mg/s1600/AmySeng_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664846128091500898" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Nbs5JN3q-4/Tp2TijQkEWI/AAAAAAAAI-A/ueglyp3i5mg/s400/AmySeng_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second group of heng dai and chi mui's. It was really too bad that they left so early that night. T__T Should have spent more time with everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, everyone wants to yam sengggg again! And every table wants to be the loudest! :) I'm not complaining. Its all good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y91khWRR2O4/Tp2Vl0pM5FI/AAAAAAAAI-k/bvYTiM05A0U/s1600/AmySeng_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664848383321105490" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y91khWRR2O4/Tp2Vl0pM5FI/AAAAAAAAI-k/bvYTiM05A0U/s400/AmySeng_1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere throughout the night, we played the video montage from the morning session at my house, and from the church session (exchanging of vows). Our friends also created a video for us. It is a compilation of short clips they made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2yX0_DkcjAk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please finish watching!! I particularly liked the video by Alvin and Wee Lee (very funny), and the last video. How much time and effort did they take to do this man?! Awesome! Very very touched (even though technically its for Cs) /in tears T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm sharing, this is the pre wedding video made by Jerrick. He directed and shot all the photos below, and then created this slideshow for us. Touched too. T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GtS0UHa4IIk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the photos taken at the beach mostly..it was more natural, more relaxed, more us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played the pre wedding photos by Jerrick sometime during dinner, when the band was taking a break. They need to rest too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYjWGhNTgQU/Tp2WRtz_UXI/AAAAAAAAI-w/GceUxmHRfFQ/s1600/AmySeng_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664849137401549170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYjWGhNTgQU/Tp2WRtz_UXI/AAAAAAAAI-w/GceUxmHRfFQ/s400/AmySeng_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night passed by so fast. Stopped by our friends' tables to chat, take photos, and yamm seng, and before you know it, it was time for dessert. We chose apple tart for dessert. Seemed like the right choice because we received a lot of compliments for this one. But I can't seem to find a photo for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yKc2lJc0Iw/Tp2P9rUBnzI/AAAAAAAAI9E/BkKvC8NIUNk/s1600/AmySeng_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664842196063461170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yKc2lJc0Iw/Tp2P9rUBnzI/AAAAAAAAI9E/BkKvC8NIUNk/s400/AmySeng_1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dESbeVuHKx8/Tp2QuMfeVZI/AAAAAAAAI9Q/H3OY_Eqoccs/s1600/AmySeng_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664843029603571090" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dESbeVuHKx8/Tp2QuMfeVZI/AAAAAAAAI9Q/H3OY_Eqoccs/s400/AmySeng_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made us kiss..so we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon, it was time to say goodbye to the guests. Thank you all for coming. Thank you for sharing our special day with us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sG3Lp-tcjI/Tp2Xf4DbMMI/AAAAAAAAI-8/GLzv0qcYCSk/s1600/AmySeng_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664850480180441282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sG3Lp-tcjI/Tp2Xf4DbMMI/AAAAAAAAI-8/GLzv0qcYCSk/s400/AmySeng_1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgIVmWi9rX0/Tp2YtkeXc5I/AAAAAAAAI_g/mZH8XCu_MlM/s1600/C%2526A0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664851814954529682" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgIVmWi9rX0/Tp2YtkeXc5I/AAAAAAAAI_g/mZH8XCu_MlM/s400/C%2526A0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, most of the guest have left. There are about 5 or 6 tables left in the hall. I was taking photos with some other friends when all of a sudden, I hear a birthday song playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this would happen. Rita had told me and Winnie in advance that she planned to do this and asked us if this would be all right. Of course we agreed. Its mum's birthday on Sep 4th. My wedding was on Sep 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIE9gNg8kso/Tp2YQJXhxZI/AAAAAAAAI_U/4zuwyY7ITJw/s1600/C%2526A0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664851309461882258" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIE9gNg8kso/Tp2YQJXhxZI/AAAAAAAAI_U/4zuwyY7ITJw/s400/C%2526A0837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After party starting now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over to see my group of (very tipsy) friends consisting of Alvin, ah Ping, and ah ong (in the lead hahaha) and group running/jumping/whooping towards my mum and her friends. Like we're in the club. And not at a five star hotel. This is a rare sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3wOCC3OaCFA/Tp2ZzRNjFxI/AAAAAAAAI_s/mZl3pxYimPc/s1600/C%2526A0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664853012374558482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3wOCC3OaCFA/Tp2ZzRNjFxI/AAAAAAAAI_s/mZl3pxYimPc/s400/C%2526A0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiters brought out a cake lighted with candles, and we all gathered around mum to sing her a birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us had quite a lot to drink already at this point, so when Rita asked Cs to feed my mum the birthday cake, he did so (smiling hugely and shouting: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mama, Happy Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;). HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that is the first time he called my mum as Mama. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqZKPU9AOsQ/Tp2abx-eCtI/AAAAAAAAI_4/o7_X9PR9kHw/s1600/AmySeng_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664853708364450514" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IqZKPU9AOsQ/Tp2abx-eCtI/AAAAAAAAI_4/o7_X9PR9kHw/s400/AmySeng_1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, dad had too much to drink. Nobody asked him to do this. He just leaned over to kiss mum lingering on her cheeks for a few seconds so the video and photographers could catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VqB9eipSzk/Tp2cV8gTJPI/AAAAAAAAJAE/NGWAXe5iB9I/s1600/AmySeng_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664855807134737650" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VqB9eipSzk/Tp2cV8gTJPI/AAAAAAAAJAE/NGWAXe5iB9I/s400/AmySeng_1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train dancing with mum in the lead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfc6Y2MTRQM/Tp2dnD51xTI/AAAAAAAAJAQ/0u3qvqgDFMw/s1600/AmySeng_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664857200690316594" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hfc6Y2MTRQM/Tp2dnD51xTI/AAAAAAAAJAQ/0u3qvqgDFMw/s400/AmySeng_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs drinking with his badminton buddies. By this time, Cs was just walking around with a JUG(not a glass) of beer drinking with everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbb5ttO4ZIM/Tp2eT9cXygI/AAAAAAAAJAc/70WkftO7kxY/s1600/AmySeng_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664857972050217474" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kbb5ttO4ZIM/Tp2eT9cXygI/AAAAAAAAJAc/70WkftO7kxY/s400/AmySeng_1510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNKAuqBN4JI/Tp2e7GYAOFI/AAAAAAAAJAo/s4rNb9aw8Bo/s1600/AmySeng_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664858644462712914" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNKAuqBN4JI/Tp2e7GYAOFI/AAAAAAAAJAo/s4rNb9aw8Bo/s400/AmySeng_1522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs being thrown into the air..looks fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtB-oTseZFY/Tp2fih041tI/AAAAAAAAJA0/QddguZXsEVI/s1600/AmySeng_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664859321846519506" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtB-oTseZFY/Tp2fih041tI/AAAAAAAAJA0/QddguZXsEVI/s400/AmySeng_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linny and Hieu ajak-ed Cs to drink Macallan on the rocks. As in pouring the Macallan from the ice carved swan. It seemed like a good idea then. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZNuE5LALeE/Tp2gHazWczI/AAAAAAAAJBA/pe2HGTx8IX4/s1600/AmySeng_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664859955616183090" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZNuE5LALeE/Tp2gHazWczI/AAAAAAAAJBA/pe2HGTx8IX4/s400/AmySeng_1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the after party, I asked Winnie to burn a CD for me, consisting of all the dance songs that we can dance to. I knew that we would all have a lot to drink by then (and I was right!), so Drop it Low by Kat de Luna was very apt then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It was exactly what we needed! It was what brought all of us out onto the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWld6Bfo99g/Tp2gwQR5HPI/AAAAAAAAJBM/8svbdFltpto/s1600/AmySeng_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664860657166130418" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWld6Bfo99g/Tp2gwQR5HPI/AAAAAAAAJBM/8svbdFltpto/s400/AmySeng_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..there is no dance floor. So here we are. Right in front of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcUbm4UmNBE/Tp2henzrJ0I/AAAAAAAAJBY/pKgj2O52PP0/s1600/AmySeng_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664861453755819842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcUbm4UmNBE/Tp2henzrJ0I/AAAAAAAAJBY/pKgj2O52PP0/s400/AmySeng_1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even dad joined in. If I remember correctly, Alvin and group pulled my dad to the dance floor. Daddy had a lot to drink already, and he went along willingly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3MXYa47kj0/Tp2iI1zzaFI/AAAAAAAAJBk/qQ2E_niyxFs/s1600/AmySeng_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664862179068962898" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3MXYa47kj0/Tp2iI1zzaFI/AAAAAAAAJBk/qQ2E_niyxFs/s400/AmySeng_1572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcS_wkBRMto/Tp2i0nsgpnI/AAAAAAAAJBw/U_tmLADFScE/s1600/AmySeng_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664862931194521202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dcS_wkBRMto/Tp2i0nsgpnI/AAAAAAAAJBw/U_tmLADFScE/s400/AmySeng_1586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people who were present went along to dance as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKHtk3ECeug/Tp2jh1BabOI/AAAAAAAAJB8/qlTd_bLeJsE/s1600/AmySeng_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664863707865967842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKHtk3ECeug/Tp2jh1BabOI/AAAAAAAAJB8/qlTd_bLeJsE/s400/AmySeng_1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to add. I always wanted to have a slow dance with the one I love. For our wedding night, I thought that cs and I could dance to a song I love. I planned for Careless whisper - George Michael (ya, I know its a sad song - I don't care), but I knew that we wouldn't in the end because we would both be too nervous. Turns out I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William (the MC) did sing that song for me because I requested it before hand, but it was quite a different scenario from what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night, all I thought of was &lt;strong&gt;drinking and dancing&lt;/strong&gt; the night away. No thoughts left for &lt;strong&gt;slow, romantic songs&lt;/strong&gt; and dances. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite different from how I imagined it, when I was much younger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVvgLiy6U0/Tp2kZ0Wt53I/AAAAAAAAJCg/1-BZZ6VFvdM/s1600/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664864669759563634" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVvgLiy6U0/Tp2kZ0Wt53I/AAAAAAAAJCg/1-BZZ6VFvdM/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we are married! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-5112064663076373839?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5112064663076373839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=5112064663076373839&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5112064663076373839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5112064663076373839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-wedding-030911.html' title='My Wedding: 03.09.11'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gVGZWMpOUg/Toxi5IpiO8I/AAAAAAAAIwY/kcvvc26JoG4/s72-c/C%2526A0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-4206381661293816805</id><published>2011-10-16T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:09:47.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>U-Garden Steamboat and BBQ Buffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was from last Saturday night! The restaurant is located at Song Plaza behind Secret Recipe and Flinders. Jalan Song. Very easy to find..Its located at the new block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is full all the time. Apparently what makes it different from other steamboats and BBQ places in Kuching are that they use these "crystal" plates instead of normal hot plates. Actually, I don't know if they are crystal plates. Mum said they are, so if wrong blame her bahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of butter or oil, you just use water and can grill the food. Ya serious. The server told us to add more water, it'll cook faster. And they use charcoal instead of gas.. I think.. If wrong, don't blame me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think its a new concept..just in Kuching la. Because we are forever slower than others haha SPK forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-E0vrqo9uWao/TprF3rjDA4I/AAAAAAAAIzk/gmE45ag65B8/s640/blogger-image--2139688488.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-E0vrqo9uWao/TprF3rjDA4I/AAAAAAAAIzk/gmE45ag65B8/s640/blogger-image--2139688488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Cooking in progress. They cut the lamb into smaller pieces and the chicken, more thick cut. This is what the waitress says, so cook the lamb and beef first, before the chicken..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;They also have fish, crab, prawn, clams and some bamboo clams I think. Not too sure of the name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bU9Ilm7ziIE/TprF4yyekkI/AAAAAAAAIzs/KDUSiRrDXuE/s640/blogger-image-569079140.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bU9Ilm7ziIE/TprF4yyekkI/AAAAAAAAIzs/KDUSiRrDXuE/s640/blogger-image-569079140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;You can see the pot at the far end of the photo. That is normal steamboat stuff. They have two types of soup: normal chicken soup and tom yam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I thought the tom yam soup was kinda blah but cs liked it. So no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Its a good idea to try the place out though. Just cos its new and different. If you're into steamboats, why not eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I think the price is RM 29. Includes drinks such as, Jasmine green tea, chrysanthemum tea, chinese herbal tea (sweet), and I don't remember. Oh yea, they have a coffee machine as well, and a selection of ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;This is in addition to the ready made food available such as fried rice, fried mee hoon, and fried hot dogs/sausages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;They also have little servings of salads, which I like, such as coleslaw, and the green seaweed stuff you always get at Japanese restaurants, and little fruit salads with a prawn in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Aih paiseh no more photos because my hands were oily most of the time. Standard lah at steamboats/bbq dinners.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I suppose the good thing about this type of bbq would be that its less fattening compared to other bbq places. The water we add while grilling the meat washes away most of the oil. Unlike normal bbq, we add liberal amounts of oil and butter, so its even more greasy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says mum anwyay. IF wrong blame her. Haha k bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-4206381661293816805?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4206381661293816805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=4206381661293816805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/4206381661293816805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/4206381661293816805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/u-garden-steamboat-and-bbq-buffet.html' title='U-Garden Steamboat and BBQ Buffet'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-E0vrqo9uWao/TprF3rjDA4I/AAAAAAAAIzk/gmE45ag65B8/s72-c/blogger-image--2139688488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-8735475607280086210</id><published>2011-10-14T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T16:20:50.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pizza Hut - 7 CHEESE PIZZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is to tempt everyone else into trying this 7 cheese pizza, and hopefully make others gain the extra calories as well heh heh /evil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5WG4AWD7l2o/Tpfi3u9qiQI/AAAAAAAAIzE/cZh_1bSKmR8/s640/blogger-image-2129385185.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5WG4AWD7l2o/Tpfi3u9qiQI/AAAAAAAAIzE/cZh_1bSKmR8/s640/blogger-image-2129385185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so worth it though! Hot and fresh from the oven! Delicious, greasy and flavorful..Pizza at its best!! Yummeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ordered this pizza in Hawaiian Chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, does anyone remember the 6 cheese pizza promo sometime last year? Cs and I made the mistake of ordering the pizza plain, as in only with the six cheese only, without any other toppings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was my worst pizza hut pizza ever! The pizza tasted salty (from the cheese) and er that's it. Haha dumb and dumber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yea, I ordered Haiwaiian Chicken this time. With the toppings! Actually, I don't know if it comes in plain anymore this time around. Hmm..never mind. Ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vQVK1DLtIjk/Tpfi4qz3SRI/AAAAAAAAIzM/xRgA5YK5JqU/s640/blogger-image--228845832.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vQVK1DLtIjk/Tpfi4qz3SRI/AAAAAAAAIzM/xRgA5YK5JqU/s640/blogger-image--228845832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, you would think that those "balls" on the pizza are fish/meat balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo..look closer! They are little balls of cream cheese!! Woah this should give you an indication of how &lt;strong&gt;cheesy&lt;/strong&gt; the pizza would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh ah I suck at describing things especially food...&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;br /&gt;But I have to say this though. As much as I love my cheese and pizza, this was a bit of &lt;strong&gt;cheese overdose&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't finish any of those little cream cheese balls. Cs too, which is why we have this photo below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IPGuolrxBoo/Tpfi5d2iDzI/AAAAAAAAIzU/U1AFBRcXEpY/s640/blogger-image-1186004290.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IPGuolrxBoo/Tpfi5d2iDzI/AAAAAAAAIzU/U1AFBRcXEpY/s640/blogger-image-1186004290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leftover cream cheese! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza was nice.. Still tasty! Hints of lime/lemon if i'm not mistaken. But a bit too greasy (more so than usual) because of the many types of cheeses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Y5FokOTB5wY/Tpfi6VVADFI/AAAAAAAAIzc/GtEpMRRDG3I/s640/blogger-image-433788070.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Y5FokOTB5wY/Tpfi6VVADFI/AAAAAAAAIzc/GtEpMRRDG3I/s640/blogger-image-433788070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Oh well. Once in a while, its ok. Mehh..the calories don't count. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;This is me saying: &lt;em&gt;mehh I don't care&lt;/em&gt;. But I still dragged cs swimming after that! Heh gloat fail! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-8735475607280086210?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8735475607280086210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=8735475607280086210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8735475607280086210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/8735475607280086210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/pizza-hut-7-cheese-pizza.html' title='Pizza Hut - 7 CHEESE PIZZA'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5WG4AWD7l2o/Tpfi3u9qiQI/AAAAAAAAIzE/cZh_1bSKmR8/s72-c/blogger-image-2129385185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-5115840449807124938</id><published>2011-10-11T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T16:18:47.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Cherrie time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its been a while since the little cutie has been featured here.. I miss that cute, fat furry ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7YF-49aNSNg/TpP2Dq5QfdI/AAAAAAAAIyk/Vqs27bt1b98/s640/blogger-image-924852953.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7YF-49aNSNg/TpP2Dq5QfdI/AAAAAAAAIyk/Vqs27bt1b98/s640/blogger-image-924852953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie is keeping me updated with Her Higness' recent news and photos.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of her itchy skin, the vet has recommended a new diet for Cherrie. No more chicken. Strictly lamb only from now on. Wow seriously?! Lucky bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall know more tonight after I talk to mum and Winnie in person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, all edited photos because I am kinda addicted to those apps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun and easy to use..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My S90 has been left untouched ever since I got my new phone.. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not! Holidays are coming up and I have to use it soon.. Can't wait for holidays! Can't wait to go somewhere! I want my honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lZ52lBnff5U/TpP2FUi60TI/AAAAAAAAIy0/ckuB5snuIrA/s640/blogger-image--879196498.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lZ52lBnff5U/TpP2FUi60TI/AAAAAAAAIy0/ckuB5snuIrA/s640/blogger-image--879196498.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zEtU_eYSLBU/TpP2KrM-PMI/AAAAAAAAIy8/y4YUhsnsu18/s640/blogger-image--550221986.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zEtU_eYSLBU/TpP2KrM-PMI/AAAAAAAAIy8/y4YUhsnsu18/s640/blogger-image--550221986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bn3gS_-XB0c/TpP2EZSFg5I/AAAAAAAAIys/eX6oUZBCcDU/s640/blogger-image--288592985.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bn3gS_-XB0c/TpP2EZSFg5I/AAAAAAAAIys/eX6oUZBCcDU/s640/blogger-image--288592985.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-5115840449807124938?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5115840449807124938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=5115840449807124938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5115840449807124938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5115840449807124938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/cherrie-time.html' title='Cherrie time'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7YF-49aNSNg/TpP2Dq5QfdI/AAAAAAAAIyk/Vqs27bt1b98/s72-c/blogger-image-924852953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-2823513213086343067</id><published>2011-10-10T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:00:16.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Decisions decisions</title><content type='html'>I love my new blog design! A total revamp! I was getting bored with the old one plus it looked too messy and cramped. So yea, this is much less stuff. I deleted lots of rubbish by the side bar..and now I no longer have a side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing on my phone again. What to do..cs still haven't fixed my laptop. The one that winnie broke. Heheheh actually it was me (i think or her dunno) but winnie was using it when it happened so i got excuse to blame her. Hi yao! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slight flu today..i can't be sure how this happened..but i'm guessing the night swim last night (in the rain) didn't help. Heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon, john, doris n ying came over yesterday around noon because the agenda was: &lt;strong&gt;discuss/decide and book hotels for our trip this coming Dec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they also brought along a few DVDs and a monopoly set and swimming outfits. So agenda quickly changed to: &lt;strong&gt;watch DVDs first, then play monopoly, then go swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By about 6pm, it was still drizzling. Undeterred, boon persuaded us all to go to the pool anyway! (everyone forgot about booking hotel rooms =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my swimsuit, I already had goosebumps standing beside the pool holding an umbrella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-St8TuI9rUV8/TpJzUE4pBaI/AAAAAAAAIyY/SmBUfXNFIGE/s640/blogger-image-1702008344.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-St8TuI9rUV8/TpJzUE4pBaI/AAAAAAAAIyY/SmBUfXNFIGE/s640/blogger-image-1702008344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking there, i was hoping none of the neighbors see us..hahaa crazy bunch of youngsters (actually not that young anymore =.=") going swimming in the rain. Siao one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on going in anymore. It was cold. I was shivering. But the guys said the water was pleasantly warm and convinced me. Besides, taking photos alone is boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically I wasn't alone. Ying was also holding an umbrella (above photo), and soaking her feet in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1NWMxMbx0Ig/TpJ0VZZvvuI/AAAAAAAAIyg/Wqavi_aYtBM/s640/blogger-image--877708331.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1NWMxMbx0Ig/TpJ0VZZvvuI/AAAAAAAAIyg/Wqavi_aYtBM/s640/blogger-image--877708331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming at about 8 pm then we remembered: Shit! We haven't booked the hotel rooms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were starving by then! How?? Bo pien lah go out eat first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to old batu kawa for seafood dinner and rushed back to search Agoda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished booking by 10pm. Everyone left to go home and shower and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, about a month ago, Cs and I would be moaning/bitching/complaining to each other: &lt;em&gt;lazy to go home. Sigh. How nice if we already stay together then we can just change and sleep. Haih this and that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--_ShKBCmqg0/TpJzVHzGwJI/AAAAAAAAIyc/bJpz_3qxOmQ/s640/blogger-image-1317796480.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--_ShKBCmqg0/TpJzVHzGwJI/AAAAAAAAIyc/bJpz_3qxOmQ/s640/blogger-image-1317796480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward one month later: As everyone left, we turned off the lights, shut down the laptop and tv, and went up to bed together by 10pm. ♥ Not so bad after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I loved most was the freedom to these things. To go for a night swim and not have to rush home for dinner. To have no time limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do what I want to do, on a Sunday, without being &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; asked to go somewhere else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom to book air tickets and hotels. There are perks to being an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences however. I.e. the flu the next day and the credit card bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say its still worth it though! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-2823513213086343067?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2823513213086343067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=2823513213086343067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2823513213086343067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/2823513213086343067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions decisions'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-St8TuI9rUV8/TpJzUE4pBaI/AAAAAAAAIyY/SmBUfXNFIGE/s72-c/blogger-image-1702008344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-5643341930498100484</id><published>2011-10-09T18:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:54:38.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Ten day challenge: One Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I78hnPqYmq4/TpF3nIhhOiI/AAAAAAAAIyU/OjtqmME5aWE/s1600/10-days-you-challenge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661437720768100898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I78hnPqYmq4/TpF3nIhhOiI/AAAAAAAAIyU/OjtqmME5aWE/s400/10-days-you-challenge.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we're at the end of this 10 day challenge. Damn long lah. I learnt that I am not cut out for this. Haha but its good on days when I have nothing to talk about, that I still have this 10 day challenge to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I have been updating my blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2uEj8lA5sU/TpF3g9NTiPI/AAAAAAAAIyM/rNMI6M8dHJ8/s1600/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661437614651312370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2uEj8lA5sU/TpF3g9NTiPI/AAAAAAAAIyM/rNMI6M8dHJ8/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this be a challenge in itself? A photo of self. Meh! Opened my photo folder and selected one straight away..I have plenty of edited self shots such as these, especially after I got my phone. Plenty of photography apps for me to play with. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-5643341930498100484?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5643341930498100484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=5643341930498100484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5643341930498100484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5643341930498100484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/ten-day-challenge-one-picture.html' title='Ten day challenge: One Picture'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I78hnPqYmq4/TpF3nIhhOiI/AAAAAAAAIyU/OjtqmME5aWE/s72-c/10-days-you-challenge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-6928101674669989656</id><published>2011-10-09T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:08:12.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight..</title><content type='html'>....was such a waste of a Saturday night!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ire16P8_lJs/TpCDWM1LtII/AAAAAAAAIyE/z7TTNIevoFw/s640/blogger-image-2065749445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ire16P8_lJs/TpCDWM1LtII/AAAAAAAAIyE/z7TTNIevoFw/s640/blogger-image-2065749445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-6928101674669989656?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6928101674669989656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=6928101674669989656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6928101674669989656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/6928101674669989656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/tonight.html' title='Tonight..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ire16P8_lJs/TpCDWM1LtII/AAAAAAAAIyE/z7TTNIevoFw/s72-c/blogger-image-2065749445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-5278330529436307374</id><published>2011-10-07T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:44:33.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Two songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atiIuNNFHW0/To7-ipeB1BI/AAAAAAAAIyA/V5dHpYiJ5vY/s1600/10-days-you-challenge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atiIuNNFHW0/To7-ipeB1BI/AAAAAAAAIyA/V5dHpYiJ5vY/s400/10-days-you-challenge.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660741652852102162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my preference in songs vary largely and are very much influenced by the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you flip through my iPod, you would be surprised. I have old chinese songs such as Faye Wong and Jacky Cheung, and even Aaron Kwok, and I have old English songs such as Bee Gees, Eagles, and Lionel Ritchie, and I also have newer music like Britney, Justin Timberlake, Black Eyed Peas, LMFAO, Rihanna and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I also have a few French Songs given to me by a friend, and a few Japanese songs also given by another friend, and some Spanish songs given by another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is basically how I accumulate music. Either some friends or Winnie gave them to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered to download or buy music myself. If no one gives me anything, I copy them from the computer network at work from the shared folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think songs can evoke really strong memories. Some songs will always remind me of some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, earlier at work today, Fergie's song Glamorous came on. This song will always remind me of London Bridge. Why? During that walk/bus/tube from home to school, I always have to pass by London Bridge. That short walk from uni to the tube station, or uni to the bus stop, or uni to some kebab shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always have my earphones on. Somehow that song is the one that I think of. That relates. I think its because then, Fergie's big ass poster was posted on the billboard at London Bridge! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is so hard to pick two songs! Hmm..let's see. Right now, in this instant, as I am typing this, I am all dressed up waiting for cs to get dressed so we can go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, right now is Rihanna's Who's that chick, because I danced to this song myself. Earlier on. Alone. At home. For exercise. Ha. You don't do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EAc4zHEDd7o" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the sake of some romance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uem9uvf2FlA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Michael's Careless Whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the song I said (years ago), that I would dance to at my wedding. On my wedding night, the MC, William Tong dedicated this song to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wayy too shy to get up to dance then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, in a way, this will always be my song. It has no special memories. Its just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-5278330529436307374?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5278330529436307374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=5278330529436307374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5278330529436307374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/5278330529436307374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-songs.html' title='Two songs'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atiIuNNFHW0/To7-ipeB1BI/AAAAAAAAIyA/V5dHpYiJ5vY/s72-c/10-days-you-challenge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-3285493116986965340</id><published>2011-10-06T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:00:05.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When sleepy, do this..</title><content type='html'>Its a slow day..and i feel like doing nothing. All i want is to go home and lie down in this same exact spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays are evil!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all photos n videos from my wedding already. Now for the uploading photos, blogging, printing photos part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wana laze around like a sea slug today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the weather. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dOm9uRIstx4/To0KzVXUEUI/AAAAAAAAIxU/LGBA6MiHErQ/s640/blogger-image--2126332942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dOm9uRIstx4/To0KzVXUEUI/AAAAAAAAIxU/LGBA6MiHErQ/s640/blogger-image--2126332942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-3285493116986965340?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3285493116986965340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=3285493116986965340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3285493116986965340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3285493116986965340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-sleepy-do-this.html' title='When sleepy, do this..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dOm9uRIstx4/To0KzVXUEUI/AAAAAAAAIxU/LGBA6MiHErQ/s72-c/blogger-image--2126332942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-1762461852594968949</id><published>2011-10-04T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:11:26.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews: books and movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Three Films</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpfWMcflFhc/Toq4faD-mzI/AAAAAAAAIv0/VkgvG2k28PA/s1600/10-days-you-challenge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659538731455912754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpfWMcflFhc/Toq4faD-mzI/AAAAAAAAIv0/VkgvG2k28PA/s400/10-days-you-challenge.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is difficult for me. I don't watch much movies, compared to the normal person. I'm comparing myself to Kevin and Winnie. They know so much more about movies than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just going to do this based on how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sex and the City. The series and both movies. Thanks to Nancy, I'm hooked on Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte and their &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; sex lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gi95MzFlI34/Toq_IFMZCxI/AAAAAAAAIwQ/d3r-l9ojWSw/s1600/sex%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659546027298458386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gi95MzFlI34/Toq_IFMZCxI/AAAAAAAAIwQ/d3r-l9ojWSw/s400/sex%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Grey's Anatomy. Why do not many people like to watch this?! Its nice! I realize I suck at describing things. Everything is "nice" and "interesting". Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxB6JKnaFzQ/Toq-85_HpdI/AAAAAAAAIwE/Zps0SvOXBlg/s1600/Grey-s-Anatomy-Cast-greys-anatomy-1257051_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659545835311441362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxB6JKnaFzQ/Toq-85_HpdI/AAAAAAAAIwE/Zps0SvOXBlg/s400/Grey-s-Anatomy-Cast-greys-anatomy-1257051_1024_768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy revolves around the lives of a bunch of surgeons, particularly Meredity &lt;strong&gt;Grey&lt;/strong&gt; (hence the name), and her friends' lives in the hospital. Every episode starts with a new case in the hospital, and it is interesting (see what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Parent Trap. The movie. Starring Lindsay Lohan. This is an old, old movie, made in 1998, and one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnEsLtC7qtM/Toq-NFGPXlI/AAAAAAAAIv8/HuqRVK5CvZw/s1600/the-parent-trap-original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659545013660376658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnEsLtC7qtM/Toq-NFGPXlI/AAAAAAAAIv8/HuqRVK5CvZw/s400/the-parent-trap-original.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia: &lt;em&gt;It stars Dennis Quaid and Natasha Richardson as a couple who divorce soon after marrying, and Lindsay Lohan in a dual role as their twin daughters, who are accidentally reunited after being separated at birth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why its listed as one of my favorite movies of all times, but it just is. Along the same cheesy genres as Pretty Woman. Yeah, I watched that many times too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-1762461852594968949?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1762461852594968949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=1762461852594968949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1762461852594968949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/1762461852594968949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-films.html' title='Three Films'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fpfWMcflFhc/Toq4faD-mzI/AAAAAAAAIv0/VkgvG2k28PA/s72-c/10-days-you-challenge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-3491410556301653138</id><published>2011-10-03T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:46:48.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews: books and movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 day challenge'/><title type='text'>4 books..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qAr0BwqnoVQ/Tolwjtd0kWI/AAAAAAAAIvk/A-V86c32Dj0/s1600/10-days-you-challenge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659178165570146658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qAr0BwqnoVQ/Tolwjtd0kWI/AAAAAAAAIvk/A-V86c32Dj0/s400/10-days-you-challenge.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 10 day challenge is more like 20 day challenge to me. Took me so long to get through this haih fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Today is 4 books. Only four? How to squeeze in four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK Rowling's series has 7 books leh. So, I guess I'm done then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Harry Potter and the Half blood prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easiest challenge by far! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding. JK Rowling is a genius and if you haven't read her books yet, please do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from her, I also read almost all of Sidney Sheldon's collection. Particularly like Memories of midnight, the other side of midnight, master of the game, bloodline, if tomorrow comes, and I can't think of others now. These are off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to give a commentary about each book, but if you want, Google it! Can easily find the free ebook even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that for a period of time, everyone was raving about Dan Brown's da Vinci code. Wow-ee. Its nice. Interesting. Made me want to go to the Louvre again. No lah seriously his books are good too: Angels and Demons, Digital Fortress, Deception Point. That new book of his: The Lost Symbol - I went to read the ebook. Somehow it seems confusing and not that interesting. Not a page turner and I never finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't re-read his books the way I do with other authors. Such as, JK Rowling (of course), and Jodi Picoult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Winnie would scoff because she thinks its dead depressing, but I think its interesting, the way it makes you think/wonder even after you finish the book a few days after reading it. Some of my favorites include: Picture Perfect, Nineteen minutes, and of course My Sister's Keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper was the first book I bought. I remember that I was wandering around some market in Westminster or Covent Garden when I came across some stalls selling second hand books. I picked up this book and started reading the synopsis at the back. Read the first page and that's it. Bought it for 50p only. 50p = RM3.50 at then exchange rates. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q1POAdJGTs/Tol1ZzZ00ZI/AAAAAAAAIvs/-y4iftjwh28/s1600/my-sisters-keeper_org.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q1POAdJGTs/Tol1ZzZ00ZI/AAAAAAAAIvs/-y4iftjwh28/s400/my-sisters-keeper_org.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659183492923445650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version of the book was probably one of the first editions (tried to google it but can't find it) before it got so commercialized by the movie. Watched the movie btw - didn't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I'm reading John Grisham's books. Because I got a whole lot of them for very cheap at the recent book fair. His books are mostly about legal thrillers. Kah Ling, if you ever want to take up reading, you can try his books since you're a future lawyer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Wikipedia John Grisham. Apparently he went to law school and quit being a lawyer so he could continue writing. Oohh. I finished reading: the Firm, the Client, a Time to Kill, Skipping Christmas, and the Testament. Definitely page turners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a geek. I like knowing I have a pile of books waiting for me to be read..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my husband doesn't like it when I read. Apparently I get too preoccupied and ignore him. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6937113363140129923-3491410556301653138?l=anaksim0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3491410556301653138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6937113363140129923&amp;postID=3491410556301653138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3491410556301653138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937113363140129923/posts/default/3491410556301653138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-books.html' title='4 books..'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01417748981220004431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQgxD9vn3NE/TI-Faq5C7FI/AAAAAAAAGVA/97VpVlL5ksc/S220/cardiff+524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qAr0BwqnoVQ/Tolwjtd0kWI/AAAAAAAAIvk/A-V86c32Dj0/s72-c/10-days-you-challenge.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937113363140129923.post-4498867551860878273</id><published>2011-09-28T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:41:01.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Snippets of 03.09.2011</title><content type='html'>So here are some photos taken by Doris' camera. I'm typing from my phone again. So progress is sloe. I mean slow. Bear with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, photos are not in order. Damn. I still haven't got the hang of this yet. Will I ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I shall try to explain as best I can. I wrote out a super long post of part 2 of my wedding, including the church ceremony and the night one, but I have no photos yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm stuck/reduced to writing like this. Oh, woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anaksim0n.blogspot.com/2011/09/03092011-morning-session-at-amy.html"&gt;Refer to Part 1 of my wedding session here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned before, we held the church reception at Riverside, the hotel ballroom itself. By about 1030 am, everyone gathered here to witness Cs and I saying our vows to each other. The blessing ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-waB-zghoFUg/ToV4tsBKfeI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/LrG51tf_BUI/s640/blogger-image--317356414.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-waB-zghoFUg/ToV4tsBKfeI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/LrG51tf_BUI/s640/blogger-image--317356414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Awaiting the bride and groom's main entrance! Ehh wait no lah! My dad gave me away. Silly. I forgot. Dad walked me in and handed me "away" to cs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I thought I would be shy/awkward to walk arm in arm with dad. That either one of us would be shy, but surprisingly we both were actually "giggling" together at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I had to estimate how long the march in song was, and I kept reminding dad not to walk too fast in. He laughed with me, saying that he has never walked this slow before in his whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Yeah, in case you were wondering why daddy and I were laughing throughout the walk in. We were talking about our steps. At some point, I was worried that we were walking too slowly and that the song might finish halfway before I arrived, so I asked dad to walk faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;He laughed again, saying are u sure? You told me to walk slowly. By the time he reached cs, dad was telling cs: she keep telling me to walk slow, and then fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;I post photos when I have them. Heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;church reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mZ2kBK_XFLM/ToV4ufDvoSI/AAAAAAAAIvU/ElAfGwMBXlw/s640/blogger-image--2026087042.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mZ2kBK_XFLM/ToV4ufDvoSI/AAAAAAAAIvU/ElAfGwMBXlw/s640/blogger-image--2026087042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Cs and I staring off into the distance. I think the choir/band was playing/singing by then. So we are looking at the projector screen for the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;We owe quite a lot to the church to help us out btw. They rehearsed and picked out the songs. Pastor Jerry and a few others came to the rehearsal with us, decided on the speeches, the vows etc. All Cs and I did was basically, show up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;So, a big Thank You to Pastor Jerry, Aunty Lily, and the rest. Too many to mention. They even brought the projector from church, now I think of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hAu6Rq4ktQI/ToV4vYhOISI/AAAAAAAAIvY/FBdlGPiAU-o/s640/blogger-image--1851940079.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hAu6Rq4ktQI/ToV4vYhOISI/AAAAAAAAIvY/FBdlGPiAU-o/s640/blogger-image--1851940079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;A few of the bridesmaids/grooms men dunno doing what. Haha..Doris took this photo. I'm guessing that at this moment, we are all still waiting for the arrival of the guests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BbvSDJ2l2xs/ToKz3ZwulfI/AAAAAAAAIvM/P3cLnaP_F9U/s640/blogger-image--1902428754.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BbvSDJ2l2xs/ToKz3ZwulfI/AAAAAAAAIvM/P3cLnaP_F9U/s640/blogger-image--1902428754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Our bridal suite at the hotel and my dress for the night. I love this photo taken by her. It feels sort of romantic somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lskG1FFgr-0/ToKz1tt5B2I/AAAAAAAAIvE/Phsg7ti6GTE/s640/blogger-image--1654059902.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lskG1FFgr-0/ToKz1tt5B2I/AAAAAAAAIvE/Phsg7ti6GTE/s640/blogger-image--1654059902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;This photo is edited by me. The first photo on the left was taken at the end of the night. Photo stolen off ermm..either Cherling or Angelo's photo album. I forgot. I copied photos from many friends who attended our wedding that day, but forgot now. Kudos to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Anyway, first photo was taken at the end of the night. Most of the guests have left. Left behind are the very close friends and relatives. By the end of the night, cs is walking around holding a jug of beer. It is full, then empty, then refilled again, and empty and on and on. Hence, his red face. Haha. This was in addition to the whiskey's he had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Top right photo is the photo of our signature book from Hollywood bridal. For some reason, nobody signed in it. Probably too pretty to touch. Heh. I meant the album design ah. Ahh stuff like this isn't important. Guests signed on other signature books provided by the hotel, but after 03.09, I haven't seen even a glimspe of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;The pretty signature book is now at my parent's house. Sitting pretty. Untouched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Bottom right photo are cupcakes. The bride and groom figure on top are also a cake by themselves. These very pricey cupcakes and cake are a gift from my brother-in-law, Jerrick and wife! :) Thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Jerrick was reminding me to take home the cake, d
